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‘You’re bi, right?’ Chloe says to Buck, raising her voice over the music playing slightly too loud in this bar.
Buck beams at her, it still feels fresh, an exciting thing to tell people, ‘yeah!’
‘What about your friend,’ her eyes cut to Eddie and Buck frowns.
‘Oh, no, he's—.’
‘Sure,’ Eddie speaks over him and Buck does an actual double take. Did he know that? He didn’t know that. He should have known that. Especially before they agreed to a threesome with this very pretty but totally random stranger.
Chloe is oblivious to his internal panic, it seems, although Eddie might have some idea, watching Buck closely, inscrutably, a smile ticking up at the corner of his mouth.
‘Then you guys should make out,’ Chloe says, wrapping her lips around the straw in her drink, taking a slow sip, ‘before we get out of here.’
‘Sure,’ Eddie says again and he’s already turning on his stool to face Buck more squarely head on.
‘Sure,’ Buck echoes and now Eddie’s hands are on his thighs, steadying. When did they get there?
Eddie leans in, slowly, eyes on Buck the whole time and Buck just lets it happen, a soft, dry press of lips, over in seconds and Chloe grinning at them, Eddie smiling back, a little flushed, ducking his head. Chloe steps closer, between them on their bar stools and Buck is witness to a deeper, wetter kiss as she presses herself into Eddie's arms. Eddie's hand on her waist looks massive, his other hand on her jaw as he kisses her and Buck is momentarily offended he didn't get a kiss like that.
'Okay,' says Chloe as they break apart, 'lets go.'
Eddie gestures for her to go ahead of them, turning back to Buck with that familiar slow, indulgent smile of his that fizzes in Buck's blood and makes him feel lightheaded but invincible, like he'd go anywhere or do anything if Eddie was there with him.
*
They go back to Buck's place.
Buck unlocks the door and Eddie flicks on the light, both of them kicking their shoes off in the entry way. Chloe unzips her boots, using Eddie’s arm to steady herself, and looks around, at the boxes still stacked in the corners and Buck's couch facing an empty wall because he hasn't got round to putting up his TV yet.
'You just moved in, huh?' she says, stepping further into the living room, eyes skating over the photos on the mantel; Buck with Bobby, Maddie and Chim on their wedding day, Buck and Eddie and Chris.
Eddie chuckles, shaking his head as he shrugs off his jacket, hanging it next to Buck's on his usual hook. Eddie kept telling Buck he didn't need to move out so fast but it was weird all of them living on top of each other like they were. Buck would have had to leave eventually and it's always better to go before you're pushed.
'Uhh, yeah,' Buck scrubs at the back of his neck, 'I mean, about three months ago.'
'So just lazy, then?' Chloe turns to grin at him and without her heels she’s suddenly a lot shorter, tilting towards him, chin up, until he kisses her, slow, sweet.
'Something like that,' he says against her lips.
Eddie kissed her before, at the bar, but Buck didn't and now he gets a taste of the waxy sweet flavor of her lipstick, the smoky sting of the tequila in the cocktails she was drinking. Eddie hadn't tasted like anything, maybe a hint beer, not that Buck got long enough to really tell.
'Shall we? Eddie interrupts them, gestures toward the bedroom.
Chloe steps back, out of Buck's arms, 'yeah.'
Eddie leads the way down the hall and it's a little better than the living room, at least Buck has sheets on the bed, and there aren't any boxes in here. He's felt stuck in a weird transitionary period for a while now, neither here nor there, Eddie is back where he belongs, Chris with him, and Bobby is alive, but nothing feels settled, nothing feels normal.
This certainly doesn't feel normal, Eddie sitting down on Buck's bed, his legs spread, smiling at Chloe, a new kind of smile, one Buck hasn't really seen on him before, confidential, like they're both in on a secret. Over the threshold Chloe takes hold of Buck's hand, pulling him forward, reticent to step into his own room. He follows as she moves to join Eddie on the bed, climbing into his lap to kiss him, both of them laughing into it.
