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“So let me get this straight,” Eddie takes a deep breath, his palms pressed together as if in prayer. “You want me to come with you to a piercing shop while you get your… dick pierced?”
Eddie could not believe the words that were coming out of his mouth no more than he could believe the words he had just heard Buck speak with his own two ears on a random Tuesday they both had off.
“What exactly do you want me to do? Hold your hand?” Even the thought of it gives Eddie goosebumps all over his body. Not holding Buck’s hand. The other thing. The one that involves a needle going into—
Buck pouts from where he’s sitting at the table in Eddie’s kitchen the same way he does when Eddie says no to more ice cream for him and Chris. Except this time the tips of his ears are shaded bright pink and Eddie can swear that the birthmark is darker than he’s ever seen it.
“No, Eddie, I don’t want you to hold my hand– actually I do, that’d be really nice, but that’s not why I’m asking you to be there.”
“por el amor de dios,” Eddie mumbles under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment, bracing himself. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you need me there?”
“To supervise.” Buck deadpans, shrugging one shoulder like he’s said the most casual thing in the world. Eddie wants to scream.
“Supervise?”
Buck rolls his eyes with his entire head and throws his hands up. For a moment Eddie wonders if that’s how he looked when his parents told him he can’t get a tattoo at fifteen. “Yeah! You’re a medic, and I want you present there to make sure they don’t impale me.”
Eddie rubs his temple as he feels a migraine approaching. Or it could be an aneurysm. “I think you mean impair. Impale means ‘to pierce with a sharp object’. Which, to my understanding, is the point of a piercing.”
“You know what I mean!” Buck whines in frustration.
“Buck, I don’t know anything about piercings,” Eddie knows it’s useless to argue. If Buck has set his mind into doing this, there’s no talking him out of it. “Where is this even coming from? You don’t even have your ears pierced, and now you wanna punch a hole through your dick?”
“Not through my dick. Just the frenulum,” Buck clarifies, like that makes it any better. “Ampallang and apadravya are way too hardcore. Even thinking about them makes my skin prickle.”
This entire conversation is making Eddie’s skin prickle.
Eddie knows what a frenulum is. The other stuff? Not a damn clue and he’s gonna keep it that way. Whatever other people choose to do with their penises Eddie does not need to know. No, thank you.
“Just the frenulum?” He asks, trying not to flinch at the thought of a needle going through the thin skin of the underside right beneath the glans. And Buck wants to… god.
“Uh-huh.” Buck nods, smiling full teeth and dimples out. So he’s pulling out the big guns. It's serious.
“Again. Don’t know anything about piercings,” Eddie repeats like a broken record even though he knows it's pointless.
“My appointment isn’t for another three weeks. You can do some reading in the meantime,” Buck says, like it’s the most normal thing in the whole world. Which if Eddie really thinks about it, it kind of is for him. It’s what Buck would do for any of his friends if he was asked to, no questions asked. Sometimes Eddie forgets Buck became a sperm donor for his frat bro who didn’t even invite Buck to his wedding. Buck is just… that supportive of a friend.
Eddie wants to be a supportive friend.
“Fine. I’ll come with you to get your goddamn frenulum pierced,” Eddie says, wincing through every word. Watching Buck’s face light up like a Christmas tree is enough to ease some of the tension in the room and they go back to discussing Chris’ new school project and the new protein brownies recipe Buck saw on Tiktok like they always do when they hang out.
How hard could it be? All Eddie has to do is to just make sure the place is following all the proper protocols and sterilizing properly. And then… watch Buck’s penis get poked with a needle. Easy.
..
Eddie was a good paramedic in the army. Silver star or not.
And he’s a pretty damn good firefighter here in LA. So when he was asked by his best friend to accompany him to lose his “piercing virginity” Eddie thought it would be an easy job. He sees far more dangerous and grueling stuff on the job every single day. A little needle through the frenulum isn’t that big of a deal, right?
Wrong.
Eddie could not have been more wrong.
After two weeks of procrastinating, he finally decided to be a good friend to Buck and look into genital piercings. Arm himself with some knowledge, if you will.
A ‘rabbit hole’ would be an understatement to the situation Eddie fell head first into.
It started out simple enough. Eddie had grabbed his laptop and brought it into his bedroom after Chris had gone to bed. They’d eaten leftovers from yesterday’s lunch – Buck’s lasagna – and cleaned out the kitchen together while Chris told him about the disaster David J. had caused in science class that day. They’d done their bedtime routine together next despite Chris insisting he was too old to brush his teeth together with his dad and Eddie had kissed his curly hair goodnight before setting off to his… peculiar quest of acquiring knowledge about penis piercings.
Typing the words was easy enough, and the top result was, unsurprisingly, a Wikipedia link. That should give him a general first impression, Eddie thought.
It gave him more than just a first impression.
Eddie nearly threw the laptop to the ground the moment the page loaded and he came face to face with a close up, high definition image of a massive pierced penis. Eddie had never seen his own dick that up close and personally, and he thought he was very familiar with his own dick.
“Holy mother of…” he made the sign of the cross as his eyes refused to move from the screen. Or blink. He was… disgusted? For a second, maybe. Terrified? Slightly. Intrigued? Most definitely. And the more he stared at it… Lord forgive him.
The penis in the picture was pale and pink, much paler than Eddie’s own, and sure enough there was a curved barbell piercing going through the soft skin of the frenulum right under the ridge of its tip.
A shiver ran down the base Eddie’s spine, making the hair on his arms stand up.
He tried reading the descriptions and information on the page but his eyes kept darting back to the photo. It was intriguing. Eddie had to admit, it kind of looked good. Sexy. The idea of it was…thrilling.
