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Buck had always known that Eddie was strong.
He had back muscles for days, and huge fucking biceps that Buck had spent staring at more often than he cared to admit—something that manifested itself beyond physical looks and into the way Eddie was able to deadlift over 250 pounds, and carry heavy equipment, and pull people out of burning buildings with ease. Hell, Eddie could literally kill someone with just his fists!
This was different.
Knowing Eddie was strong and seeing it put on full display were two different things. Especially when strength was the entire point of this specific challenge.
“Wish me luck,” Eddie had said, laughing as they strapped him into the pulling harness hooked to the front of the truck. He was all confidence, relaxed as if he wasn’t about to pull a 30 tonne vehicle with his own damn body strength.
Buck sucked in a sharp breath, mind drifting towards less than holy thoughts before he remembered to reply. “Y-yeah! You’re gonna crush it, man,” he said, pitch far higher than he’d liked for it to be as he clapped Eddie on the back.
He can crush m—pull it together, Buck!
“Oh, I know I will,” Eddie replied. And maybe it wasn’t good for them to be too cocky, but Buck honestly had full confidence in Eddie, if the way they’d won most of the challenges was anything to go by. Still, a little good luck never hurt.
Off to the side, Ryan, one of Nashville’s firefighters who was also getting harnessed in, turned towards them and said something. A good dose of mild trash talk, probably, but Buck’s brain barely registered the words. Not when his attention kept drifting to the harness being tightened across Eddie’s chest and shoulders, the thick strap settling right over muscles Buck was already far too aware of.
“Give it your all, Strongman,” Buck flashed Eddie a toothy grin, trying his hardest to act normal and not like he was gnawing at the bars of his enclosure. “Remember to get low to the ground to maximize driving force—oh, and avoid jerky movements!” he added for good measure, spewing out the things he remembered from the night-long deep dive he did into previous Firefighter Games, figuring out strategies for each of the games because they were nothing if not competitive.
They didn’t fly here—with Buck’s crippling fear of flying—to lose, alright?
“What,” Eddie smirked, voice warm with amusement, “You think I can’t handle a little extra weight?” he chuckled, rolling his shoulders as another volunteer finished tightening the harness across his chest.
Buck huffed out a laugh despite himself, only for his breath to catch halfway through because Eddie chose that exact moment to lean forward slightly, testing the tension on the line. The movement made the straps pull taut over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms flexing in a way that Buck absolutely did not need to be noticing right now.
“I know you can,” Buck instinctively leaned in, hand on his belt, “But you’re gonna have to show everyone else what you’re capable of.”
Because Eddie was capable. So fucking capable. And Buck had thought—okay, fantasized—about it before, about just how capable Eddie would be in bed. About those hands all over him, about those strong fingers digging into his hips, about the way Eddie could probably pin him down without even trying.
“Mhm,” Eddie hummed, pleased with Buck’s answer. “Watch closely, then. Wouldn’t want you to miss it,” he winked—and Buck felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to his core. A strangled noise rose in his throat, threatening to escape, but then referee’s voice cut through just in time and Buck thanked the heavens.
With one last encouraging pat to Eddie’s back—because words were just not going to work out right now—Buck shuffled away and found a spot that gave him the best view, and it didn’t compare to the front row seats he’d gotten at any other event.
The referee blew the whistle, loud enough to echo through the arena, and it was at that moment that Buck realized he didn’t stand a chance. Not at competing, no. But at being completely and utterly normal about this.
Not that he’d ever been normal about Eddie, really.
See, the original plan was to hoot and holler and be Eddie’s biggest cheerleader—complete with his imaginary pom poms—just like he’d done in all the other games. But that plan completely flew out the window the second the truck actually started moving, because Eddie was actually, seriously moving a 30 tonne vehicle with his strength alone.
Holy fucking shit.
Buck was not going to survive this.