Buck sits next to them and watches. It's not dark like it was at the bar, the warm glow of his beside lamp giving him a much clearer picture of how Eddie does this. Kisses. He escalates much faster than Buck would have expected, the plush curve of his lips, his tongue sneaking out to lick at Chloe's mouth, to get her to open up, which she does, tongues moving wet against each other. Eddie slides a hand up into her hair cupping the back of her head so he can push forwards, kiss her deeper without over balancing, strong enough to hold her up. He nips at her bottom lip and she sighs, hands clutching at his chest and up over his shoulders, holding on.
They look good together, objectively, they're both attractive people and Buck wouldn't have agreed to this, when he came back from the bathroom at the bar to find Eddie and Chloe chatting, a plan already formed between them, if he wasn't into the idea. It's not jealousy he feels, they'll likely never see Chloe again, and he and Eddie, well, they've weathered worse than the aftermath of a threesome, but he wants suddenly to muscle his way between them, to feel Eddie's mouth on him again, the give of his tongue and the scar on his bottom lip. He wants so badly to have this, or something like it, without there needing to be an excuse, another person to please, but he's terrified of that desire too, what it means for him and Eddie that they're doing this.
It takes him by surprise, the touch of Eddie’s hand, caught as he is on watching them, the supple push and pull of their mouths as they kiss. It's fleeting, there and gone again so fast Buck's not sure it even happened, the warm spread of Eddie's palm on his thigh. Eddie did it deliberately, reaching out, and maybe it was just to remind Buck that this is a three player sport but he didn't draw Buck into his embrace with Chloe and Buck doesn't know whether he’s allowed to put his hands on Eddie in return or how he gets Eddie to touch him again.
Chloe breaks the kiss, still perched in Eddie's lap, his hands spanning her waist, glancing between them, 'have you guys ever had a threesome before?'
Buck turns to look at Eddie sharply just in case he has any other revelations he wants to drop on Buck tonight but he’s shaking his head.
‘Not together,' Buck says, and it's weird he feels relieved, right, that Eddie's not done this before, 'but I have. A while back, before I came to LA.'
He's had a couple threesomes with two girls. The one time he had a threesome with another guy he didn't want to do anything directly with Buck; perhaps Buck's disappointment about that should have been a clue to a few things but it was all such a long time ago Buck isn't sure he could even remember any of their names. It's not something he's thought about recently but Eddie had introduced him to Chloe with a smile and the confidence that Buck would agree, a challenge in it, and it's always been easy for Buck to go along with Eddie, to follow where he leads.
'First time for both of us, then,' Chloe says to Eddie and Buck's less than relived all over again but Eddie's grinning.
'Don't worry I'm a fast learner.'
'Oh, I bet,' she pauses, takes a breath, 'should we just—if we all get naked at the same time it'll be done with, like pulling off a bandaid?'
'You think it's gonna be that terrible?' says Eddie, his usual lilting tease deeper, more intimate, and Buck can see his fingers flex, squeezing her waist, reassuring.
'No,' Chloe laughs, shaking her head, 'two big strong firefighters; you can't have anything to hide.'
'Not so bad yourself,' says Eddie and it's such a line but Chloe blushes, her lashes dipping at the compliment, sliding off his lap to standing, her hands dropping to the hem of her top.
She pulls it over her head, stepping back to take off her skirt, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, standing there in her bra and panties. She's gorgeous, undeniably, her hair, dark and shiny, falling over her shoulders, the gentle curves of her waist into hip and thigh and the way her face lights up when she smiles, rolls her eyes at the pair of them staring at her from the bed, open mouthed.
'Well, flattering as that reaction is I was kinda hoping you'd take some clothes off too.'
'Right,' Buck shuffles into action, his back against the headboard and pillows, lifting his hips to shove down his jeans, yanking his t-shirt off over his head as fast as he can. He emerges from the fabric to Eddie, at the side of the bed now, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.
'Smooth,' Eddie cocks a finger and points it at Buck, not quite laughing but there's a glint in his eye. He's looking at him, unabashed, seeing him, mostly naked in this new context for the first time and Buck sort of wants to squirm away from the attention at the same time as he wants to bask in it.
'Hey, gets the job done,' says Chloe and she's climbing back on to the bed now, into Buck's lap this time, kissing him, and it's easy to get lost in that, the faint creamy-green scent of her perfume and the feel of her body against his.
'Cool tats,' she says, hands against his abs, tracing over his ribs, his pecs, shivery sensation skating a path behind her fingertips.