The information on the Wikipedia page wasn’t much. Mostly basic stuff.
A frenum piercing is supposedly an easy one. It heals relatively quickly (between two to six weeks, which was a pretty broad period if you asked Eddie) and the chances of it rejecting are low. It enhances stimulation during sex. Barbells and rings are the most common types of jewelry for them but they could be used with certain BDSM devices. Eddie was not going to look into that. Not right now anyways.
But there was more.
On that same page, Eddie learned – both through text and more photos – the names and placements of three other piercings. A lorun was similar to frenum but placed at the base of the penis. A guiche was piercing through the perineum and a hafada… nope. Not even reading that one. Jesus.
And then there was Jacob’s ladder.
A series of piercings stretching from the frenum to the lorum.
Eddie felt his dick twitch at the sight that should’ve given him nightmares but there was something about it that had his cheeks going hot and his palms sweating. He closed the tab immediately after that, squeezing his thighs together with a curse.
Buck really wanted… that. A metal bar (or ring, but something told Eddie that Buck was more of a barbell kinda guy) pierced through that thin skin under his dick. The dick that Eddie had most certainly seen, in passing while changing quickly and showering between calls and a few mishaps during the pandemic, but never that closely and certainly never hard. Well. Once, hard. It was barely a glance during quarantine when Eddie came back from grocery shopping sooner than Buck had expected. They both agreed to never mention it.
Either way, it seemed like while most people with a penis could get the frenum piercing, circumcised or otherwise, the precise placement depends on one’s anatomy and would have to be determined by a professional piercer after examining the anatomy of the penis.
Eddie was not a professional piercer but he was suddenly washed over by the need to examine Buck’s dick to determine whether he was a good candidate for the piercing or not. How close to the glans could the piercing be? How loose and stretchy the tissue under his dick is? How pink is the t—
Eddie bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste iron and forced the mental image of his best friend’s penis out of his stupid horny head. He’s just pent up. It’s been a while since Ana.
Cracking his neck, Eddie opened a new tab. He needed to dig deeper. Wiki had told him nothing about the procedure or much about the healing process, or the aftercare.
At least Eddie knew that Buck heals relatively quickly and wouldn’t neglect his piercing’s aftercare.
Another website gave him some more info about the gauge and length of the initial jewelry and when to change to a large one if you intend to stretch it, which was apparently a thing. Holy fuck. This website’s estimated healing time was starkly different; twelve to sixteen weeks, even up to six months until fully healed, depending on the person’s healing speed. It’s advised to avoid any sexual activities for four to six weeks and after that only with a condom until the piercing is fully healed.
Would Buck even survive six weeks of abstinence? He had survived four, if Eddie remembered it correctly. But six weeks?
Before calling Buck at half past midnight and trying to talk him out of doing it Eddie decided to check one more source.
Reddit.
According to Buck and Hen, Reddit was the place if you wanted real, tangible insight. People on Reddit don’t have any concept of shame or self control and will share any experience they’ve had no matter how weird or embarrassing. Sure enough, there were several posts of men reporting their experience getting a frenum piercing, some even going further and getting the whole ladder eventually, with updates around every stage of the healing process.
By the time Eddie was closing his laptop, his eyes were burning and red from the blue light of the screen and his dick had been uncomfortably half-hard for god knows how long. It was past four in the morning and Eddie had to be up in two hours to get Chris ready for school. Thank god he was off for the next 96, or so god help him.
..
“You didn’t have to pick me up, you know?” Buck says as he practically skips to Eddie’s truck with a huge toothy smile on his face. He clearly doesn’t mind Eddie picking him up. “It’s not like I’m getting my dick chopped off.”
The day has finally come. Buck had been so buzzed and excited about it during their last shift the day before Eddie was seriously getting worried. He’d never seen Buck be this excited about anything before.
“We’ll see how you feel about it after, Buckley.” Eddie quips as he puts the gear in drive and takes off towards the tattoo shop. He’d done extensive research about the place too. Read every single online review about them he could find. Nothing but raving positive reviews about it except for a couple of unhappy tattoo clients.
“You didn’t use any numbing cream, did you?” Eddie asks, glancing at Buck in the passenger seat.
“Nope. My piercer warned me about it already.”
Eddie doesn’t miss the slight vibration in his voice and the way he wipes his palms on his sweats.
“Are you nervous?”
Buck chews on his lip. “A little?”
That’s gotta be an understatement. If Eddie was about to take his dick out in front of a stranger and have them shove a hollow needle through its skin he’d be sweating his balls off. But hey, Buck has always been the braver one between the two of them, wasn't he? The risk taker. The “crazy” one.
“I think you got nothing to worry about,” Eddie reassures him like the good friend he is, even though he’s just as nervous. It’s practically his job to reassure Buck, to hold his hand through it because for some reason Buck is determined to do this. “I did some research. The place you picked is pretty legit, and a frenum piercing is a pretty safe choice as far as genital piercings go.”
Buck turns to him with widened blue eyes. “You actually looked into it?”
“No, I’m just accompanying you ‘cause I wanna see your dick,” Eddie deadpans, sparing him a quick wry glance. “Of course I looked into it! I have seen things I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing and live happily. You think I’m ever going to unsee the image of a guy’s dick with a stretched frenum hole?”
To his credit, Buck looks a little apologetic. “Ouch. Not doing that, don’t worry.”
“dios mío…”
They get to the shop ten minutes early and find a nice shaded parking spot right in front of it. Seems like the universe is very on board with this, Eddie thinks before scolding himself. Since when do you believe in ‘the universe’?