He stared, wide eyed, equal parts mesmerized and aroused as Eddie pulled the truck like it weighed nothing. From the stands, Buck could see the way Eddie maintained proper form, the way he leaned forward, all determination and concentration, the way his body handled impossible force like it was second nature. The crowd was a loud chorus of cheers and whistles and yells, but the only noise that Buck managed was an embarrassingly strangled one.
Buck’s stomach fluttered, heat pooling low and fast as he shifted in his seat, trying desperately not to make how turned on he was obvious. The best course of action would be to look away for the sake of both his dick and sanity, but he couldn’t find it in him to tear his eyes away. Not when Eddie was doing all that. And not when every logical thought had been replaced by a very unhelpful awareness of how ridiculously sexy Eddie looked hauling a literal fire truck.
The whole thing spanned happened in a matter of seconds, but every step forward Eddie took felt like it was happening in slow motion to Buck. He was hard. So turned on his vision nearly turned white he was scared he was going to pass out. All hot and bothered and helplessly distracted it had Buck desperately fighting the urge to come untouched in his pants.
His blue-screened brain only rebooted once Eddie passed the yellow ribbon with a loud holler of victory. Eddie’s eyes immediately searched for his, and Buck found himself grinning like an idiot as he endearingly lifted his arms in triumph.
It was another couple of minutes until Buck was able to reach Eddie, and in those painfully long moments, he tried to will his raging hard-on to go down. He thought about entirely non-sexual things, like dogs, and cold showers, and Chimney fucking Han, but it was to no avail.
Still, he met Eddie halfway in the middle, feet moving on their own accord until their fists bumped. Buck’s skin prickled at the contact. Eddie was panting hard, sweat beading on his forehead, damp shirt clinging to his skin, cheeks tinted a rosy hue as they always were. Buck was pretty sure his own cheeks were a deeper shade of red, though.
“You gonna congratulate me or just keep staring?” Eddie teased, amused, still riding the high of his victory.
“What you gonna do about it, hm?” Buck tried for normal. It came out higher than he meant, the words laced with something dangerously close to flirting.
Eddie licked his lips, his expression shifting ever so slightly, but Buck caught it. His gaze was… intense, eyes settling on Buck with a kind of focus that made the noise of the arena fade out completely. Intense in a way he’d seen in fragments before, but never like this.
Buck nearly jumped Eddie right there and then.
He was so utterly and absolutely fucked.
* * *
Buck couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how Eddie had pulled a whole goddamn vehicle with his body even as they hit the town later that night and celebrated with a bunch of other firefighters. Couldn’t stop thinking about it as they took shots, and line danced, and especially not when Eddie had found himself on a mechanical fucking bull and stayed on it far longer than anyone else had.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how strong Eddie was, and Buck so badly wanted to find out what that strength would feel like used on him.
See, Buck had always been the bigger, stronger one in his relationships, especially when he was dating women. That was just how it was. He was the big, strong firefighter, the one doing the lifting and the protecting. And it wasn’t like he’d ever minded that role. But dating men had… broadened his perspective a little.
As it turned out, Buck didn’t mind the idea of being the one getting manhandled every now and then. Being the one lifted instead of doing the lifting. Not at all, actually. And unfortunately for Buck’s sanity, Eddie had just dragged a fire truck across the ground like it was nothing.
So, God forbid he wanted his strong best friend to slam him into a couple walls. Or better yet, into the mattress.
In other words, Buck wanted Eddie to pin him down and fuck him hard. And he was going to make it happen. No more beating around the bush and playing cat and mouse. Tonight, he was going to confess his undying love for Eddie, and then have Eddie plow him into the mattress six ways to Sunday. Maybe not in that order. But he was determined.
Buck’s mind was already racing, the wheels turning in his brain as he schemed. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, maybe it wasn’t even the best plan in hindsight, but he had one. A simple, brilliant, and infuriatingly annoying plan. One that might very well end with him slammed into a wall—and hopefully the mattress, if he played his cards right.