'T-thanks,' says Buck, watching her touch him as the bed dips and there's Eddie, suddenly beside them, stripped fully naked. He's hard, obviously, and Chloe turns her head to look too, fingernails digging into the fat of Buck's belly as she takes Eddie in.
'Fucking hell,' her hand slides lower, to the fabric of Buck's boxers, covering his erection, 'both of you. God.'
Eddie goes very pink at that reaction but she's not wrong. Buck knows he has a decently sized dick but compared to Eddie's—he hopes it's fine that he's looking because he can't drag his gaze away; he's seen Eddie's cock before but not like this, thick, shiny at the tip with precome, the insistent fact of it making Buck's mouth water.
Eddie shifts forward, closer to both of them, and sweeps Chloe's hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, pressing a kiss to the slope of her neck just beneath her jaw, 'what do you want to do?'
She sets her chin against her shoulder, 'will you go down on me?'
Eddie grins, all teeth, like that's what he was hoping she'd say, 'of course.'
They're both still in Buck's lap, between his legs really, and Chloe give him one quick kiss before she turns around, leaning against him, both of them propped up by the headboard, facing Eddie. Like this he's going to get a perfect view of Eddie eating her out, his dark head bent between her thighs and he watches now as Eddie's hands, huge and gentle, slide over her tanned skin, catching at the lacy edge of her panties.
'Shit, hang on,' Chloe sits forward, winds her arms behind herself to unhook her bra and throw it off the side of the bed, settling back, the soft swell of her tits, nipples peaked.
'Ready?' says Eddie and she nods.
Eddie leans in to kiss her, his hands trailing over her collarbone, cupping her breasts. They're so close to Buck like this he can hear the soft sucking sounds of their mouths moving against each other and her quiet intake of breath when Eddie's thumb circles her nipple. His hands drops to her waist and they break apart, forehead to forehead for a beat before Eddie ducks his head, follows the path of his hands with his mouth, licking at her clavicle, her tits, the slope of her belly. Buck can see the spit shining on her skin, goosebumps rising to the surface. Eddie noses against the mound of her pussy, licks there too, over the silk of her panties, the fabric going dark, the impression of his mouth on her. He works his fingers under the waistband, pulling them down and Chloe braces her hands on Buck's thighs so she can lift up her ass to help. It jolts Buck back into his body, Chloe's weight against him, her head against his shoulder, he should help, not just watch.
'Can I touch you?' he whispers in her ear and her hands find his, drawing them up to her tits.
Buck teases her nipples, rolling them under his fingers and she arches into the touch, the line of her neck exposed, her pulse racing under the delicate skin. Buck kisses her there, eager to contribute, careful not to leave a mark as he nips at her. He takes in the profile of her face, high cheekbones, lashes closing over dark eyes, her lips pressed together in pleasure. She tenses on top of him and Buck looks down to see the pink, wet flex of Eddie's tongue dipping between her folds.
'It's better if—,' she starts but Eddie must be already doing it because she goes languid against Buck, sighing into it, 'yeah, like that.'
Eddie goes to it and Buck keeps touching but he doesn't stop watching, the visual of it so compelling, the way the muscles of Eddie's back shift, the tension and the release, the sound of his mouth against her, the breathy groans he's pulling out of her. She's writhing with it already, fucking her hips down sharply against Eddie's face and he's letting her, hands hooked around her hips, moaning into her cunt, and Buck can't really see what Eddie's doing but it's working for him too and it hits suddenly and all at once. He's going to come. He's going to come in his boxers just from the friction of Chloe moving against him and the sight of Eddie enthusiastically going down on her.
It's rising quickly, the pleasure of it soaring, in his hips, up his spine, lodged in the constriction of his throat and there's nothing he can do, trapped as he is against the headboard, 'shit—sorry,' he chokes out, 'I think—I'm—.'
Chloe reaches, takes hold of his hand, squeezing, rocking back more purposefully on his dick, 'me too. Me too, Eddie, fuck—you're gonna make us come.' And isn't that something, Eddie making him come via Chloe, his body into hers, into Buck's, the feedback loop of it, knowing that everything he does to her Buck will feel it too.
