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Eddie is in the locker room when Buck approaches him. Having changed out of his uniform, he takes a seat, lingering before he makes his way back. His mind is flipping through the takeout options that he can order for dinner that's not a) too greasy, b) something they've had three times in the past week and c) something that Chris would like with his developed palate now.

He rolls his eyes fondly at that thought. Chris has just gotten so used to all the homemade meals that Buck makes that it's tough to get him food that's on his level.

Even pizza. Buck had spoiled them really. No cupcakes are as fluffy as Buck's, no lasagna are as cheesy, no chilli chicken are as spicy.

If you ask Eddie the difference between the same food made by different people, he'd say they all taste the same. Food is food and he learned early on that you eat what you get or you're not eating at all. God, thanks Dad.

But everything Buck makes tastes so different, so special that he understands why Chris keeps trying to get Buck to stay and cook for them. If he is a braver man, he'll admit that he wants Buck to stay too.

Abuela will say that it's the love that Buck puts inside his food but he's not going to think about that. Nope, the words Buck and love must be so far separated in his mind. Not because he couldn't imagine being in love with Buck. It's because once he lets himself feel it, he'll walk through the rest of his life with a gaping wound in his chest of never having Buck the way he wants him. He'll never deserve Buck who is so golden and warm and is made of everything good in this world.

"Hey, Eddie," the said man clears his throat, making Eddie jump in his seat.

"Oh my god, Buck, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he twists around, hand clenching exaggeratedly over his heart. If he's trying to slow the beat of his heart that thunders in the vicinity of one Evan Buckley, that's between him and God.

"Sorry? You okay?"

Once he doesn't feel like he's going into cardiac arrest, he's able to clock in Buck's weird behavior. He's fidgety — the first red flag of the whole interaction.

Buck is normally confident in the way that Buck always is, oversharing every random detail that pops into his mind. He only gets this way whenever he's hesitant to talk about something very private or personal. He'd wring his hands together, those baby blues darting all around the room but never settling on Eddie.

"I'm fine but what about you?" A worried look flits over his face. "Is it Maddie?"

"No, no, she's fine. It's not Maddie. I-It's uh..." Buck hesitates, one foot inching back.

"Buck, whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

Eddie takes a step towards him but stops when Buck looks even more panicked now.

"No! It's not uh... anything serious," Buck raises his hands reassuringly although Eddie is finding that increasingly hard to believe. "It's just stupid."

Oh. That's another thing.

Other than it being something really bad happening, Buck's acting like this whenever he's worried of being too much or too dumb or too Buck.

Eddie will never say it out loud, if only because he respects Buck's decisions, but that's the first time he felt the urge to strangle Tommy. To death. Then somehow resuscitate him so Eddie can do it again. When Buck was telling him about the guy giving out free puns on the street and making his own, and Tommy, with his arm around Buck, had the fucking nerve to tell him that Eddie wouldn't want to hear about that.

Jokes on him because Eddie loves puns. 

He loves watching Buck snort in amusement when he lands one of the cringier ones more.

So. Buck is not stupid.

The statement is stupid in and of itself because he's legit one of the smartest people Eddie's known.

People have long debated about the book smart and street smart people. There's also music smart and linguistic smart and a myriad of other categories they box themselves into. But Buck is just smart. In a way that he knows people and knows situations. In a way that nobody ever gives him enough credit for, how his files away every bit of information and experience that later comes in handy. In the way how he can so easily read Eddie and understand him and provide for his every need without him having to ask for it.

His brain is just so cute and amazing that Eddie would kiss it if he can. Oh my God, he's in too deep isn't he?

"No, it's not stupid. Nothing about you is," Eddie tells him, and tells his brain to shut up and stop being horny for smart Buck. "You wanna tell me what 'it's' about?"

"It's.." Buck takes a deep breath, steeling himself before seemingly chickening out at the last second. "You know what? Never mind. It is embarrassing." He follows the momentum of that one foot, whipping around to presumably escape.

"Whoa! Don't run away." Grabbing Buck by the arm, he sits him down on the bench. "There's obviously something important enough that you came to me even though you seem completely freaked out by it." He gestures at the entirety of a 6'2" nervousness in front of him.