The receptionist greets them with a bright cheerful smile. She really must love working there.
“Hi, welcome to PinPricked. How can I help you?” She asks with a polite smile. Her shiny silver name tag has LAURA in bold uppercase letters engraved on it.
Buck smiles sheepishly, rubbing his hands in front of him the way he does when he’s excited but also nervous. “Hello, I uh… have a piercing appointment. Evan Buckley.”
Eddie peeks out from behind him. “It’s for his penis.”
Buck’s cheeks go tomato red and he tries to jab Eddie with his elbow but misses. The girl, Laura, god blesses her sweet heart, laughs. “Well, you’ve come to the right place! Gential piercings are our specialty.”
“Hi, I’m Eddie,” he introduces himself, shaking Laura’s hand.
“Oh you must be Mr. Buckley’s partner. It’s good to have someone you trust with you during the procedure.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said in unison with Buck blurting out “Oh we’re not…”
The girl looks between them in confusion. Eddie can’t blame her.
“We’re firefighters. Been work partners for seven years,” Eddie clarifies calmly.
“And best friends!” Buck adds a little too enthusiastically, his voice more high pitched than usual. He must be really nervous. Eddie puts a hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion.
“Cool,” Laura says with an awkward smile before pointing them towards the waiting area. “You guys take a seat, I’ll let Maggie know you’re here.”
“Your piercer’s name is Maggie?” Eddie whispers into Buck’s name as they take a seat in the mostly empty waiting area. “Like your mother?”
Buck nearly chokes on his own tongue for a moment and almost falls off his chair. Eddie is quite pleased with himself for eliciting that reaction out of Buck. it’s what he gets for putting him through this for the last three weeks and it also distracts him from being nervous.
“My mothe– Eddie what the fuck is wrong with you?” Buck grumbles under his breath. He looks like he’s about to puke.
“Actually, does she even go by Maggie? I’ve always heard her being referred to as ‘Margaret’.” Eddie has no plans to stop this torture.
“No, she doesn’t,” Buck says petulantly. “To me she doesn’t go by anything but ‘Mom’, thank you very much.”
“Actually, Maggie kinda sounds a lot like Maddie, now that I think about it—”
“Eddie!”
“Mr. Buckley?” A woman in her late forties calls his name, making them both stop messing around like dumb kids.
“Yes, hi,” Buck shoots up from his seat and extends his probably sweaty hand. “Buck. uh… it’s nice to meet you Maggie,” he greets her through gritted teeth. Eddie has to bite inside his cheeks to stop himself from cackling.
“Hi, Buck,” she greets him with a similar polite smile as Laura. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Buck says without missing a beat. “This is my friend, Eddie. I’d like him to be there, if that’s alright?”
Eddie waves his hand. “Hello.”
“Of course, hun. Now, come on you two. Let’s get started.”
She guides them into her office, thankfully it’s a separate room from the rest of the shop. Eddie scans around the room for any red flags. The walls and floor are shiny clean, making their shoes squeak as they walk in. Both the table and chair look relatively new and clean and covered with fresh disposable sheets. The sterile equipment is packed and placed on the stainless steel drawer.
So far so good. Eddie gives Buck a nod in approval and watches his friend’s shoulders sag in relief a little.
“This was your first piercing, right love?” Maggie asks as she scrubs her hands in the sink. Buck nods, hopping up on the table. “Alrighty. Let’s have a look.”
Buck lies down as Maggie dries her hands and grabs a pair of surgical gloves and suddenly Eddie doesn’t know where to look. Or what to do with his hands.
Shit… Buck is going to take his dick out any second now.
And sure enough, Buck loosens the string of his well worn sweatpants and pulls them down along with his boxers just enough to free his dick, letting the waistband rest right underneath his balls. Eddie’s eyes are glued to the ceiling, barely hearing Maggie’s voice through the rush of blood to his face and ears.
“You planning on getting more later, hun? Or just this one?” Eddie hears Maggie ask Buck and to Eddie’s surprise, instead of answering her question like a normal person would, Buck turns to Eddie.
“Eddie, what do you think?” he asks, looking right at Eddie like he didn’t just ask him the most insane question any man has ever asked his male best friend. Or the second most insane, after asking him to come with him to the appointment to ‘supervise’.
“What do I think?” Eddie asks, exasperated.
“I’d have to pierce a little closer to his glans if he wants to get a ladder later. For better spacing,” Maggie explains. Not that it was news to Eddie, no, he knew all about it, thanks to his extensive late-night research. He just could not fathom…
“I mean, I’ve seen pics of Jacob’s ladder and read other guys’ experiences and it looks and sounds really good but I don’t know if I’d ever commit to it,” Buck says, watching him expectantly, waiting for his input on a matter that in no shape or form involves or affects him. Something about the way he’s looking at Eddie like he’s the only person in the whole world he trusts to help him make this decision makes Eddie’s stomach twist in a tight, burning hot knot.
“Well,” he clears his throat and tries his best not to let his eyes wander as he gathers his thoughts to reply. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to keep your options open, even if you never end up going through with getting more.”
Buck’s lip is pulled between his teeth as he nods. “Yeah. you’re right. Let’s go with keeping my options open.”
“Alright then,” she chirps, turning on her chair to grab a marker. So she’s not free-handing it… alright. Eddie’s eyes fall on Buck’s dick lying flaccid on his belly rising and falling slightly with every breath he takes. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, sure, but not like this. Not under the harsh light of the piercing studio. Not lying still on a high table.