Eddie shifts forward bracing Chloe's knees over his shoulders, his hands on her thighs, and what ever he does makes her moan, high and keening, head thrown back against Buck's chest, eyes closed. Eddie looks up, then, his lashes dark, face slick cheeks to chin, his lips, even his nose wet from Chloe's cunt, finding Buck's face, grinning, one eyebrow ticking upwards. He slides his fingers against her, spreading her open, eye contact with Buck until the very last moment as he closes his lips over her clit. She shouts and her whole body curls forward, one hand in Eddie hair, yanking him in and the other gripping so hard to Buck's thigh he thinks she might break the skin.
'Fuck. Don't—don't stop,' she gasps, tension held in all her limbs and Eddie pushing her over the edge to a shuddering, jolting climax.
It's too much, watching the shaking satisfaction of her body, Eddie slowing but not stopping as he licks at her and Buck's hips pitch upward, grinding against Chloe's ass, following her over, cock twitching and coming, basically untouched, all of him electrified, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, desperate to be silent, for it to go unnoticed. Not that there's much chance Chloe won't realize he just came in his underwear against her.
Chloe is motionless, expression serene, and Eddie lifts his head, chin resting on her thigh as she resurfaces, stretching, shifting. She turns her face into Buck's neck, both of them sweaty, definitely sticky and he can feel her smile against his skin.
'Good, huh?' she says and it's not entirely clear who she's addressing but Buck has some idea, ducking his head, because it's not the first time he's come too soon or at the wrong moment. They have all night, though, and Eddie, sat on his haunches in front of them, is still hard, he's probably aching with it but his hand is steady as he touches himself, a mesmerizing drag from base to tip. He's looking at them again, appraising, both of them satisfied and spent because of him.
'Okay?' he says and it's a little smug.
'You know it,' says Chloe, poking Eddie's leg with her foot, nodding towards his cock, 'you should do something with that.'
Eddie moves the hand on himself a little faster, harder, 'you got any ideas?'
Chloe widens the spread of her legs, invitation clear, and Eddie drops his gaze, 'you should fuck me.'
'Yeah, I can do that,' he raises his eyes to Buck's face, 'condoms?'
'Oh, yeah, man. In the—in the—,' Buck jerks his elbow towards his nightstand.
Eddie leans over both of them and Chloe catches at his jaw, pulling him into a kiss, turning her head to kiss Buck, all three of them sharing spit, Eddie to Chloe to Buck. It's a momentary pause, resettling in the moment with less urgency. Eddie leaves off kissing Chloe and he doesn't kiss Buck directly at all, pulling open the drawer beside the bed to reach inside.
'Don't want you to feel left out,' says Chloe, softly, her breath damp against Buck's face, 'you can go next, if you want. If you're ready.'
Buck's not sure what he wants but he can't exactly join in just yet and his cheeks flush with embarrassment again, that he came so quickly without anyone really touching him.
'Sorry,' he murmurs.
Chloe giggles but there's nothing mean in it, 'don't worry it was hot. I get it.'
Eddie's found the condoms, and Buck's lube, tearing one open to roll it over his cock, 'what are you two whispering about?'
'Nothing. Just how hot you are,' says Chloe and Buck can feel himself go even redder, it's true but it's not—he wasn't going to tell Eddie that.
'View's pretty good from where I'm sitting too,' says Eddie and his gaze tracks over both of them, lands on Buck, penetrating, 'how do you—?'
'Like this?' says Chloe, 'you don't mind being my pillow a bit longer do you, Buck?'
'Oh, I—,' Buck starts but Eddie is already moving over them, covering Chloe, and it brings them so much closer together, the incontrovertible fact of it.
Eddie has a big dick, Buck can see that, bigger than Buck's, and he slides himself over Chloe's pussy, not inside at first, just rocking against her, wet from her previous orgasm, and from this angle Buck can just about see the fat head of it nudging her clit. She hums, rolling her hips with his motion, urging him on.
'Come on, cowboy,' she teases, 'give it to me.'
'Cowboy?' Eddie wrinkles his nose but he's grinning, still moving, 'you know when Buck was on the apps he used to call himself firehose.'
'No kidding?' Chloe wriggles against Buck, the wet fabric of his boxers rubbing against his dick, sharp immediate pleasure, and now they're both laughing at him and for some reason he likes that too.