"I can't say it!"

"Okay, we'll talk this through." Eddie runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't know why this has become so important but anything to do with Buck is important. "You say it's stupid and embarrassing and you can't seem to talk about it."

Buck's 'yes' is muffled by his face in his hands.

"But we talk about everything. Like, there's nothing really that we don't tell each other. Because no more secrets and whatever."

"I'm serious about that, Eddie," Buck pipes up at that.

The secrets thing is non-negotiable. He doesn't want to walk into Eddie having a breakdown ever again. Or discovering his emotional affair with his dead wife's doppelganger. Once is enough to scare him for life.

"I know, Buck. I swear to never keep anything from you. Which..." he points at him "brings us closer to the problem here."

Buck groans. He really wants to do this but trying to bring it up is killing him.

"We do talk about everything but even then, there are some topics we don't touch." Hazel eyes widen when he reaches the conclusion. "So. This is either about love or Tommy in this scenario, or about sex."

One of those must be right because Buck stiffens up.

Eddie hates how that must be the thing Buck wants to ask him. There's a reason why they haven't talked much about either things and it's because something will mysteriously pop up soon after those topics were brought up, needing Eddie to rush somewhere else.

Don't blame him. He just can't bring himself to sit through another retelling of Buck's relationship. He will do it for Buck's sake, he will do anything for Buck, and watch his lips stretch into the biggest of grins even as his own heart is squeezing painfully in his chest. But Eddie knows there will be a point where he can't take it anymore.

He has had a panic attack before, when his heart is beating so hard in his chest but he can't breathe. It's not unlike that sensation at all. Buck will light up when talking about Tommy until his own heart starts to pound in a rhythm that feels a lot like heartbreak.

It's fast like the speed of Buck slipping away from him. It's hard like how the reality will crash into him once Buck starts to hit every milestone with Tommy. It echoes of loss, of an empty vessel drifting through the night, like how he'll be once his heart gets that he'll never have Buck.

But Buck is happy, he tells himself.

Both options are horrible but he had vowed to himself long ago that he'll be whatever that Buck needs and hopes it's enough.

"So it is one of the two. C'mon, Buck, we've gotten this far," he says, poking the other's foot with his shoe, plastering a teasing grin on his face. "Which is it?"

"The first one?" Buck winces. "But like, hear me out, kinda on the second one too."

"Okay." Eddie says decisively. He is not going to spiral. "What do you want to talk about? Is everything okay?"

"I wanted to ask for your help on something."

One of the words triggers a distant memory of his. Help. When he was facing... relationship difficulties with Marisol, Buck said he wished he could help.

Is this something similar? He stabs the hope in his chest before it can even flicker to life.

"Of course I would help you. Anything, really. You just have to say the word," he reassures Buck, moving to sit next to the other.

Buck turns to face Eddie, folding one leg on the bench so he can fully face him. "I know you would but it's just embarrassing."

At the raised eyebrow in his direction, he continues tentatively. "So, uh, there's this one thing I've been seeing online okay? It's wedding season now so I guess all of the brides and grooms are going for this — this thing. It's cool, you know, and I think it's something really special to gift your partner.

"Buck, you're rambling."

A hand lands on top of his, stilling his nervous spew of nonsense. But Eddie's smile is affectionate that he feels himself calming down. It's just Eddie.

"It's a boudoir photoshoot. I'm sure you've heard of it before..." Buck trails off at the confused look on Eddie's face. "Oh my god! Eddie, you don't know what's a boudoir?"

The tips of his ears flushes red. "Hey! How am I supposed to know?"

And just like that, they're back to Buck and Eddie, idiots extraordinaire. "How can you not know?"

"I don't read much like news or books or anything."

"Boudoir wouldn't be on the news!"

"I wouldn't know that!"

Buck bursts out laughing at the indignation on his face and soon enough, Eddie is chuckling along. He can't help but echo the tinkling laughters of Buck because every time it happens, some part of him comes alive.

"True enough, I guess. You're not even on any social media, old man."

