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"I can't believe you lasted eight seconds."
Eddie watches the line of Buck's throat as he tilts his neck back and laughs, eyes bright and glittering. Yes, this was what he'd been after, when he'd invited Buck out that first night. This brightness, the light that always seems to spill from Buck the moment he walks into any room. It'd gone a little dim, in the last few days, what with the Buckley parents' divorce (which Eddie doesn't have a leg to stand on, but still resents them for) and the reminder of Bobby. Eddie had thought about suggesting that Christopher come with them to Nashville, even, just to try to bring it back. If it weren't for the fact that Christopher had a presentation due, he would've.
Still, this is good too-- Buck, beside Eddie, beers in their hands, knees nudging together. BuckandEddie, the way they are at their best, but a little different, too. The honky-tonk music, the cowboy hats, the-- well. The mechanical bull. Which Eddie might've made a mistake by mentioning.
Because Buck is peering at Eddie through the rim of his stupid disco cowboy hat, golden lashes over his eyes. "What," he says, a grinning note in his voice that is just one step to the left of familiar. "You don't think I could ride?"
And Eddie-- Eddie covers his reaction to that with a sip of his beer.
"It was...surprising," he admits. "Honestly, I thought you'd be thrown on your ass the second you got on."
"Hey, I have hidden depths," Buck tilts his head and smirks. "We had a weekly competition, back in Montana."
"Oh." the image of it rises in Eddie's mind: Buck, coltish and lean in his early twenties, long legs wrapped around the saddle of some dimly-lit mechanical bull. The way he would've swayed with it, the way this Buck did, hair flying loose from the pomade he used to use on his curls, a daredevil grin on his face. The years have changed him since then, physically and mentally, but Eddie had been on the receiving end of that grin tonight all the same.
Suddenly, Eddie feels a familiar itch under his skin, a need to run from whatever feeling is rushing through his blood. He downs the rest of his beer.
Buck, looking at him with smiling eyes, speaks first. "Hey," he says, loose and easy. "You were right. I did need to have a good time in Nashville."
Something is at the tip of Eddie's tongue, an offer he can't take back, a plea that's too real for the imaginary world that is Nashville. Instead, he catches sight of the blonde woman at the other end of the bar, looking at Buck like he's a a whole meal and dessert. It makes something churn in his stomach. He makes sure that Buck notices her too.
Buck glances at him like there's something he wants to say. Eddie pushes them into talking, leaving his hat on the bar table. The beautiful woman smiling at Buck takes her cue.
He waits until Buck is turned around and talking to her before he escapes the bar and has a minor panic attack.
There is a knock on his door at one in the morning, and Eddie doesn't want to open the door.
He does, anyways, and Buck sweeps into his room like he belongs there, brows furrowed and eyes intent. "Why did you leave me with her?"
"Uh," Eddie closes the door, walks into the hotel room. Buck is sitting on Eddie's bed, jeans and flannel, curls loose without the hat. "You seemed pretty happy being left, bud."
"You were--" Buck runs his fingers through his hair. "I wasn't imagining it. You were gonna say something."
Eddie doesn't panic. Eddie panics. "I wasn't."
"You were." Buck looks at him, and there's something in his expression that feels-- that's almost like he feels it too. "Eddie, what were you gonna say?"
Eddie laughs, and hopes that it doesn't come out choked. "It's nothing, Buck," he says, as loosely as he can. He feels naked beneath Buck's eyes, in his thin tank and shorts against Buck's outdoor clothing.
He makes a mistake, though, because he's too close to the bed. Too close to where Buck can reach out, and circle his wrist. He does. "It's not nothing," Buck says, sure.
It makes Eddie smile, a little. "It was just a joke," he says, knowing that he could've probably played it off if it weren't for how much he'd deflected beforehand. "About...how I could've shown you a good time. Or something."
"Okay."
Buck does not so much pull Eddie onto the bed as much as Eddie falls onto it in surprise, knee catching on the mattress, suddenly a little weak. He takes advantage of it, though, huffing out a laugh as Eddie half-falls on top of him, a knee beside Buck's thigh and the other leaning on the end of the bed, half standing, half straddling.
"What?" his voice sounds weak, feels weak coming out. Buck smiles up at him, something like awe in his expression, like he'd been trying to do a puzzle flipped over and suddenly someone came along and turned all the pieces, given him the picture of what he's been trying to put together.
