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"So which of you boys is going to buy me a drink?" Dixie drawls.
Buck and Eddie exchange glances and Eddie prepares himself to bow out and return to his hotel room, feeling disappointed - he could have sworn that he and Buck were having a moment, finally getting on the same page, but he's clearly misread the signals.
Buck smiles, standing up and removing the sparkly disco hat, "Actually, my partner and I were about to head back to our room. Early start and all."
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry I didn't realise that the two of you were…" Dixie gestures between the pair.
Buck seems to realise he's misspoken, "N-no. Not like - "
Eddie cuts him off, as he places a possessive hand on the curve of Buck's neck, running his thumb across the skin lightly, "We like to be discreet, firefighters and first responders like to gossip, you know."
Buck turns his head to look at Eddie incredulously as Dixie winks, "Don't mind me then. My lips are sealed."
"You enjoy the rest of your night Ma'am," Eddie dips his head towards Dixie, as he then guides Buck out of the bar. Buck is docile, obediently allowing Eddie to guide him with the hand on his neck while he contemplates the whole current situation, was Eddie just playing along so they could get out of the bar? Buck mentally shook himself, of course Eddie was playing along. Eddie is straight. Eddie is a renter. Eddie was not a possibility, no matter what Buck secretly hoped.
The hotel the pair had booked was a short walk from the bar they had just left, Eddie had let his hand drift to the small of Buck's back and was still guiding him along the sidewalk, nudging him to stop in a side alley as a large group of giggling, drunk women walked past, all wearing matching bright pink Stetsons and fringed jackets, taking up the entire path.
Buck looked down and realised his hat was still in his hands, he'd been absently turning it in them as he was lost in thought during the walk. Eddie was standing in front of Buck now, studying his face, trying to determine where Buck's thoughts were currently.
Buck makes a move to put the sparkly hat back on his head when Eddie puts a hand on it, stopping the motion - Buck looks up at Eddie in confusion, "Eddie, wha-"
Eddie interrupts Buck's words for the second time that night.
"You need a proper Stetson," Eddie takes his own off and places it on Buck's head, adjusting it slightly and stepping back minutely to admire his handiwork, "There. The colour suits you."
Buck's staring at him, jaw dropped, "Eddie…I may not have grown up in El Paso or Nashville but I did work on a ranch and I know what hat rules are…"
Eddie smirks, "That's good then, so I don't need to explain to you what this means, do I?"
"I mean…I didn't think so but now I'm not so sure," Buck furrows his brow in thought, maybe it means something different?
Eddie leans in to whisper, "It means exactly what you think it means."
Buck is in two minds, he wants to hope but he's also afraid to mess up, "For one night?"
"For every night, if you'll let me," Eddie replies, breath warm on Buck's lips.
"Eddie, please," Buck whispers breathily.
"Please what?"
"Please kiss me."
The words have barely left Buck's mouth when Eddie closes the minute gap between them, the kiss quickly heats up with the pair surging against each other, lips parting in an attempt to devour each other. A loud yell and laughter from down the street makes them spring apart, breathing heavily.
"Hotel?" asks Buck.
"Hotel," Eddie confirms.
Somehow, impossibly, they made it back to the hotel and to their floor without being arrested for public indecency or even losing a piece of clothing - Eddie's button up had a few more buttons undone than he started the night with and Buck's shirt was pulled out of his jeans, Eddie's Stetson still sitting on top of his head, while the disco monstrosity was being crushed in one of Buck's hands.
"Your room or mine?" Eddie pants out, wrestling with Buck's roaming hands to keep it PG rated even though the floor was devoid of any awake human presence.
Buck answers between kissing down Eddie's neck, unwilling to stop tasting him, committing everything to memory, "Have you got supplies?"
Eddie thought for a moment before shaking his head, "Some lube, maybe?"
Buck stopped kissing Eddie's neck, "I've got lube, but no condoms. I'm clean but there are other activities we can do if…"
"I'm clean, long as you are sure?" Eddie checks.
Buck nods, "Yes, so very sure. My room then."