"I was on Twitter."

"Yeah, as dispatch twitter update. You've probably never ventured to the dark side."

"... There's a dark side?"

Buck laughs disbelievingly, "You wouldn't believe it."

That's when it struck Buck that they're probably hurtling towards another technophobe shenanigans and he can't afford that now. "But! But, it's nothing really. Can I continue? I have this favor that I need."

Eddie files away the 'dark side' comment for later, as well as the need to check on Chris' online activities. He nods, signalling the other to start talking.

"So, a boudoir book, which is the wedding gift thing, is basically just a collection of photos given to someone's partner. Or they can make it for themselves. It's supposed to be, uh, you know, sexy, intimate or sensual type of thing."

His voice has petered down towards the end and Eddie finds himself swallowing nervously. For some reason, he can't breathe properly. "Like a photo album?"

"Yes, something like that. But sort of a 'for your eyes only' type of thing. For guys, it's a dudeoir but that name is really fucking funny."

Eddie coughs as Buck's debating the merits of boudoir against dudeoir. He's trying hard not to latch on the words that he says and matching it to Buck.

Buck, chest, thighs, hot, love, sexy, intimate, sensual. All words that he has decided should never be strung together.

"... so why can't it just be boudoir? It's feels sexy and I feel it, you know what I mean?"

"Yes, totally," Eddie rubs his palms on his jeans. He needs to distract himself before his traitorous mind conjures up Buck in those exacting image. "So which part do you need a favor for?"

"The photoshoot part. I need your help to take pictures of me."

Eddie's mind takes a minute to load. "Don't you have studios or photographers for this thing?"

"Technically yes. But a studio or a professional shoot feels so serious, you know?"

Eddie nods even though no, he doesn't.

"I wanted it to be a simple thing, not too much or too enthusiastic. Just something I can gift Tommy."

Fuck.

That guy is probably not worth the effort, he thinks bitterly. "Okay, so you need my help with taking pictures of you."

"Yes please? I need someone else to take pictures of me obviously. And you're good with photography, right? Lighting, composition, poses," Buck meets him with the full force of his fluttering lashes and pouty lips, and Eddie is already going to say yes damnit, but now he'll go over and beyond for Buck.

"Of course, I'll help. How do we do this?" It's just taking some shots of Buck. He can do that much, at least. Although the concept of it is throwing him in a loop."I'll borrow Adriana's camera."

"That's awesome. Great, so we can do it at the loft... maybe Friday? We have the day before off so I can clean up or prepare anything that I need to."

"Friday's great."

Eddie finds himself sweating with nervousness as he paces on front of Buck's place. He's certain that this will be the thing that kills him.

After getting home from their conversation, he had looked up boudoir to get inspirations for their shoots. The page of one photographer had just loaded when his mind bluescreeened.

A grayscale image of a woman in lingerie with her back to the camera, softly arched to highlight the curves of her body, filled his entire laptop screen. It wasn't the woman herself that made him choke on his saliva, it's the way his brain had immediately subbed Buck into the picture that did it.

"No, fuck this," he groans when it only brings back the image of Buck in white lace to the forefront of his mind.

He had banished the thought successfully with chants of 'He's your fucking best friend' and 'His boyfriend is Tommy', something that is guaranteed to work based on his experiences of lust-filled late nights. But as he scrolled through the website, Buck's face and body kept popping up into every single picture. He finally slammed the laptop shut when he reached the one where a man is kneeling on the floor, arms bashfully crossed between his thighs, head tilted to look up with the most innocent expression. God, it made him want to ruin Buck.

Eddie bangs his head against the door for good measure. Stupid, horny idiot.

That's what he is. A better man wouldn't have tentatively opened his laptop back to look through more pictures. A better man wouldn't have imagined his best friend in those poses and pictured more of them. A better man definitely wouldn't have touched himself to those exact images.

"Uh, Eddie? Didn't bring your keys?" The door swings right open, making him stumble, barely able to catch himself in time. Buck has his eyebrows scrunched in a confusion even as he waves Eddie in.