It’s pale, just as pale as the penis on the Wikipedia page. His tip peeking through the foreskin is flushed, a dark pink that almost matches the pink of Buck’s lips, or the strawberry birthmark on his brow bone when he overexerts himself.
Pretty. It’s pretty, Eddie thinks to himself. And soon it’s gonna become even prettier, accessorized with a lovely 12 gauge straight medical grade steel barbell.
Eddie doesn’t realize he’s approaching the table until his hips hit the edges. He swallows and places a hand on Buck’s shoulder, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. His eyes flicker between Buck’s face and his penis now held up between Maggie’s thumb and index finger as she pulls his foreskin down to reveal the frenulum. She begins to clean the area with an alcohol wipe and marks where she wants to pierce with the marker. Eddie watches her go through each step carefully. He is here to supervise afterall.
Buck’s hand reaches for Eddie’s other hand and Eddie takes it without hesitating.
“How’s your pain tolerance, love?”
Eddie is answering for him before Buck has the chance to open his mouth.
“Oh don’t worry about that Maggie, he’s pretty good with pain. One time he got his legs crushed under a fire truck.”
Maggie’s brows shoot up under her curly bangs. “Oh my!”
“Yeah, he also nearly died in the tsunami, remember that Buck?” he doesn’t actually wait for Buck to respond. “And then he actually died for three minutes and seventeen seconds— he got struck by lightning.”
“Eddie…” Buck whines, giving Eddie the best side eyes he can do.
“Did I miss anything?”
“Yeah, you missed the time I dislocated my shoulder ‘cause Billy Boils was haunting my ass,” Buck grunts peevishly.
“He dislocated his shoulder slipping on pumpkin goo on hardwood floor on a call,” Eddie corrects with a sneer.
“Oh wow!” Maggie gawks, looking between them with a look Eddie’s all too familiar with. “What did you guys say you do?”
“We’re firefighters.” they say in unison, making Eddie cringe. If Buck feels the same he hides it pretty well. Although, there’s a lot more at stake for the one lying on a piercer’s table with his dick out so Eddie isn’t too surprised.
“I’m a firefighter, Eddie is an ex-army medic turned firefighter. He has a silver star,” Buck rambles, and if Eddie didn’t know better he’d think Buck was stalling because he was nervous. But he’s not. Eddie has learned to accept that Buck will find any excuses to bring up Eddie’s bloodstained silver star. He’s more proud of Eddie for having it than his parents are.
“You talk so much for someone who’s about to have a new hole in his body,” Eddie scoffs, squeezing Buck’s shoulder between his fingers. Buck doesn’t flinch.
“Says the guy with four bullet holes.”
“Touché.”
Maggie clears her throat, interrupting their silly back and forth because unlike these two she doesn’t have all day for their shenanigans.
“You ready, love?” she asks Buck, the needle in her hand gleaming under the bright LED light above them. Eddie’s so glad he’s not on the receiving end of this. He always hated needles ever since he was a kid. Gave his folks a real hard time every time he had to get a shot. So the concept of people voluntarily getting needles put into their bodies always fascinated Eddie. Tattoos are different.
“Take a deep breath for me, love,” Maggie instructs following Buck’s confident nod, and it’s only then that Eddie realizes he has been holding his breath too.
It only takes a second. Buck gasps, his hand squeezing Eddie’s and for a moment Eddie thinks he might pass out. One deep breath and the needle is sitting through the skin of Buck’s dick and the next she’s pulling the metal part out, leaving only the soft shell in. Buck only flinches a little and stays mostly still.
“Whew!” Buck blows his exhale out audibly. “That wasn’t so bad.”
Maggie and Eddie share a knowing look but don’t say a word as she grabs the barbell. If Buck doesn’t know that this is the painful part they’re not gonna warn him. It’s always worse when you know how bad it’s gonna hurt.
This time, Eddie keeps his eyes on Buck’s face, locking their gazes together. “Almost done.”
“Take another deep breath for me, hun,” Maggie says after screwing one side of the barbell to the end of the soft tube.
Eddie nods and takes a long deep breath for Buck to follow. Maggie pulls the tube out one way while pushing the barbell in with her other hand. Back gasps, not expecting the pain, his pupils blown black, devouring the crystal blue irises around them like a black hole. He squeezes Eddie’s hand so hard he thinks he might have a sprain.
“Holy fuck…” he curses under his breath, voice deep and gravelly. Eddie has to clench his jaw to keep his composure. Something about the way Buck’s face flushes and his eyes darken from the pain is messing with Eddie’s sanity.
“Sorry, love. Just a sec,” she says apologetically as she screws the barbell in and pats the few drops of blood around the area clean. “All done. Happy Piercing!”
“Hey! You did it,” Eddie slaps him on the shoulder as Buck pushes himself up to seated with a grunt. Buck lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes glued to his own penis, staring at the brand new jewelry permanently embedded in his skin.
“I did… Shit, that looks good, doesn’t it?” Buck asks in earnest, his eyes snapping up to watch Eddie through his long blond lashes.
Eddie hopes Buck doesn’t notice the way his breath got stuck in his throat for a minute because yes, the piercing does look good on Buck’s cock. But in all fairness, Buck’s cock already looked good. Even soft, Eddie could tell it was pretty, sitting pale and dusted pink on Buck’s belly, the dark coarse hair at the base trimmed neatly.
Before Eddie could even attempt to answer Maggie is handing Buck a pamphlet of the extensive aftercare for a frenum piercing. She still walks him through it while Eddie has an existential crisis about the different shades of pink on Buck’s dick. He hears Maggie’s voice through the rush of blood to his ears as she explains how they’d had one too many people who got an infection due to their own negligence but tried to blame the shop for not explaining the aftercare to them properly. They now give pamphlets and have clients sign a form confirming they received it and got the talk.