Buck grasps Eddie's hand and tugs him along to his room, almost dropping the keycard in his haste to get inside as Eddie crowds him from behind adding to his urgency as he feels Eddie's hardness pressing against him.
The door barely closes before Eddie is upon him, pushing him against the door with a thump, kissing the life out of him or maybe breathing life into him because Buck feels almost electrified with need. Buck drops the disco hat in his hands to the floor along with his keycard so he can use both hands to caress and touch and grab at Eddie.
Eddie tosses the Stetson on top of Buck's head behind him, approximating where the bed is as he slides his hands over Buck's shoulders under his overshirt to remove it, Buck reluctantly pulling his hands away from Eddie's buttons to shrug it off quickly.
"Come on, come on," Buck mumbles against Eddie's lips as he fumbles with the last button on Eddie's shirt, desperate to touch the skin underneath that has featured in many a late night guilty fantasy.
Eddie chuckles and grips Buck's hands stilling their movements, "Let me."
He undoes the final button and steps back to pull it off, leaving him in a white singlet undershirt as he pulls Buck towards him by the belt loops of his jeans.
"What do you want to do?" he asks and then lightly bites the side of Buck's neck, drawing a moan from him.
"I wanna ride you, please let me ride you."
They quickly divest themselves of the remainder of their clothing, moving the short distance to the bed. While Buck makes a short detour to his toiletries bag, Eddie reclines on towards the head of the bed, using the pillows to prop himself up slightly, picking up the Stetson and putting it on the bedside table, watching Buck. Buck stands at the edge of the bed, eyes exploring every inch of Eddie's naked body with undisguised lust and awe. Eddie inwardly preens at the sight and lets his hand roam over his own chest slowly down to his cock, giving it a firm but slow pump and squeezing the base watching as Buck's eyes darken even further with lust, shooting up to meet Eddie's gaze.
Eddie cocks an eyebrow, "Gonna ride me cowboy?"
"Fuck yes, sir," Buck grins and climbing on the bed and straddling Eddie. Eddie sitting up and putting a hand on the back of Buck's neck to pull him into a kiss. Buck's hips shudder and he drags his cock over Eddie's abs as Eddie's erect cock rests against Buck's ass. Eddie squeezes his hip in warning and Buck lets out a small whine.
"Be good," Eddie's voice is husky from lust and he releases Buck's neck and hip to take the almost forgotten lube Buck was holding, liberally coating his fingers and reaching behind Buck to start teasing him open.
By the time he had two fingers in scissoring him open, stretching him in preparation, Buck is loosing his mind, hips stuttering, trying to both get more of Eddie's fingers and get some friction on his leaking cock - each time Buck had tried to touch himself, Eddie had pulled his fingers out, "You'll wait until I say you can touch."
"You're killing me Eddie," Buck groans.
"You want to ride yes?" Eddie asks, rubbing his fingers in a circular motion teasing but not breaching.
"Yes."
"Then you need to be patient and let me do this properly, no touching yet, okay?"
Buck nods.
"Verbal confirmation Buck," Eddie waits.
"Yes Eddie," Buck's voice breaks as he replies.
"Still alright?" Eddie checks in.
"Yes Eddie," Buck responds, "I'm good, just please - I'm stretched enough, I need you."
Eddie checks one final time before coating himself in lube, "One last thing."
Eddie reclines back and reaches for the abandoned Stetson, placing it on Buck's head with a cheeky grin and lays back down against the pillows.
"Let's go cowboy," Eddie rests his hands on Buck's thighs as he grins back and lifts himself up, teasing Eddie's cock as he lets it slide against him, catching his rim but not entering yet. Buck is transfixed by the intensity of Eddie's stare as they don't break eye contact.
"You have such gorgeous eyes - I love it when you look at me," Buck says breathily - a confession between them.
Eddie smiles but before he can say anything gasps as Buck steadies his cock by holding the base and slowly works in the tip, both men holding their breath as Buck pauses, getting used to the stretch before sliding down slowly in tiny increments until he is seated completely on Eddie, both men groaning - Buck at the fullness and Eddie at the warmth and compression.
