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Hands…
Eddie was consumed by an electrifying wave of sensation as large, calloused hands explored his body. They tangled in his hair, wrapped around his waist, and caressed his neck. Each touch ignited every nerve ending, reaching every part of him—his chest, his ass, and more, so much more. In that intoxicating moment, Eddie felt a dizzying rush of euphoria, but these weren't just any hands; they were Buck's hands, and he had never experienced such a profound connection in his entire life.
Buck's kisses surged with an insatiable hunger, sparking a fire inside Eddie that he couldn't ignore. As Buck's warm tongue pushed past his lips, Eddie surrendered eagerly, a deep, throaty moan escaping him, causing a triumphant smirk to spread across Buck's face.
“You’re so good for me, Eds,” he murmured, his voice low and tantalizing.
“B-Buck,” Eddie gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure, his body responding as another fervent moan slipped from his lips.
Buck pulled away from Eddie's lips, and the immediate sense of loss washed over Eddie like a wave. But that feeling was quickly overshadowed as Buck's warm mouth found its way to the sensitive skin of Eddie’s neck, where he began to suck and nip playfully. Eddie felt electrified, teetering on the edge of something exhilarating and unknown.
Without warning, Buck slid his tongue up the length of Eddie's neck, pausing to playfully nibble at his ear. Eddie's response was involuntary; he let out a soft whimper, a sound he had never expected to voice.
“Fuck, you’re so noisy, Eddie. I love hearing you like this—so loud and needy,” Buck murmured, his voice laced with awe and desire. The low timbre of his words sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He moaned again, this time without restraint, lost in the moment. He had never realized how vocal he could be, but with Buck, everything felt heightened, electrifying—no ordinary make-out; this was something deeply thrilling, something that only Buck could evoke in him.
“Buck p-please,” Eddie stuttered in between panting breaths.
“What do you need, Eds?” Buck asked, his voice dripping with a confidence that echoed back to a moment in his kitchen many years ago—a time filled with the thrill of ambition and the promise of something great. That memory ignited a warmth that spread through Eddie’s entire body, an inexplicable sensation that left him both exhilarated and confused.
“I need more.” The words tumbled from Eddie’s lips, heavy and raw, and he could hear the wreckage in his own voice, as if he were laying his soul bare.
“More? What do you mean, Eddie?” Buck replied, amusement dancing in his tone, as if he knew exactly what kind of storm was brewing within him.
Eddie could only respond with a moan, a sound that unraveled into a desperate whimper as Buck’s hands found their way to his ass, fingers gripping him firmly. Buck slid his hands around Eddie’s thighs, teasing and hovering just inches from the place Eddie ached to be touched the most.
“Use your words, baby,” Buck urged, his voice low and sultry, coaxing Eddie to give in.
The term of endearment sent a shiver racing down Eddie's spine, his head spinning with a mix of desire and anticipation, each heartbeat amplifying the electric connection between them.
“Touch me, please,” Eddie begged.
“But I am touching you?” buck was so fucking cocky.
“My dick,” Eddie began, “Please!” Eddie yelled as Buck's hand finally made contact, cupping Eddie through his jeans. Buck lingered for just a few moments, but to his disappointment, Buck's hand didn’t return right away, leaving him in a state of delicious uncertainty until Buck's fingers deftly peeled off both their shirts, revealing their bare skin to the cool, inviting air. Eddie’s heart raced with a mix of anticipation and yearning as he watched, eyes locked on Bucks broad, toned chest, his mouth began to water.
Then, without warning, Buck leaned in again, his warm breath sending shivers down Eddie’s spine as he captured the soft skin of his neck in a series of intoxicating kisses. Buck's lips moved with a tantalizing slowness, brushing against his collarbone and gliding over his chest. Each kiss felt like a tiny spark igniting the air around them, igniting an even deeper hunger within Eddie.
Buck continued down, pausing at Eddie's nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing while his teeth playfully nipped at the tender flesh. Eddie gasped, pleasure shooting through him, leaving him breathless and utterly captivated. Buck didn’t rush; he continued his descent, trailing kisses lower and lower, each touch heightening the anticipation simmering between them.
As Buck finally reached his destination, the air thick with an electrifying tension, Eddie could hardly contain himself; every single nerve ending was alive with yearning.
“Buck,” Eddie cried.
In an instant, Buck leaned in, his lips brushing against the fabric of Eddie's jeans, teasing him mercilessly. A rush of pleasure coursed through Eddie, making him see stars as Buck's warm breath grazed his still clothed crotch. Buck looked up, his eyes filled with intent and desire, and in that moment, Eddie couldn't help but admire how beautiful he was.
With a swift motion, Buck grabbed Eddie's thighs, lifting him effortlessly and placing him on the cool surface of the kitchen counter.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” Eddie panted, the heat rising within him.
Buck flashed a mischievous smirk, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, adding to his allure. Then, with a deliberate slowness, Buck began to unbutton Eddie's jeans, intent on uncovering what lay beneath, when suddenly, Eddie jolted awake.
WHAT. THE. FUCK?!