So, he might have been a little too enthusiastic agreeing to Eddie’s suggestions of calling it a night and splitting with the other firefighters. But Buck didn’t care.
They’d decided to walk back to their hotel, just the perfect amount of tipsy to make the distance feel like it was nothing. Their shoulders kept bumping with every step they took, both smiling so wide their cheeks hurt.
At last, they made it to their room—shared, because the LAFD was generous but not that generous, and they figured one better hotel room was better than two shittier ones—and this was the exact moment Buck started to execute his great plan.
It started simple.
When they reached the door, Buck leaned casually against it instead of moving aside, blocking Eddie from opening it.
“Buck, c’mon.”
“What?” Buck said, all innocence.
Eddie huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head, but there was something underneath it that Buck couldn’t quite decipher as he reached past him to swipe the keycard. Buck, pointedly, did not move until the very last second, and even then it was slow.
“Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Or maybe the documentary you’ve been saving?” Eddie asked, kicking his shoes off and placing them neatly by the door. “It’s not too late, and we have the day off tomorrow.”
Buck, on the other hand, simply kicked his shoes off and left them exactly where they landed—right in the middle of the doorway. He was still smiling, cheeks a little warm from the drinks, from the night, from Eddie.
Eddie took one look at the mess that was Buck’s shoes, and sighed dramatically. “You’re gonna make me trip.”
“You’ll survive,” Buck flashed Eddie a crooked grin, glancing back over his shoulder, “C’mon, you can pull a 30 tonne truck but can’t handle a little trip?”
“Trust me,” Eddie said, amused, “I can handle whatever you throw at me.”
Naturally, that only spurred Buck on.
The laughter carried as Eddie nudged the shoes aside with his foot and headed further into the room, his movements easy and relaxed. Buck followed him in, a little loose-limbed himself.
His eyes tracked tracked Eddie’s movement, already planning his next move like they were playing a game a chess—so when Eddie headed toward the chair where his duffel was sitting, Buck very casually got there first, hovering right over the chair despite his own bag being in another chair entirely.
Eddie stopped a step away, placing his hands on his hips. “You’re in my way,” he said mildly, entirely unimpressed but not actually mad. At least, not yet.
“Am I?” Buck titled his head to the side, fighting a smile.
“I don’t know, are you?” Eddie raised an eyebrow.
“Hmm,” was all Buck said, not moving an inch.
Something flickered behind Eddie’s eyes, but it was quickly concealed with a huffed out laugh. Instead, Eddie’s voice came out steady, something in between a warning and a promise—“Buck.”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
“Standing,” Buck said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “in case it wasn’t obvious enough,” he added, unable to help himself and still resisting the urge to smirk when Eddie’s eyebrow twitched.
“Uh-huh.”
Eddie didn’t say anything else, just stared Buck down and waited until he moved on his own. Buck lasted all but one minute, deciding not to push too far yet—and also because Eddie’s gaze was intense, unwavering in a way that made him squirm a little.
Plastering an innocent smile on his face, Buck slid just barely to the side—slow enough to be annoying—swaying a little and clumsily bumping into Eddie as he reached for his duffel. Buck wished he’d put a little more force to it.
A minute later, Eddie headed toward the nightstand for the bottle of water sitting there. Only, Buck—like the little shit he was—darted in first and grabbed it.
Eddie laughed under his breath this time. “Unbelievable.”
Buck twisted the cap open and took a sip, eyes locking onto Eddie’s as he drank. And kept drinking. Slow, deliberate swallows, like he was making a point of it. Eddie didn’t look away.
By the time Buck lowered the bottle, there was barely any water left. Then, he held it out with a grin.
Wordlessly, Eddie grabbed it, gaze still fixed on him as he tipped it back and finished the rest in one go. Water slipped past his lips, a few droplets trailing down the side of his mouth and down his throat, and Buck felt his mouth go dry—suddenly parched again.