Buck takes a moment before sliding slowly back up until only the tip remains and moves back slowly down again. Eddie forcing his hands to relax, spreading his fingers wide on Buck's thighs as he concentrates on not grabbing Buck's hips and slamming to completion. He wants to savour this feeling. As Buck seats himself again Eddie can't help but run his hands up Buck's thighs along his flank and up to his ribs before sweeping them across his lower back and down to squeeze his ass.
Buck jolts with the squeeze causing him to throw his head back.
"Fffuuuuck."
"Good boy. Show me what you can do."
Buck starts slowly, grinding forward and sliding back, bringing his arms up over his head to link his hands behind it. Eddie's eyes drinking in every inch as he flexes his hands in their position on Buck's hips, letting Buck set the pace as he increases the speed and breathing heavier from the exertion, letting out little whimpers and moans as his movements cause Eddie to brush over his prostate, just teasing enough to start building pleasure without being too much.
As Buck's whimpers get louder and his movements grow more erratic Eddie sits up wrapping an arm around Buck's back and using the other one for leverage behind him and thrusts his hips upwards while Buck desperately grinds down against him, but the angle is wrong, it's not enough.
"Eddie, Eddie. I want. I need."
"What do you need, my good boy?"
"Fuck me from behind, please," Buck begs.
"I got you," Eddie says soothingly and slowly pulls out, making both men hiss. Eddie tosses the Stetson towards the door and the pair exchange a kiss before they somewhat awkwardly manoeuvre around the bed. Eddie moves behind Buck both on their knees but as Buck moves to bend forward, Eddie wraps and arm from across his ribs and wraps his hand around the front of Buck's throat. Not squeezing, just resting.
"Oh fuck yes, Eddie," Buck pants, feeling impossibly even more turned on.
"Like this?" Eddie whispers in Buck's ear from behind, rutting up against him.
"Yes."
"Tap twice for me to let go, ok?"
"Yes, sir."
"Show me," demands Eddie.
Buck dutifully taps twice on Eddie's forearm and then holds onto it with both hands, spreading his knees and leaning back into Eddie's body. Eddie uses his free hand to guide his cock back into Buck, savouring the little breaths and noises Buck makes as he does so. He then grips Buck's hip and rolls his hips in a steady motion, not excruciatingly slow but also not fast. He can feel Buck's body twitching and aborted movements as Eddie holds him in place, chest to back and the physical exertion making the pair start to sweat, even with the controlled, slightly cool room temperature.
"Please Eddie, please Eddie, please Eddie," Buck chanted like a mantra, finding the rhythm frustratingly pleasant but still not enough.
"Please what baby," Eddie smirks not speeding up and not slowing down, just steadily rolling his hips.
"Faster, harder."
That was all the permission Eddie needed and he lets go of Buck's throat to push his face down into the bed, changing the angle and starts pounding with abandon.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck. So good, so fucking good."
"Yeah? You like that?"
"Fucking perfect Eddie. Don't stop. Fuck me."
"You gonna come for me?"
"Oh god, yes, yes I'm gonna come. Just there, that's, just there."
Sweat covers both men, making their bodies slippery and glistening in the low light.
"Fuck Eddie please. Please cum. Please, please, please. Cum in me."
"You first."
Buck comes hard with a wail, body stiffening, feeling the warm cum on the sheets underneath him, smearing across his stomach. The tightening of his body enough to make Eddie tumble over the edge into his own orgasm with a shout.
Eddie almost collapses on top of Buck but manages to hold himself up with wobbly arms as they both breathe heavily, as soon as Eddie catches his breath he presses his lips against the back of Buck's neck before pulling back with a slight wince.
"I'll just get a wet cloth to clean you up," he tells Buck softly and pads off to the bathroom as Buck hums in affirmation. Eddie takes his time to wipe Buck down and removes the messy top blanket to tuck Buck in.
Buck reaches out, "Stay."
Eddie climbs into the bed and pulls Buck close, "Always."