Eddie winces at how his brain must be absolutely scrambled that he didn't even think that of course Buck can hear him thunking his head on the door. "Nope, I must have misplaced them somewhere," he shrugs nonchalantly.

"And you decided to knock with your head?" Buck laughs, the familiar sound easing a knot in Eddie's stomach. "Did you develop an aversion to good ole' doorbells after your technophobia?"

"Ha, ha, very funny," Eddie hip checks him as he moves towards the living room area. It's weirdly clean, almost clinical in the way the place is devoid of anything homely. Not that Buck's loft was ever that welcoming if his opinion matters. Buck looks better in his house anyway. He sets his bag on the coffee table, "Are we doing it here or the bedroom?"

"Both. I thought it'd be better to have several variations."

"True, maybe somewhere closer to the balcony. You have amazing lighting over here."

Buck rubs his hands together, nodding at the suggestion. He have to admit that he's way out of his league here but Eddie's got the technicalities covered. That's one box checked.

He grabs a beer for them while Eddie fiddles with the camera.

"Ok, we'll start with a couple of shots first, alright?" Eddie asks in between sips of his beer.

"Cool."

He chokes on the next swallow when Buck pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion. "Wha- Buck!" he coughs when the drink went down the wrong path, hitting his chest as he tries to wordlessly signal Buck to put his shirt back on. It's not like he hasn't seen Buck shirtless before, in fact, he's seen him in various state of undress more times than he can count. But with the lingering images of the website and the knowledge of what he's about to witness, he needs more time to adjust his stupid brain.

Buck hurries over to Eddie, rubbing his back with soothing motions and frowning when he coughs harder at the touch. "Eddie, are you okay? We can postpone this if you're not feeling well."

Eddie berates himself. He cannot live through the agony of Buck in those movements haunting his nights again. "I'm fine," he clears his throat before pushing at the other, "but you need to put on your shirt."

Buck frowns, glancing down at the fabric bunched in his hand, "I thought we're starting?"

Eddie wracks his brain for an excuse and finally settled on something plausible, "I did some research and some websites say that we can start fully clothed and work ourselves through it. It's more comfortable especially for first timers."

"That makes sense, yeah," Buck shrugs his shirt back on and Eddie can breathe again. "I was feeling a bit awkward with the whole" - he gestures vaguely - "getting half naked in front of you."

Eddie snorts, going for nonchalant as he directs Buck. So it's fine for him to get naked with 'Tommy' and not *Eddie*? "I'm sure we've seen each other in worse states. You can go closer to the left... a little more and... okay, stop."

It takes some reassuring that no, he doesn't need to change, yes, threadbare his shirt looks good enough, and yes, even the gray sweatpants are fine, before they can actually start. The good thing about his doomscrolling and horny thoughts is that he now has an endless storage of ideas for Buck. Guiding him through each pose is another matter.

"I look weird," Buck whines, refusing to relax.

His body is stiff, looking more like a hostage than he's actually feeling it. An apt description of his relationship with Tommy.

"You don't. You look amazing actually." It's really saying something about Buck's state of mind when even praises don't work to settle him. "Just lean back, let the wall support your weight, prop up up left foot."

They try it for a few moments before Eddie puts down his camera. "Okay, we're trying something else."

He tugs Buck towards the kitchen. A quick sweep of the area helps him picture Buck in the space and they move towards the kitchen island. Tugging some stools aside, he nudges Buck against it and tells him to lean back. Theoretically, it should be easier to relax if he's not standing so rigidly.

"Please don't hate me," Buck groans, self aware that his line of body is still too stiff. "Maybe this is a bad idea."

"Nope," Eddie responds. "You are not giving up now. C'mon, I'll help."

He swears that he's just helping when he crowds Buck against the counter, his hand landing on Buck's chest to push him firmly until he splays his elbows out on the counter, stopping himself from being pushed flat on the surface. It puts him where Eddie wants him — purely in the artistical sense — and Eddie has to ignore how that position pushes their crotches right up each other's. This is for the photoshoot.