He crushed the empty bottle in his hand and Buck couldn’t help but follow the noise to see Eddie’s fingers flexing around the plastic. It shouldn’t be that hot—it was a flimsy plastic bottle that practically anyone could crush—but Buck found himself staring anyway.
Predicting Eddie’s next move was easier this time. Buck smoothly intercepted Eddie’s way to the trashcan, standing right in front of the trash with an unapologetic smile on his face. Only, this time, the look on Eddie’s face was no longer that controlled patience, but something sharper. Still not exactly annoyed, no. Just… a little bit predatory.
This time, Eddie didn’t wait for Buck to move on his own.
Buck barely had time to process the shift before Eddie stepped forward and planted both hands on his shoulders, firm and steady. Then, his brain short-circuited, because Eddie just… moved him out of the way with a controlled calm that had no reason being that hot.
It wasn’t rough or particularly forceful, but Eddie had done it with an ease that made Buck’s knees nearly buckle. Eddie simply moved him—and while it wasn’t necessarily difficult to because Buck’s feet seemed to move on their own accord—he still just… put him where he wanted him to be like Buck was just a particularly annoying obstacle he needed to move out of the way.
Eddie threw the bottle away like nothing happened, and when he turned back around, he had this almost sinister looking smile on his face. “I don’t know what games you think you’re playing here, Buck,” he said, narrowing his eyes slightly, “but if you think I can’t murder you in here and get away with it, you’d be sorely wrong.”
Buck, like the sick and twisted freak he was, simply grinned.
“I dunno,” Buck said, a teasing lilt in his voice, “but I think dragging the 6’2” dead body of your best friend down a hotel corridor is much more difficult than pulling a firetruck no matter how strong you are.”
“Keep testing your luck and I might just have to test that theory,” Eddie said with a nod of his head, still teasing, but voice a low drawl with unmistakable heat in it that made Buck want to see how far he could take this..
“That a promise?” Buck asked, stepping closer, tilting his chin up like he was daring Eddie to do something about it.
Eddie’s mouth curved slowly. “That a challenge?” he shot back, just as confident, chest squared like he was more than ready to take Buck up on it.
“Maybe,” Buck said slowly, licking his lips and testing the waters, “But I feel like there are… better ways to deal with it than murdering me, you know? Something that wouldn’t land you in jail, ‘cause I won’t even be there to bail you out.”
A beat passed, and Buck could see the second realization clicked.
“Oh?” Eddie said quietly, taking another step forward until Buck’s back nearly brushed the wall. “You wanna be a little more specific?”
For a second, neither of them moved, heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room. Eddie stared at him for a long beat, eyes swimming with a hunger that had Buck feeling more hopeful than ever.
And then Buck smiled, slow and deliberate. “Thought you might have some ideas.”
Something shifted in Eddie’s expression, quick and deliberate, like he’d come to a decision. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice low.
Then he grabbed Buck and shoved him back against the wall. Hard.
“Like this?”
Buck inhaled sharply, so dizzy with it he would’ve fallen to the ground if Eddie wasn’t holding him up. Then Buck, completely unable to help himself, let out a quiet, very satisfied, “See? Much easier than murder,” with the last of his working brain cells.
Eddie crowded right into his space, shoving a knee in between Buck’s legs and pressing right against him, and Buck just let him. Their mouths were so close, breaths mingling in hot, shaky exhales, but Eddie didn't kiss him. Not yet. Instead, he grabbed Buck’s wrists in one of his huge fucking hands and pinned them above his head in one swift and easy motion, body pressing in harder too. And Jesus fucking Christ, Buck was so turned on it hurt.
He was trapped, pinned right underneath Eddie’s strong, muscular body. And he was exactly where he wanted to be—everything he’d been craving ever since Eddie pulled that fucking firetruck.
Buck melted into it, pliable as putty, his body arching instinctively into Eddie's hold. He was so far gone already, lust thrumming hot and heavy in his blood he'd let Eddie do anything—everything. His hands flexed in Eddie’s grip, testing the hold on them only to be pleasantly surprised that he couldn’t move his hands without trying an awful lot harder.