It was understandable, they had to protect themselves. And no one knows better than Buck and him how stupid people can be and how insistent they can be in denying it.
By the time Eddie has gotten himself sorted after nearly having a breakdown over how pretty his best friend’s dick is, Buck has tucked himself back into his boxers along with a gauze in case of bleeding and they’re on their way to Eddie’s truck.
If Buck is in any pain he doesn’t show it. He walks normally, swinging from side to side like a metronome and bumping shoulders with Eddie nearly every step. He has a giant smile plastered on his face that Eddie can’t stop staring at. Buck is glowing, all because he now has a small metal bar through his dick. He looks like he’s walking on clouds.
Eddie suggests they go for some ice cream, mostly to tease Buck since he always took Chris to get ice cream after his shots when he was younger but Buck agrees giddily. He probably doesn’t even realize Eddie was trying to tease him as he starts picking a playlist for them to listen to because he’s the only one making them. Eddie still doesn’t like giving apps too much information. Who knows what they could find out about you through your favorite music?
One question still poked at Eddie’s consciousness like a splinter he couldn’t pull out from his skin.
“You never told me what made you wanna get the piercing in the first place,” he drops it casually, leaving enough room for Buck to avoid giving him a straight answer if he really didn’t want to give him one. But something tells Eddie he wouldn’t mind sharing.
“Well,” Buck starts fiddling with his fingers in his lap. It must be good if Buck is getting coy. “About a month ago I met this guy – Tyler – at this gay bar I’ve been going to a few times and he had them.”
Eddie arches a playful brow, taking a quick glance at Buck sitting to his right. “Them? Plural?”
Buck nods sheepishly. “Yeah, he had the ladder. Six, I think.”
“Wow… that good, huh?” Eddie quips but it comes out almost breathless. Very smooth, Diaz.
“It was… well, it was new, for one. I’d never seen anything like it, let alone… experienced, but yeah just the way it looked had me intrigued. But then I—” he stopped himself mid-sentence, turning to face Eddie with a pinched look. “Sorry, is this weird? I know you asked but you probably didn’t want details of my—”
“No, I…” Eddie interrupts him. Fuck… he’s too curious even if his cheeks feel so hot he could probably make popcorn on them. “I asked. Go on.”
Buck chews on his lip, contemplating it for a moment before continuing. “Alright, yeah, so I sucked him off and he sounded so… I don’t even know how to explain it but it was downright pornographic, the sounds he made… and he came so hard. And like, I’m good, but not that good, so I asked him and he said it’s the piercings. They intensify the pleasure for the wearer.”
Eddie’s mouth was suddenly drier than the red desert. The mental image of Buck giving some random guy – Tyler – a blowjob suddenly becomes too clear in his mind’s eye he’s losing focus on the round. Focus, dammit.
He squeezes the steering wheel under his palm, forcing a smile. “Too bad you can’t test that for yourself for another four to six weeks.”
..
Much to Eddie’s surprise, Buck didn’t end up telling anyone about his piercing. He was so excited the day he got it that Eddie thought for sure he would announce it in the 118 group chat, but no, he didn’t breathe a word to anyone. It’s not like Eddie cared, but he kind of wished someone else knew so they could have a bet on how long Buck would last holding out on doing ‘fun stuff’. Something told Eddie that he was not going to break his pre-sperm-donation record.
If you asked, Eddie’s bet would be something around three weeks, maximum. He’d like to think Buck was smart enough not to attempt anything when the wound was still fresh. He wasn’t Buck 1.0 anymore. Not that Eddie ever met him, but he’s heard so much about him that sometimes it feels like he has.
It’s on day sixteen around ten pm when Buck texts him cryptically, asking him if he can come over. ‘It’s an emergency’. At least Chris is staying over at one of his friends to work on their school project late.
Eddie palms his face before grabbing his keys and heading out. He always has his medkit in his trunk but an Evan Buckley “emergency” rarely contains any actual injuries. He knows he has to call 911 for those. But it’s Buck. He’d saved Eddie’s ass so many times Eddie had lost count. So yes, Eddie would always go when Buck called.
He lets himself in with his keys, the building's doorman learned not to question these two’s coming and going at the most odd hours a long time ago.
“Buck? What’s the emergency?” he calls, looking around as he closes the door with his leg. There’s nothing that catches Eddie’s eyes immediately. Nothing’s broken or burnt.
Buck’s head peeks from the living room. “Hey.”
Eddie gives him a once over look, he’s sporting a worn cotton T-Shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Not Buck’s usual indoor attire, Eddie notes. The next thing he sees is an open medkit on Buck’s coffee table.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Eddie asks in panic, scanning Buck’s body again, looking for an injury.
“I… no, I’m not,” Buck replies without really meeting Eddie’s eyes, which is strange. “I’m fine, I just… I need you to check.”
“Check what, Buck?” Eddie looks around for a hidden third person, or even an animal but there didn’t seem to be anyone beside them at the loft.
“I’m just… I know it’s early but it’s driving me crazy, Eddie,” Buck starts to pace, moving his hands around comically as he rambles. “It’s so sensitive, you know? Like, the lightest touch makes it… fuck— I can’t even wear boxers!”
Eddie can’t pinpoint the exact moment he figured out what Buck was talking about but the more Buck goes on the hotter Eddie’s cheeks get. The image of Buck walking around the loft naked because he's too sensitive to wear boxers and getting hard from the lightest touch gets framed and hung inside Eddie’s mind palace— the centerpiece on the gallery wall of Evan Buckley.