'He used to steal fire engines for hook ups, slept with a woman who owned a load of snakes he met on a call.'
'That was before we met,' Buck puts in although he's not sure how that helps him defend himself, glaring at Eddie, 'and the snakes weren't relevant to the hook up. Who even told you? Chimney?'
Eddie shrugs one shouldered, 'it's widely known information. And don't bring up Chim right now, dude.'
'Don't call me dude, right now, dude,’ Buck throws back.
Eddie's looking at him again, and they're in it, midway through a threesome but it's different to acknowledge it out loud. That this is not how they usually are with each other. They've not really done anything, the two of them, and Buck doesn't know if Eddie would want that, not how Buck wants it, and he still doesn't know how to ask for it.
'Sure thing, cowboy,' says Eddie and it's a tease of a different kind, the atmosphere shifting as Chloe bends her knees, legs splayed around Eddie hips and Buck hears it and feels it, the bone deep satisfaction wracking through her as Eddie pushes inside, fills her up, still looking at Buck.
'Yeah, yeah,' she says, winding her arms around Eddie's shoulders, pulling him in.
Eddie doesn't move at first and Chloe kisses him again, quick, hot teeth and tongues, and Buck watching them. He's still so turned on but he's feeling it at a remove until Chloe stills Eddie with two fingers under his chin, thumb notched against the scar there. Eddie looks down at her carefully, his lips shiny with her spit, and she directs his face, up over her shoulder towards Buck.
'Don't leave Buck out,' she says, firm, and Eddie chuckles, readjusting himself to lean in closer.
'I would never,' and then they're kissing, not like earlier at the bar but actually, properly.
Eddie's mouth slides over Buck's, wet and pliant, he teases his tongue over Buck's bottom lip, sets the sharp point of a canine there until Buck opens up for him, pressing insistent and sure. Buck licks his tongue into Eddie's mouth, tries to count his teeth, tries to find some taste of him he might remember. His hand jolts up from where it was resting against Chloe's hip, finding Eddie's bicep, fingers digging in to the flex of muscle and he can hardly haul Eddie any closer but he wants them anchored to each other somehow, in more than one way even as the kiss ends. Eddie's nose presses against Buck's, his lashes flutter over Buck's cheek and Buck misses it immediately, Eddie's mouth over his, Eddie's attention and focus his alone.
'Like that?' says Eddie as he shifts back and Buck nods, breathless, 'yeah.'
They're folded up together, as Eddie starts to move in earnest, a many-limbed creature on Buck's bed, their legs overlapping and Chloe clutching at Eddie braced above them, his head dropped, watching as he buries himself in her cunt and Buck beneath both of them, the joined weight of two bodies in the cradle of his hips, the sweaty, panting rhythm of it. Buck didn't really do anything to help, before, and in the space between them he slides his hand over Chloe's torso, to the slicked neat triangle of her pubes, her pussy hot under his fingers. He touches her, light, glancing pressure to her clit and her hips kick up against him.
'Fucking, yeah, touch me—fuck,' Chloe gasps, and everything is so wet, sweat and the slick from her cunt and Buck's fingers skating through it, split around the sticky latex of Eddie's cock as he fucks her.
They're in sync now, a jolting tempo shifting them down the bed, Buck practically on his back, Chloe stretched out over him, and Eddie slots a hand against Buck's neck, squeezing at his nape, grounding them all together as he fucks into Chloe with long, deep thrusts. Buck's knuckles brush the tense plane of Eddie’s belly, still touching Chloe, moving to Eddie's rhythm, regular passes of his fingers, firm against her clit, a pulsing escalation and he knows, her cunt throbbing under his hand, that she's getting there.
'Oh my god, Eddie, are you close,' she says, breathy and hitching her legs around Eddie's waist, crossed at the ankles her heels digging into the small of his back.
Eddie nods, concentration written in every line of his face, rocking his hips in quick, tight circles. It traps Buck's arm between them, his hand pressed against Chloe's cunt, and Eddie's kissing her again but he hasn't let go of Buck, his thumb skating against his Adam's apple and Buck can barely breathe as it is. He's surrounded, the rich spice of Eddie's cologne and the deep garden scent of Chloe's perfume, their sweat and the ozone of sex heavy in the air, everything bodies and frantic movement. He tries to rub his fingertips against Chloe but he can hardly move, a frictionless grind, and she arches her back, gasping, and Buck can feel the pulsing release of it as Eddie makes her come.