"Okay," Buck repeats, smile growing wider, tugging Eddie more insistently, until they're almost chest to chest. "You can show me a good time."
"Buck--"
"Eddie," Buck breathes out, and pulls him down for a kiss.
Eddie had seen it coming, Buck had made no effort to hide the trajectory of his movements, but his mouth is startled and open over Buck's anyways. Buck laughs into the kiss once, a delightful noise that he breathes into Eddie, suffuses him with, before his hand is coming up to cup Eddie's jaw, the slide of their lips becoming something more practiced, more sure. Eddie kisses back, because this is where this was always going to go, wasn't it? This is what his treacherous mind had spent so long trying not to think of, what Buck had coaxed out of him in under an hour.
Buck's mouth tastes like stale beer, like the Nashville hot chicken that he'd had two bites of before sliding to Eddie. His tongue is warm, overwhelming as the rest of him, taking from Eddie with a gentle presumptuousness that Eddie allows, always, eager and moaning. He almost doesn't notice when Buck's other hand slides to his side, big palm spanning the small of his back, pulling him closer until they're truly flush, until Eddie can feel the way that Buck is growing harder under him.
He's getting hard, too, rocking down in small, instinctive motions that Buck always meets him halfway on. Noises are slipping from him that he didn't know he could make, something small and meant to be held by Buck, swallowed into his throat and placed in his chest where he keeps everything of Eddie's safe and tucked away.
"It didn't work," Buck murmurs, when he finally detaches himself from Eddie's lips to trail his mouth to Eddie's neck.
"Wh-"
"Your little plan-- to set me up with Dixie? It didn't work." Eddie tries to speak, but it comes out a warbled groan as Buck sinks his teeth into the side of Eddie's neck, high up enough that it almost reaches his jaw. It'll be impossible to hide, impossible to deny that this happened between them tonight. It should scare Eddie. It makes him shiver instead. Buck presses a soothing smile to the sting, the curve of his lips plush and slick. "I was thinking about you the entire time."
And, oh, Eddie can't help the way he trembles at that, the way his hands go from bracing on Buck's broad shoulders to holding his face, pulling him into a desperate kiss. They kiss and rock together, wanting but not quite frantic. Eddie's shorts are thinner than Buck's denim, and it almost hurts to frot against him. But Eddie wants it, wants everything Buck gives to him, wants to be broken open and remade into the shape that Buck sees him as, a better shape, a beautiful one.
Eddie gets so lost in it, in the slide of their lips and the pleasure-sting of their groins against each other, that he's genuinely taken off-guard when Buck's thighs tense beneath him. When, in a smooth motion, Buck flips them, so that Eddie is half-sprawled on the bed on his elbows, Buck braced on his thick thighs above him.
"You never answered my question," Buck says, sliding his flannel off his shoulders, revealing the white tank underneath. His arms look ridiculously huge, and Eddie can't help staring at the sweat glistening on top of them. Buck flashes white teeth, a smile that Eddie knows is dangerous.
"Your...question?" Eddie knows he sounds a little breathless, hands going up instinctively to wrap around Buck's hips, the layer of fat and muscle giving easily under his fingers. He feels kind of lightheaded.
He could swear that Buck's teeth sharpens: "You know," he says, rolling his hips and making Eddie's eyes roll back in his head. "About if you thought I could ride or not."
Eddie gapes at him. "Buck--" he says, and something about his expression must strike Buck, because his smile slips slightly.
"Unless it's-- we don't have to--" Buck's words are a little less confident, and it curls something in Eddie's stomach. He can't let that happen. He sits himself up, Buck's eyes going a little wide as he slides them both together. He presses a kiss to Buck's cupid's bow, his birthmark, his jaw. Fuck, he loves him, doesn't he? That's what this was. Eddie is so fucked.
He looks up at Buck, hoping and dreading what Buck will read from his gaze. "Well?" he says, a little too breathy. "Are you gonna show me or not, cowboy?"
Buck's expression breaks into a grin again, and he presses the joy of it on Eddie like the sweetest kind of brand. "That's not how the saying goes, Eddie," he murmurs into Eddie's ear, biting down at the lobe of it and making Eddie gasp. His hands reach down, moves Eddie's fingers until they're hooking into Buck's jeans. Eddie gets with the program, pushes the denim down with Buck's underwear, until they're dropping to the ground and Buck's cock is leaking big and messy between them, hard and glistening.