“I just need you to give me the all clear to… do something about it. Just… please?” Buck is panting, his cheeks dusted pink and his lips a shade or two darker than their original hot pink. Maybe Eddie is projecting but Buck’s lips seem plumper, almost raw, like they’d been kissed. Or gnawed on.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, almost in a trace. What else can he do? “Sure.”
Buck stops pacing, crystal blue eyes lock on Eddie’s as he stands frozen, contemplating every life choice he’s ever made that led him here tonight. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, let me take a look,” Eddie breathes, trying to keep his breathing even as he walks to the coffee table and grabs a pair of gloves from the kit.
From the corner of his eyes Eddie can swear Buck flinches at the sound of the rubber gloves smacking against Eddie’s wrist.
“Uhm… Where do you want me?” Buck asks, still fiddling with his fingers like a kid who’s waiting to be given his punishment for breaking curfew. Or his arm. Apparently he did that a lot when he was a kid.
Eddie thinks about it for a second. He could sit down and have Buck stand. Immediately no. That image would haunt him forever.
Or Buck could lie down on the couch and Eddie could crouch? Or sit on the coffee table? No, too weird.
“Just— sit down. It’s not like I’m gonna operate on you.”
It’s fine. He just needs to check for any sign of open wound or infection. He does it every day. Well, not on penises, usually. Especially not Buck’s. Shit… Eddie’s fucked if Buck decides to get more of these.
He pushes the coffee table back a few inches with his leg before sitting on its edge facing Buck. Eddie’s knees touch the inside of Buck’s bare thighs where the shorts have bunched up, the heat of his skin burning Eddie through a layer of jeans.
“Come closer,” Eddie instructs, fingers gesturing to the edge of the couch.
Buck scoots closer, his thighs spreading wider around Eddie’s. He reaches for the strings of his shorts, loosening them before pulling them down below his ass unceremoniously. Damn. He really wasn’t wearing any boxers.
Eddie swallows, his hands held up, trying not to touch anything else befor his examination. Very professional. Or at least he’s trying his damn best to be since unlike the time at the piercing shop, Buck isn’t soft.
“I know, Eddie, I’m sorry… fuck… Just tell me if it's safe to take care of it. I can’t do another cold compress and I’ve run out of gross scenarios to think of.”
Eddie doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to the long, thick shaft lying on Buck’s belly. His glans is engorged, Eddie can practically see it throbbing. Beneath it, the familiar silver barbell gleams under the warm light of Buck’s living room. Eddie clears his throat and starts assessing.
“There’s no swelling,” He thinks out loud.
“Yeah? What about scarring? Is it still fresh? Does it look like it could reopen and bleed if I touch—”
“Buck, shut up and let me do what I do,” Eddie snaps and leans forward.
This is just another case. I’m just doing my job. This is what I do every day.
He repeats to himself like those cheesy self-help affirmations. They never worked and neither does this.
Watching Buck get his dick pierced and holding Buck’s dick in his hands are two very different things and Eddie never thought he’d ever be doing either. And yet, here he is, picking up Buck’s dick and pulling at the foreskin to inspect the pierced skin around the jewelry.
It’s only then that Eddie realizes that Buck wasn’t even fully hard. But he’s getting there, right in Eddie’s gloved palm. Eddie himself isn’t too far behind. His jeans are beginning to feel extremely tight and uncomfortable.
“Shit… I’m… sorry, so sorry…”
“Shut up,” Eddie says through gritted teeth. “Just shut up.”
Buck smacks his lips together, breathing hard through his nose.
The pierced area seems to be healing nicely. The scars are still fresh and swollen but there’s no sign of an open wound, not externally. Buck had taken good care of it. But Eddie knows the risks, he knows the skin inside is still healing. Buck really shouldn't be testing his luck right now.
He lets go of Buck’s now fully hard dick and watches it plop back down against Buck’s belly, nearly reaching his navel. Well, at least he’s earned the title ‘Firehose’.
“So? What’s the verdict?” Buck asks, he’s panting like he’s just run a marathon.
Eddie sits back up, trying to focus his gaze on Buck’s face. “You’re healing well. There’s no swelling or redness. The wounds look good, but you and I both know it takes longer than two weeks to fully heal.”
A low keening sound ripples from Buck’s throat along with the squeaking sound of his bare skin rubbing against the leather of the couch as he arches his hips.
Time seems to stretch, the air between them charged with something foreign, yet not entirely new. Eddie isn’t breathing, his eyes following Buck’s movement with a tight jaw. White droplets precum ooze from Buck’s tip and gather in the dips of his belly crease and Eddie sees red. Not in rage, or even frustration, but something hotter, velvety sweet and tangy like aged red wine. It’s lust, pure and simple, coursing through Eddie’s veins, stirring heat in his blood and setting his whole body alight.
“Eddie,” Buck moans, his eyes dark and glassy as he watches Eddie, pleading. “Please… I can’t…”
Something must break open inside Eddie. An old rusty lock that had been keeping the pandora’s box shut for decades clatters to the ground.
No one has ever called his name like that. Like Eddie holds the last thread of their sanity between his fingers.
“I just need—” Buck is pushing in his palms to stand up but Eddie isn’t having it.
“Sit the hell down, Buck.”
Buck melts back into the couch like butter in a hot plan, his chest rising and falling rapidly, panting heavily. More precum leaks from his dick, making a larger pool on his stomach.
Eddie makes the decision to help him sometime between Buck moaning his name and leaking precum from being told to sit down. It’s not a particularly hard decision.