'That's—that's it—there,' she jerks between them, shaking, and Eddie keeps going, dragging it out, chasing his own climax now.
Buck wants to be the one to make Eddie come but all he can do is watch and wait for it, the shattering pleasure crashing through him as he buries his face against Chloe's shoulder and Buck's chest, choking out a moan, hips working until he sinks into stillness. They lie there, all three of them breathing deep, shellshocked by it, but Eddie's pretty heavy, lying mostly on Buck but still. Chloe shoves at his shoulders to make him move enough so she can wriggle out from under him.
'Fucking hell. That was—,' she looks over at them both and grins and Buck is suddenly very aware of Eddie on top of him, all the places they're touching as Eddie looks away, shifting suddenly to deal with the condom, the freckled line of his back half turned to the bed.
'Are we—?' Done? Okay?
Buck wants to ask but he doesn't want this to be over yet looking to Chloe, lounging against the sheets, her hair sweaty and sticking to her, careless in the way she sprawls beside them.
'You guys should do stuff now. If you want,' she says, 'so I can watch.'
This is the nature of threesomes Buck supposes but he doesn't think there's a single thing he could suggest they do that wouldn't reveal all the longing he's tried to bury, the sick desperation of it. Eddie isn't giving anything away as he turns towards them, his face unreasonably impassive for a guy who just got a stranger off twice and has been asked to fool around with his best friend.
'W-what do you want to see?' says Buck when Eddie doesn't speak because that's safer, if it's for Chloe, if she's decided then he's absolved.
It's Eddie she looks at, tilting her head towards Buck, 'would you fuck him?'
Eddie's eyes are dark as he makes eye contact with Buck. He keeps doing that, expression veiled one minute and then pinning Buck in place with his regard the next and Buck feels x-rayed, his skin transparent, all his organs on display.
'If he wants me to.'
'Buck?' Chloe grins, 'he's really good at it. Like incredible.'
This is what he wanted, to keep going, to not lose the excuse to touch and the idea of Eddie fucking him, making him come, pulses through him, yawning, urgent need.
'Uh, sure,' he says to Chloe, 'if that's good for you?'
'So good. You have no idea. I'll prep you though, can't have you boys having all the fun. Where's your lube?'
Buck finds the bottle in the sheets only shaking a little as he hands it over, pushing his boxers off at last; he's hard again, has been for a while, sticky with come from earlier and still leaking, dripping with it. Chloe strokes him, teasing, thumb sweeping over the head of his cock and making him whimper.
'Don't worry,' she says, eyes glinting, 'I got you. Hands and knees, babe,' and Buck heaves himself over.
She gets on her knees behind him, her touch soothing, hands on the small of his back as she leans down to kiss him between his shoulder blades, her hair tickling, trailing over his skin. Her fingers are slim, slippery with lube in the cleft of his ass as she pets at his hole, testing. It's been a while, with everything that's happened, and Buck hasn't been so bothered to play like this on his own. She goes pretty slow, letting him get used to the sensation, and Buck is sinking into it, relaxing, bright sparks of pleasure each time she brushes his prostate and then Eddie speaks.
'You can take more than that, can't you, Buck?'
He's watching them, watching Buck, from the foot of the bed and Buck can only just see him over his shoulder, Eddie's hand on his cock, stroking himself, not quite fully hard yet but getting there.
'Y-yeah. Yeah, I can,' Buck nods.
'Eager to please isn't he?' says Chloe as she pushes two fingers into his body, a greater stretch but still easy, firmer against his prostate now, making his cock kick where it's hanging heavy between his legs.
'Oh, always,' Eddie says, closer, the heat of him radiating, the mattress dipping as he moves and Chloe still pushing her fingers in and out, winding Buck up.
'Sorry we left you out before,' she says and Buck shakes his head, face smearing against the pillows, they can do what they like to him.
‘Not for long, though,’ Eddie says, quiet, almost to himself.