Eddie's mouth waters, and he swallows a little. Buck laughs as he settles himself in, takes his hands away to pull his tank over his head. The broad, golden whole of him makes Eddie's brain shut down a little, his eyes darting from the smattering of hair at his clavicle to the tattoos over and under his-- his tits, to the thick muscles twitching under Eddie's touch. He remembers, in a flash, hydrating at the games, forcing himself not to linger. Now, he lingers, taking in every dark line of ink, every curve of flesh, everything that makes Buck big and overwhelming and gorgeous.
Instinctively, he leans forward, takes one of the pebbled buds on those beautiful pecs into his lips. Buck moans above him, the sound trailing high and breathy. It trembles into a whine when Eddie flicks his tongue over the nipple, scrapes over it and laves it intently. It's addicting, having something of Buck's in his mouth. Eddie kind of wants to live here forever, the plush of Buck's pecs under his cheeks, Buck's nipple in his mouth, his stomach under Eddie's fingers.
"F- fuck, Eddie," Buck whines. One of his hands runs through Eddie's hair, pulling him closer. It's getting a little hard to breathe, but Eddie would trade breathing for Buck's tits any day. Eddie bites at his pecs, at his other nipple, burying himself in the vee between them. "God, yeah, mm, you're so-- that's so good, you're so -- fuck -- you're so fucking perfect for me--"
Eddie moans into him, rutting his still-clothed cock into the cleft of Buck's ass. Fuck, he could probably come like this, just from rutting like a wild thing into his best friend.
Buck laughs, a little warbling, and his thighs clench around Eddie's hips, stilling him. Eddie whines a little, bites more at Buck's pecs like he's trying to prove he deserves to come. "Let's -- fuck, Eddie -- let's get your clothes off, first."
He tugs at Eddie's tank, and it flies off somewhere, Eddie doesn't bother to check. He helps Buck with his shorts, the two of them pulling together at the cotton waistband until it pools at Eddie's feet, where he kicks them across the small space. Eddie can suddenly feel the air on his dick, the shock of it catching at Buck's own cock. It makes him moan, knocking his head into Buck's shoulder. Buck laughs, his fingers tugging his hair gently until they're looking at each other.
"Ready, cowboy?" he asks. Eddie nods.
Buck beams, then blinks. "Wait, I gotta--" Eddie looks as he suddenly slides off of Eddie's lap, the cool air an unwelcome replacement.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asks, looking down. Buck, rummaging through their pile of clothes, cheers slightly as he pulls out his wallet, opening it and pulling out a small packet, another foil container. "Oh my god, really?"
"A firefighter's always prepared, Eddie," Buck cheeses, so goofy that it makes something Eddie hadn't realized was wound up inside of him unwind. It's still them, even now, easy and laughing and fun. Eddie loves him, and it's not a weight, it's a bright, soaring thing, sun-warm from the glow of Buck's smile.
Buck slides back into his lap, the two of them groaning briefly at the way it nudges their cocks together, precome wetting both of them to make the motion smooth. He tears open the lube packet, pulling up Eddie's fingers to deposit the contents on them.
"Really?" Eddie asks.
Buck gives him a Look. "If I don't get those fingers of yours up my ass, I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life."
It makes Eddie laugh, and Buck laughs too, even as he nudges Eddie's hand to the cleft between his cheeks. Eddie presses a cautious finger at the puckered rim of him, and Buck sighs a little, smiling.
"You can come in," he teases, kissing Eddie's cheek. "That's kind of the point of the lube."
Eddie rolls his eyes fondly, but does as he says. It's easier than he'd thought it'd be, sliding a finger inside of Buck. The shock of heat once his fingers breaches the rim makes him moan a little, cock jumping as he imagines being wrapped in all that. Buck does most of the work for him, rocking into his fingers with a shivery little sigh, all smug satisfaction.
"Push a little more-- yes, and then, just, crook your finger a little, to the side-- ah--"
Buck suddenly jolts around him, a moan spilling out of him as he suddenly grinds down hard. Eddie, fascinated, crooks his finger again, throat dry and cock rock-hard as he watches Buck fuck himself on Eddie's finger.
"M- more, c'mon," Buck tells him. When Eddie takes a little too long to respond, Buck bites at Eddie's earlobe again, a little harder, sharp enough to hurt. Eddie groans, smearing their cocks together in sudden desperation as he listens to Buck.