It’s Buck. And he needs Eddie.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself?” he asks, keeping his expression stern, a facade for the chaos erupting inside him.
“E- Eddie, what..?” Buck’s lashes flutter, his mouth gaping open in a mix of confusion and arousal.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself, Buck? Or do I have to get a zip tie?” Eddie repeats more firmly, but not harshly. More precum drips from Buck’s neglected dick. Maybe they should’ve called him a leaky faucet instead. Fuck.
Buck opens his mouth but nothing comes out but a shaky breath.
“Actually I don’t have any zip ties,” Eddie mentally curses himself. “So just keep them behind your back. Sit on them if you have to.”
To his credit, Buck follows the instructions wordlessly and without a fuss.
“Here’s what I’m gonna do,” Eddie starts, scooting closer to the edge of the coffee table once again and pushing Buck’s knees open wider. “I’m gonna take care of this very carefully so you don’t hurt yourself, and you’re going to be very still. Are we clear?”
Buck’s eyes are hazy and glazed, like he’s not fully there. He’s still panting and his wrists are crossed behind him.
“Evan,” Eddie calls him by his given name that is guaranteed to snap him out of his daze. “Do you understand?”
Buck blinks rapidly, fanning the fog out of his eyes and nods.
“Words, Buck,” he admonishes.
“I’ll stay still and keep my hands to myself.” Buck's voice is rough and fucked out already and Eddie nearly cums in his pants imagening how he must sound once he is actually fucked out.
“Good.”
Eddie leans forward, the distance between their bodies suddenly feeling like miles rather than inches. He reaches for Buck’s dick, gloved hand wrapping around the shaft. It’s thick and heavy, noticeably larger than Eddie’s own and Eddie thought he was gifted. Maybe god really does have favorites. But Eddie doesn’t wanna think about god right now. Or ever, if he can help it.
Everything is Buck. right here, right now.
He glances up to Buck, checking for any sign of him changing his mind but finds none. All he sees in those crystal blue eyes is unbridled lust laced with something sweeter and akin to fondness. A burning need for an overdue release, and Eddie knows it’s going to be glorious.
The weight of him becomes more familiar in Eddie’s palm with each passing second, like it was always meant to find itself there. Eddie grabs the medical lubricant from the medkit next to him and squirts some on the shaft before giving its middle a light squeeze. Sliding his palm up and down, Eddie drags his thumb across the underside seam, mindfully avoiding the fresh piercing,
Buck’s breath hitches, his dick twitching in Eddie’s hand and more precum slides down the sides. Eddie can feel the heat of it through the gloves as it slides across his fingers.
“Shit…I’m…” Buck grunts, his knees jerking inward. “Not gonna last, Eddie, fuck.”
A small smile creeps on Eddie’s lips, pulling at the corners of his chapped lips. He drags his palm up along Buck’s length and stops right before the head could slip out of his grip. Buck lets out a hiss, his lips caught between his teeth, and Eddie has never wanted to kiss him more. To pull that abused, red-bitten lip free from Buck’s teeths only to suck it into his own mouth.
He wants to taste Buck: cum, sweat and spit, all of it. He wants to bury his face in the soft trail of hair below Buck’s naval stretching down to his base. Wants to breathe in the musky scent of Buck’s skin mixed in with the drying precum there, lick along the happy trail up to Buck’s sternum, feel those hard muscles contract beneath his tongue.
Eddie presses his thumb on the crease under Buck's crown, millimeters above the throbbing hot pierced skin. Buck’s head throws back, his ensuing moan echoing through the walls. His shoulders pull back in an effort to stop him from arching off the couch.
“Easy…” Eddie speaks softly, trying to ease Buck back into submission. “You gotta hold still for me.”
Buck nods tentatively, his eyes gleaming with some rapturous look. Eddie wanted so badly to see him loose and unrestrained. He’s in the lion’s den, watching him fight his every instinct and desire.
Dragging his thumb up and down in a slow, calculated motion, Eddie teases Buck where he knows he must be the most sensitive—second to the off-limits piercing—like he’s on a mission to drive Buck insane.
“EddieEddieEddieEddie,” Buck slurs out incoherently, his cock dripping with more precum as Eddie continues the torture, thumbing around the piercing and across his glans.
“I can’t decide if you got the title for the size or for how wet you get,” Eddie mumbles, mostly to himself. “Firehose.”
Buck doesn’t humor him with a reply, probably too far gone to even register Eddie’s words. He begins to thumb at his slit, circling the dripping hole and spreading the thick pre around the crown for more lubrication.
“So pretty…” Eddie coos, eyes glued to the glistened red tip of Buck’s cock twitching in his palm.
Buck is delirious with pleasure, mouth hanging open, gasping and moaning like he’s getting paid. It hits Eddie then that he would pay to see this. Hell, he’d sell his kidney to witness this scene unfold in front of him. Never in a million years did Eddie imagine holding his best friend’s cock, big and gorgeous, working to bring him to completion.
“Eddie, shit, I’mcummingI’mcumming, fuck…” it’s the only warning Eddie gets before Buck’s orgasm crashes into him like the first wave of a tsunami.
Eddie wraps his other hand around Buck’s base to cover where his right hand can’t; too busy playing with the pink, throbbing tip that he wants to get his mouth on.
Long, white ropes of cum shoot from Buck’s cock reaching as far as his collarbone and it keeps coming. Eddie squeezes the shaft, riding Buck through his orgasm and milking him dry. Buck starts to squirm, his self-control shooting out of his body along with his never ending spurts of cum.
Eddie maneuvers on top of him, stradling Buck’s lap and pinning him beneath his body weight on the couch.