'Yeah, honey, you hear that? Eddie can't wait to fuck you,' says Chloe and Buck moans, overwhelmed as his arms give out, shoulders dropping to the bed.
'How do you want me to—?' says Eddie and it's obvious he's asking Chloe. It makes Buck's blood run even hotter, them talking about him like he's not there, deciding how to touch him. It was his idea, giving over the decision to Chloe but he likes it, his pleasure secondary to hers, to Eddie's, giving them what they want and need.
'Like how you fucked me,' she says and Buck isn't going to survive this, Eddie's strong hands on his flank, turning him on to his back, Eddie above him, about to be inside him, about to fuck him because someone else asked him to.
Chloe moves next to them, leaning over Buck to kiss him, closed mouthed and chaste, 'trust. This'll blow your mind.'
'Okay?' says Eddie, back between Buck's legs but still looking to Chloe.
'Okay,' she says, settling against the pillows, 'show me what you've got.'
Eddie puts his hands on Buck again, so gently, tenderly, and he was touching Buck before but it was mostly incidental. This purposeful touch might make Buck cry. He moves in closer, he has a hand on himself and he doesn't reach for another condom, his cock skating bare over Buck's hole, his balls, as Eddie takes them both in hand, stroking slow and measured.
'E-Eddie, if you—if you do that I'll come,' Buck stutters out, so close to the edge already.
'I want you to come,' says Eddie, his thumb rubbing under the head of Buck's dick, all devastating focus.
Buck shakes his head, 'not—not before—.'
He needs Eddie to fuck him, this far into it he can't not have that. Even if it’s just this once. Even if he learns the shape of Eddie under his hands, on purpose, and never gets to touch him again.
'Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you,' say Eddie, because he always knows what Buck needs, his hands on Buck's thighs, pushing them to his chest and Buck might have missed it in the overwhelm of sensation but he caught on it, Eddie's voice, low and so familiar, repeating in his head.
Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart.
Eddie tilts his hips and he's there, pushing inside, pitching forward over Buck and it's unbearable in it's fullness, completeness. Buck is stunned by it, burning, encompassing heat and Eddie the match, the propellant, the flame, Buck immolated from the very fact of having this. He never wants to let it go, hands sweeping down Eddie's back, pulling him closer, deeper and Eddie drops his weight to his forearms, fingers caught in Buck's hair, kissing him, wide open mouths and panted breaths.
They move, rocking one into the other and Buck is split open on Eddie's cock, clutching at his shoulders, Eddie unraveling too, the smooth confidence of him, the show of it, surrendered. His face is shining, his hair falling onto his forehead, cheeks rosy, everything to Buck and now this. Buck can feel himself fluttering and clenching around Eddie, on the brink as Eddie fucks him, thrusts into him fast and frantic.
They're sweating, it's dripping from Eddie's hair, the brine of him, gathering on his top lip, landing on Buck's cheeks, in Buck's mouth. It'll get in his eyes but he won't look away, unblinking, and Eddie's boundless gaze is caught on him as they both give into it. Eddie folds even further forward, a hand at Buck's jaw, thumb against his bottom lip, pulling him into a kiss, fierce and clinging and in the midst of it all he stiffens, the hot, wet pulse of him filling Buck up and Buck's cock shooting all over his belly, up to his chest, coming untouched again.
Eddie tips forward, face buried in Buck's neck and over Eddie's shoulder Buck can see Chloe watching them, a hand on her cunt, fingers wet and shining. Buck had pretty much forgotten she was there. She raises her eyebrows at him and everyone needs to stop looking at Buck like they know him, like they can see the truth of him so clearly.
Eddie starts to move, a strange hollow emptiness as he pulls out, and Buck is so not ready to be alone with him. He's not sure he'll ever be ready to face this. The rearrangement of everything he thought he understood.
'You can stay if you want? Sorry the spare room's not set up yet but the bed's big enough,' Buck says to Chloe, a deflection, 'not that—. If you'd wanted a spare room, for privacy or whatever.'
'I get you. Are you sure? 'Cause that would be such a help. It'd be a nightmare to get home this late. Don't worry I'll be out of your hair super early,' she says, finding her underwear in the mess of the sheets and pulling them on.
'-Course. We wouldn't just kick you out,' says Buck and he turns to Eddie who nods, something flat about his expression, but it's too late to do anything about it now.