“Debatable,” Eddie said with an almost predatory grin on his lips, his free hand sliding up to fist in Buck's shirt, yanking him forward just enough to crash their mouths together in a bruising kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, filthy and demanding, Eddie swallowing Buck's moan as his thigh flexed deliberately, grinding up against Buck's hardening cock.
Buck let out a choked whimper, his head tipping back against the wall with a thud while Eddie continued to shove his tongue down Buck’s throat until they were both breathless. Buck found himself rutting harder against Eddie’s thigh, unable to help it, the friction sending sparks through his veins.
With a grunt, Eddie broke the kiss, nipping sharply at Buck's lower lip before pulling back just enough to smirk. "You're such a brat," he said, but there was affection in it, warm and real, even as his grip tightened.
“And yet it worked,” Buck pointed out smugly, not even pretending to be sorry. “You gonna do something about it?”
Without warning, Eddie simply grabbed him and hauled him up, Buck’s feet leaving the floor before he could even process what was happening. Two strides later, Eddie was unceremoniously dumping him onto the bed, and Buck found himself laughing breathlessly with that giddy rush bubbling up in his chest.
He'd gotten exactly what he wanted, and Eddie knew it, the smug satisfaction mixed with the overwhelming need had him grinning stupidly up at the ceiling.
Eddie quickly pulled his shirt over his head and Buck did the same, movements all frantic as if they didn’t have all the time in world. They’d wasted enough time, though, and Buck really just wanted Eddie in him. Before Buck shoved his pants down as well, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom, tossing it onto the bed as Eddie shook his head with a fond roll of his eyes.
Finally, Buck kicked his pants off impatiently, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking. Eddie paused for a second—just a beat—to rake his eyes over Buck's body like he was memorizing every inch. They’d seen each other naked plenty of times, but never like this. Eddie shoved his pants down next and it was Buck’s turn to drool, unashamedly staring as Eddie smirked.
Buck didn’t have any time to marvel over the beauty of a naked Eddie, though, because he dove straight back in and shoved Buck flat onto his back with a palm to his chest. The mattress dipped under their weight, and Eddie was on him again, straddling his thighs, pinning him down with that effortless strength that made Buck gasp and shiver with want.
Eddie’s mouth latched onto his neck, sucking a deep red bruise that was sure to leave a mark. Buck squirmed, arching his back lifting his hips for any friction—but Eddie just held him down without even trying. "Eddie, please—" Buck whined, Eddie finally giving in and grinding his hips down hard against Buck's, their cocks sliding together in a slick, filthy drag that had Buck arching up with a desperate whimper.
"Mmm," Eddie hummed, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips, affectionate even as he leaned down to bite at Buck's collarbone, sucking another mark that would gladly take another hundred of. His free hand fumbled for the packets Buck had laid out earlier.
Buck's breath hitched as Eddie slicked his fingers. He didn't waste time but he was careful, always so damn careful Buck’s heart swelled—(and, well, he can admit his cock did the same). He nudged Buck's legs wider with his knee, settling between them, and pressed a finger against his hole, circling teasingly before pushing in slow, watching Buck's face the whole time. Buck gasped, his body clenching instinctively, but he relaxed into it, pliable under Eddie's hold.
"More," Buck begged, voice wrecked already, his hips rocking down greedily.
"Yeah?” Eddie murmured, free hand holding Buck’s hips down with that unyielding strength. “You want it just like this?" he added a second finger, scissoring them hard and fast in a way that burned in all the right ways, curling just right to hit that spot that made Buck's vision white out and keen.
Buck couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized as Eddie worked him open, his bicep flexing as his fingers thrust deeper and rougher, fucking into him in a way that reduce Buck into a whimpering mess. His cock throbbed against his stomach, precome smearing everywhere as Eddie added a third finger.