“Easy… easy…” Eddie croons, his fingers resuming their work almost on autopilot. “I’ve got you, mi cielo.”
Buck’s eyes fill with tears, his moans coming out more broken with each breath as Eddie strokes him through the aftershocks.
“Eddie, please…” he pleads, crying out brokenly. “I need…”
Eddie was right, he sounds absolutely obscene, thoroughly fucked out of his mind.
Eddie tears the glove off his left hand using his teeth and spits it away before cupping Buck’s damp cheeks.
“Yeah? What do you need, baby?” he soothes his thumb across Buck’s cheeks, wiping the fresh tears off Buck’s beautiful flushed-pink face.
“Need you…” Buck slurs, clearly drunk on the sizzling pleasure still flowing through his veins. He’s craning his neck out, Eddie notices, like a fish trying to breathe outside of water.
It takes Eddie a moment to take note of the difference in their height in this position. While Buck is one of the few people who’s ever managed to make Eddie feel short, his height comes from his freakishly long legs. Eddie’s torso is much longer than his, making it impossible for Buck to kiss him unless Eddie bends and curls his neck, giving him an advantage he never realized he’d enjoy having.
So Eddie bends and lowers himself on Buck’s lap, letting his face hover above Buck’s, close enough to smell Buck’s shampoo and aftershave but not close enough to touch. Buck sobs, trying to arch up to meet Eddie’s lips hovering just an inch or two above his.
“Hush… I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Eddie breathes, dragging his thumb across Buck’s trembling lips before closing the distance and crashing his lips into Buck’s pleading ones.
This time, the whole box shatters, leaving nothing for Eddie to close and lock back up again. Once their lips touch Eddie knows there's no going back. He doesn't want to go back to bottling every emotion deemed ‘not manly enough’. Doesn’t want to go back to breaking every bone in his body to fit this impossible mold his parents and the church tried to fit him in. Doesn't want to deny himself anymore, not just of joy, but of life, of breathing without a five hundred pound weight on his chest.
Buck is air. Buck is life. And Buck is joy.
If Eddie had ever allowed himself to imagine this moment, he would have imagined it slightly different; a little less urgent and hungry, but now that he’s here he can't bring himself to care. Can’t bring himself to regret any second of feeling Buck’s plump lips under his, tasting him on his tongue and memorizing every inch of his mouth. Not when Buck is melting under his palm like soft wax, his mouth slack and eyes shut, fully relinquishing himself to Eddie.
They’re both breathless when they part, eyes glassy and half lidded, and skins glistening with a sheen layer of sweat. The air around them reeks of sex; sweat, cum and day old colognes and body sprays.
“Buck,” Eddie says softly, as he takes the other glove off and runs his hands down Buck’s arms. “You can let go, baby. It’s okay.”
Buck unlaces his fingers behind him and brings his hands out, letting them lie limp next to his hips on the couch. “Is this real?” he sighs, glazed blue eyes flickering between Eddie’s soft brown ones. They’ve always been shore and ocean. Inextricably bound, always meant to crash into each other.
Eddie chuckles, pushing a loose curly strand off Buck’s sweaty forehead. “What?”
Buck’s hands find their way to Eddie’s hips, not squeezing or pulling, just resting there, a reassuring weight. “This… you…” he pauses, taking a shaky inhale. “Us…?”
“That good, huh?” Eddie teases, running his thumb over Buck’s pulse point on his neck. “Didn’t know I could make a man question my existence with a handjob alone.”
This time Buck gives his hips a light squeeze, the corners of his lips tugging into an easy smile. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” Eddie mirrors him with a soft smile and leans in to press a chaste kiss on Buck’s bruising red lips. “We’ve always been real, Buck. It just took us a while to realize it.”
Buck looks away for a moment, still smiling, like he’s remembering something, or making some kind of connection. Eddie is ready to be hit with some animal facts about this species that take ages to find their mate or something.
“It took us seeing the other get a new hole to realize it, apparently.”
Eddie sits frozen, staring at Buck without blinking for what feels like hours. “What?”
“I realized it when you got shot in front of me. You realized when I got my dick pierced in front of you.” Buck drew him the picture and now Eddie could never unsee it. Buck’s analogy was so ridiculous it was almost poetic.
Eddie buries his face into the crook of Buck’s neck, laughing. “I’m in love with an idiot,” he mumbles into Buck’s neck.
One large, heavy arm wraps around Eddie’s waist and another loops around his shoulder. “The idiot loves you back, you know?”
“I know,” Eddie breathes, filling his lungs with the heady scent of Buck after cumming a bucket before sitting back up. “Just so we’re clear, this is not the story we’re gonna tell people.”
“If by people you mean our friends, I don’t think they need any ‘telling’.”
Eddie shrugs. “You’re probably right.”
They stay there for a few minutes longer, wrapped around each other, basking in the glow of finally confessing their feelings to each other until Eddie has to be the voice of reason.
“We gotta get up, you need a shower.”
Buck whines at the loss of Eddie’s weight on top of him. “No… I showered before you came!”
“Flattered, but it doesn’t matter,” Eddie says more sternly. “You don’t have enough washcloths to clean this mess, and you still gotta rinse your dick with saline. Come on.”
Buck huffs out his breath in annoyance before his eyes lighting up again.
“Fine, but I’m sucking you off in the shower.”
Eddie is suddenly reminded of his own long neglected boner. He’d gone a little soft but he’s well on his way to fullness again just at the thought of having Buck’s mouth on him. Despite already planning to stay over, Eddie comes to realize how badly they’re both going to suffer the consequences in the morning.
“We’re so sleeping through our alarms tomorrow.”