*
Buck wakes up early to Chloe scooting down to the foot of the bed between them. He shifts, scrubbing at his face, and she glances back at him, shrugging in apology when she sees he's awake. He gave her one of his t-shirts to sleep in, hanging off her frame to mid thigh, and she's not at all bashful this time when she pulls it over her head and starts putting on her clothes. She sweeps her hair out from where it's caught in the back of her shirt, the dark wave of it shining even in the low light, and jerks her head towards the bedroom door. Beside him Eddie is still sleeping and Buck follows her out of the bedroom in silence.
She declines when he offers to make her a coffee, pulling out her phone to request an uber and sitting on the couch to put on her boots. It's always awkward in the morning after and he doesn't really know where to stand or what to do with his body.
'You guys make a cute couple,' she says, her eyes on the photo of the two of them with Chris.
Buck shakes his head, he can feel his cheeks getting warm, 'oh no, we're not together.'
'No, I know. Maybe you should be,' she has her shoes on now, standing up and checking her purse.
'Well I—. Eddie's—. We—.'
He had a lot of excuses before, in his own head, but none of them really seem to amount to anything now and he's not really trying to convince anyone except himself.
'Something to think about. Let me know if you guys ever want to do this again.'
That he's pretty sure he has an answer to although they did exchange numbers last night. He enjoyed himself and Chloe was fun but—, 'I don't think we do, no.'
'Yeah, I know that too,' she goes up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, 'thanks, Buck, I had a great time. Say bye to Eddie for me. See you around.'
He shows her out, standing in the doorway to watch her walk to her uber, idling on the street in the just past dawn light, pale pink and golden at the edges. Once she's safely in the car and pulling away he closes the door, half wondering if he can just get on with his day, leave Eddie to sleep and avoid the inevitable fallout. He goes to the kitchen. Opens and closes the fridge. Sets about making coffee, two mugs, sugar for Eddie, creamer for him.
In the bedroom, Eddie is awake and waiting for him.
Buck puts the mugs on the nightstand and climbs back into the bed. Eddie shifts closer so they're touching all down one side. Buck had put on a t-shirt and sweats because he runs cold, even with two other people in bed with him, but Eddie just went to sleep in his boxers, too hot as usual.
'Chloe thinks we'd make a cute couple,' Buck says to his hands, deliberately not looking over at Eddie.
'And you don't?' Eddie says and Buck can hear the smile in his voice even if he can't see it. The implication makes his heart race.
'You do?' Buck still can't look at him.
'Of course.'
He's surprised to discover that at some point Eddie has taken hold of his hand, which measured on the scale of last night is nothing but feels significant, his hands strong and elegant, long fingers wrapped around Buck's stubby ones. They've shaken hands before, to seal a deal, a dare, a bet. Eddie held his hand when he was dying. They've never held hands like this.
'I didn't know you were—,' Buck starts.
'Bisexual?'
Yeah, that too but—, 'in to me?'
It comes out like a question, raw and aching, in all it's middle school uncertainty, asking Eddie if he likes him likes him. Buck risks a glance and Eddie is looking at him with such tenderness. Of course Eddie likes him, but what Buck wants is so much more than that. What Buck wants looks like forever.
'Buck. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you,' says Eddie and it's a relief.
This thing Buck's carried inside for so long, unobserved, unearthed and hastily reburied, until now, 'I love you too.'
'Good,' says Eddie, 'I know.'
Buck takes it in, the rightness of it, and then the realization that when they tell people they'll have to—.
'Wait, so that threesome was what?'
Eddie laughs, shrugs, 'she came over and asked. She was hot and I've never had a threesome before. Figured if I'm trying new things I could tick that one off before I locked you down.'
'You say that like I'm a sure thing,' Buck pouts but he's not really offended, he likes that Eddie wants to keep him, just maybe the details they can keep between themselves. Well, themselves and Chloe.
'Aren't you?' Eddie's grinning, looking at Buck like he knows him, he does, so deeply and Buck’s no longer afraid to let him see.
He doesn't reply, putting his hands on Eddie without the fear he’ll have to let him go, kissing him down in to the sheets, eager for a repeat of last night. This time without the audience.