He couldn't wait any longer.
“Eddie, Eddie—fuck. Please. Fuck me, p-please,” Buck cried out, his hands gripping the sheets. Eddie chuckled low in his throat, finally pulling his fingers free with a filthy pop. He slicked himself up and Buck was practically drooling at the thought of Eddie’s thick cock ruining him.
Eddie flipped Buck onto his stomach with ease, one strong and muscular arm around his waist as he was turned over. Buck's face hit the pillows, ass in the air, and he moaned into the sheets as Eddie shoved his knees apart wider, pinning him down with a hand flat on his back.
“Don’t hold back,” Buck blurted.
In response, Eddie placed a gentle kiss on Buck’s spine, and he shivered at both the tenderness and anticipation. Eddie lined himself up, taking a moment, and then thrust in hard—one deep, unrelenting push that buried him to the hilt. Buck cried out, the stretch burning so fucking good, his hands fisting the sheets as Eddie set a brutal pace right from the start. Rough, hard snaps of his hips, skin slapping against skin, each one driving Buck further into the mattress, just as he’d craved.
The bed creaked under the sheer force of how truly hard Eddie was pounding into him, his grip bruising on Buck’s hips as Eddie held him steady and fucked into him, splitting Buck open on his thick cock.
"Fuck, Buck—you feel so fucking good, “Eddie groaned, leaning down to blanket Buck's back, his chest hot and solid against him. “Taking me so well, dios.” He nipped at Buck's ear, one hand sliding up to fist in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat to Eddie’s sharp canines. Buck cried out, the sting and the pleasure and Eddie all around him shooting straight to his cock and bringing him closer to the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes—’s so fucking good, Eddie,” Buck babbled, the hand in his hair pushing him down even harder, “Yours, Eddie, hard-harder.”
Eddie obliged with a growl, slamming in deeper, faster, the angle shifting to nail Buck's prostate on every thrust. Buck's whimpers turned to sobs of pleasure, his body shaking, cock trapped against the sheets and rutting desperately for friction. Eddie reached around, wrapping a strong hand around him, stroking rough and tight in time with his hips. "Come on, baby—come for me," he rasped, sounding equally fucked out.
It hit Buck instantly, white-hot pleasure crashing through him, his release spilling over Eddie's fingers as he clenched down hard. Eddie fucked him through it, thrusts turning erratic, and followed him right over with a low grunt, burying himself deep as he came, pulsing hot inside.
They collapsed together, Eddie careful not to fully crush him despite how welcome it’d be on Buck’s end. (Or, on second thought, maybe it wouldn’t be so sexy now that they’d both gotten it out of their system, but still.)
He pulled Buck close, pressing a tender kiss to Buck’s temple, both still panting and coming down from the high. "You good?" Eddie asked, voice rough but warm.
Buck grinned, completely and utterly wrecked, but also smug, sated, and far too satisfied for someone who’d orchestrated this whole thing. “Oh yeah, more than,” he turned his head and captured Eddie’s mouth in a lazy kiss, “That surely is ‘strength you can count on’,” he winked, and Eddie’s cheeks somehow flushed a deeper shade of red. “I woulda paid more than 25 hundred, for the record.”
“Really?” Eddie teased, “Because I wouldn’t have paid 8k for you.”
“Okay, rude,” Buck slapped Eddie’s arm lightly, “You know, maybe if you’d put ‘Can move a firetruck with his body’ on your slide, you would’ve gotten higher bids.”
“Mhm, from one mystery bidder named Evan Buckley,” Eddie smiled fondly. “That really did it for you, huh?”
Buck chuckled, not even remotely ashamed. “Well, you literally—hey wait! You ruined my bed!” he realized halfway through.
“You ruined your bed,” Eddie said matter-of-factly, a soft grin on his face, “But it’s a good thing we have a perfectly good and clean bed to sleep in—that is, if we don’t get kicked out because of a noise complaint.”
Well. Worth it.