It had been nearly four months since Eddie and Christopher returned to the sun-soaked streets of Los Angeles, and Buck had moved out, leaving a lingering sense of emptiness that weighed on Eddie's heart. Meanwhile, five months had passed since Athena uncovered the astonishing truth that Bobby was alive, imprisoned in a research lab in Nashville—of all places. Now, with Bobby finally home and regaining his strength, life was gradually returning to its joyful rhythm. Last month, he had resumed his role as captain, with plans of retirement blossoming on the horizon in just a few years.
In the midst of this newfound normalcy, Karen and Hen celebrated the joyous milestone of adopting Mara and were now fostering two little girls. Maddie and Chimney found themselves in a delightful whirlwind, balancing the demands of Jee and the sweet chaos brought by baby Kevin Bobby Han. Jee thrived in her role as a big sister, often bubbling over with excitement as she shared stories with her Uncle Buck about the wonders of her incredible little brother. Watching her vibrant family together filled Maddie’s heart with a warm sweetness that seemed to chase away the shadows of their past.
Ravi had become a cherished, permanent member of the 118, and he had finally crossed paths with Chimney's brother, Albert. To everyone’s delight, they hit it off immediately, their laughter and camaraderie echoing through the firehouse when Albert came to visit. And then there was Buck, who had chosen to leave the warmth and familiarity of Eddie’s home the moment Bobby returned. He had been a comforting presence in a time of darkness that felt miles away from the light, offering unconditional love, warmth, and support to each other, like they always did when they didn’t have the strength to face the world alone.
As for Eddie, he was on a high, feeling more alive than ever, as if the dark clouds that once loomed over his life were finally parting. Everything seemed perfect—until now.
Eddie burst upright in bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The soft sheets twisted around him, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling in his mind—arousal, confusion, and a gnawing sense of anxiety. What had just happened? The very thought made his heart race. There was no way he could have dreamed about Buck in that way, was there? The reality of the situation crashed over him like a wave, leaving him breathless and bewildered. It was in that moment that Eddie realized his painful, hard erection between his thighs that still hadn’t died down. His heart raced, pounding against his ribcage like a drum, while his sweat-drenched shirt clung tightly to his chest, adding to his discomfort. He sat there, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him, desperately trying to steady his breath; a panic attack was the last thing he needed right now. Eddie had never encountered dreams like this before—not about anyone, not his exes, celebrities, or even the mother of his child. And certainly not about men, especially not about Buck. Why him? True, Buck was his best friend, and Eddie had felt the ache of missing him during his time in Texas, and again after he moved out. But THIS? The surreal nature of it all left him questioning everything. Eddies penis began to throb pushing against his soaked boxer briefs pulling Eddie out of his downward spiral, he needed to regain control—he needed to have control. With a determined sigh, Eddie pulled himself out of bed, deliberately avoiding any contact with his still-intensely prominent problem. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as he stealthily made his way to the bathroom, careful not to disturb Chris in the other room. After locking the bathroom door behind him, he shed his clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor, then stepped into the icy embrace of the shower's cold stream. The water cascaded over him, a stark contrast to the heat that coursed through his body.
Minutes drifted by, and despite his efforts, he remained achingly hard, his discomfort growing. He grasped the cool, tiled wall for support as ragged breaths escaped his lips, his mind racing with frustration. Why wouldn't this feeling fade? Thoughts spiraled through his head—he couldn’t possibly indulge in fantasies about his best friend; that would be wrong. Besides, he was straight—without a doubt, straight. This was just an unfortunate glitch in his mind, a jumbled response to missing Buck and being away from him for so long. Everything would be fine; he just needed to focus on his breathing. Annoyingly, the pressure inside him persisted, an undeniable sensation that he couldn't ignore. With a mix of urgency and desperation, Eddie's hand slowly travelled down his stomach, the warmth of his skin igniting a fire within him. When his fingers finally wrapped around his aching member, a gasp slipped from his lips, followed by a low, involuntary moan that echoed in the stillness of the room.
With a tentative stroke, he was instantly flooded with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Eddie had never felt so incredibly turned on in his entire life, the sensations sending shivers through his entire body. As he quickened his pace, vivid images from his dream rushed back to him, swirling in his mind like a whirlwind of desire. It became increasingly difficult to suppress his sounds of pleasure. In a frantic attempt to keep quiet and avoid waking Chris, he bit down on his hand, trying to stifle the rising heat of the best hand job he has ever had. He remains beneath the unrelenting cascade of cold water, but it does nothing to quell the fire igniting his body. Each stroke feels powerful and urgent, his breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. Despite his efforts to push Buck from his mind, the image of him dominates every thought—his strong, chiseled face, those large, capable hands, the raw strength that radiates from him, the comforting timbre of his voice, the warmth of his smile, the unique birthmark that sets him apart, and those impressively broad arms. It's all just too much, overwhelming Eddie, leading him to an intense, desperate climax with Buck’s name on his lips.
It’s a moment of ecstasy unlike anything he has ever experienced; a connection forged with his best friend, his male best friend. As the waves of pleasure begin to ebb, Eddie’s head falls heavily against the cool tiles of the shower wall, and clarity slowly seeps back into his racing mind. Panic tightens its grip around his chest. What had he just done?