The second finger is met with a little more resistance, but Buck keeps rocking into it, telling Eddie what to do. He tells Eddie when to add a third, how to stretch him out, rewarding him with bites and kisses when Eddie does a good job. By the time Buck is rolling the condom onto Eddie with slightly shaky fingers, Eddie isn't sure if he'll even make it fully inside of Buck without busting.
Still, Buck is looking at him with big blue eyes, and going: "I wanna ride you until I come. I want to come on just your cock. You have to sit still and wait for me, okay?"
And what is Eddie supposed to do about that, other than nod dumbly?
They both moan when Buck begins to sink himself on Eddie's dick, the stretch of him still tight around Eddie even after three fingers. Eddie's fingers clench on Buck's sides, helpless, as he tries so hard not to rut himself up, not to go too fast. Buck's arms are circled around Eddie's shoulders, his fingers pressing into the back of Eddie's neck. His nails are digging into Eddie, harder and harder, and Eddie wonders if he'll draw blood, hopes that he does.
Slowly, agonizingly, he sits on Eddie's lap. When his ass is pressed against Eddie's thighs, he bites his bottom lip, looks at Eddie in a way that makes a shiver go up his spine. Trouble, he thinks, all heat and love.
"Judge for yourself how well I ride," Buck tells him, and then he begins to rock his hips.
Eddie's mouth opens in a gasp, and Buck leans forward to swallow it. His thick waist clenches and twists under Eddie's fingers, The hot breadth of his thighs, keeping Eddie's legs locked as he rocks back and forth, up and down. Eddie thinks about watching Buck on the bull, the way he swayed into its movements, eyes bright and smirking, like he's taming a wild thing. Eddie feels like a wild thing now, beneath him, whining as he tries to keep still, Buck giving him the heat and give of his body without pause, without fail. Taming him.
Buck's nails draw down his back, stinging, and Eddie's fingers tighten around Buck's waist. They'll both leave marks, come morning. Buck swivels his hips, rocks them up and down, He braces himself on his haunches, leaving just Eddie's tip inside of him, and laughs at Eddie's whines before he spears himself down all at once, moaning as he rams Eddie's head into his prostate. His cock slides against Eddie's stomach, leaving sticky smears behind.
Eddie tries to shift, then forces himself still, just for Buck. "I'm--" he gasps. "Buck, please, I need--"
Buck kisses him. "I'm close too," he breathes into Eddie's mouth. "Just-- just wait a little--"
"I can't--" Eddie whines, and Bucks' fingers find their way back to his head, holding it still.
"Just a little more--" Buck's rhythm begins to falter, less finesse and more fucking himself as fast as possible, the friction exquisite. "Wait a little-- for me-- Eddie--"
He gasps, moans, and Eddie makes a sharp, helpless sound as he clenches hard around him, coming untouched all over his and Eddie's stomachs, long lines of come marking the both of them. The shock of feeling Buck's come on him -- on him! -- makes Eddie gasp, moan, come almost immediately afterwards. His hips rock with the aftershocks of it, Buck's thighs trembling and no longer able to hold him still.
They keep rocking into each other for a few long moments. Slowing, then stilling. Eventually, they come back to themselves, pressed against each other, sticky and sweaty and covered in bruises and marks.
Eddie looks at Buck, wondering, the buzzing beginning to build under his skin. He opens his mouth, but--
"So?" Buck smiles at him, breathless. There's something hesitant underneath the confidence, but he pushes through it anyways. For Eddie, Eddie realizes. "What's the verdict?"
The buzzing settles. Becomes words, roils up Eddie's throat without permission.
"I think I'm in love with you," Eddie blurts out.
Buck stares at him, startled, for a long moment. The hotel smells like generic detergent, like their sweat. He can feel Buck's teeth marks on his neck, and he can see bruises along Buck's pecs. There's no hiding this, no matter how much he wants to. He's starting to think that, in fact, he doesn't want to at all.
Then, Buck laughs, and the uncertainty all at once is spun into gold. Buck laughs, and kisses him, and Eddie is remade under his fingers into something beautiful. And perhaps Buck is remade a little too, into someone who can hold Eddie's face in his palms, who looks at him like he's realizing how much he doesn't want to look away.
"I'll take that as a ten out of ten, then," he grins, and Eddie, for the first time, is not scared at all.