Buck draws in a sharp breath when Eddie grabs his hips next, pulling his legs forward from where they were rigidly vertical, tutting softly at the suddenly tense body. "You're not supposed to tense up more, buddy." He has to pivot to teasing lines because the position he puts them in is anything but friendly.

He steps back, tugging Buck's legs into a more relaxed spread. Buck is really quiet but he's staring up at Eddie beneath those fluttering lashes and he — he looks beautiful.

"That's it," Eddie says, moving back to get the shots.

It feels safer behind the camera because he's not in danger of accidentally kissing Buck like how he desperately wants to.

Somehow Buck is more relaxed, his expression less guarded, lazily grinning at Eddie. He looks so soft that these kind of pictures are less sexy but still as intimate.

He looks like what Eddie imagines him to be, sleepy weekends, stumbling into the kitchen to find Buck preparing breakfast, the sound of him and Chris chattering rousing him from his sleep. How at home he looks before Eddie buries his face in his neck, smelling everything that's only Buck and he'll know that he's home.

Satisfied with the product, he gives a thumbs up, grinning unfeelingly as he dispels the fantasies.

"Okay?" Buck asks, perking up.

"Yup, these are great. Next ones."

Taking pictures of Buck in the kitchen somehow calms down the rush of his blood and yet makes his heart clench harder. There's something about Buck in the domestic light that makes Eddie hot with the urge to kiss him and hold him and tells him he's perfect.

He goes to manhandle Buck into the next pose and tries not to think too hard when he turns the other around — he's just helping — don't think about bending him over!

It's perfectly normal- Buck needs ideas anyways- fuck, his pert little ass looks good.

His stupidly long legs and low counter makes it so that when Buck leans down, his ass is pushed up into two perfectly shaped cute curves. Eddie nearly cries with the pain of suppressing the urge to squeeze.

He must've spent too long staring because Buck turns his head. "Eddie? Is this okay?" He's so adorably confused that Eddie feels so dirty lusting over his best friend.

An apology is on the tip of his tongue when Buck continues, "Should I lean further?" That's all the warning he gets before Buck shuffles his feet closer to the table, — don't look at his shaking ass for fuck's sake! — bracing himself on his forearms before arching his back slightly. "Good?" Buck asks, pretty eyes wide and questioning, the perfect picture of innocence, and Eddie hates himself for tainting that image.

Yeah, good — the best, in fact. "Yeah, that's good." His voice is rough as he instructs the other. "Look here."

He takes a few more shots, using a wider array of angles, — yes, the low one is necessary, thank you very much — before stepping round the counter.

The final few are from the front. Eddie would like it to go on record that he stared respectfully at how Buck's forearms pushed his chest together. Fuck, how does he have cleavage?! He's fully clothed — they look huge, damn. He can just sli—

"Okay! We're done here," Eddie announces, maybe a little too loudly to mask the flush in his cheeks.

Buck immediately gets up, making grabby hands for the camera.

"You sure he will like these?" Buck asks, scrolling through gallery with a critical eye. He looks to Eddie for reassurance and Eddie must go seek help for how it makes his heart beat faster. "I don't even look... sexy, I guess."

Eddie gapes at him in disbelief. Does he not know how even just looking at him doing nothing can have Eddie salivating?

"Yes, anyone with half a mind will go crazy over these."

"Really?"

He can't decipher the meaning behind his question — there's probably no hidden meaning — so he motions to Buck. "Yup. Now, we can move on to the other ones."

The other tugs on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up halfway through his torso, when Eddie stops him. "Hold that. Wait, wait, don't lower your shirt back, just hold it."

The slight arch of his back, the flex of his muscles, his arms looking huge and fucking biteable, the wispy hairs trailing down his belly, the plushness of his stomach － Eddie just has to eternalize it.

His finger clicks, getting his shots, plus some with Buck's fingers hooked into the elastic of his waistband. All the while Eddie berates himself because how the hell did it take him so long to figure out he's gay when he's actually lusting at every single part of Buck's body.

Then, Buck fully strips off his shirt and fidgets, seemingly nervous about something. It must be the almost naked part. Eddie tries to make it easier for him. "Hey, you okay? We can do shirtless first and then only without the pants."

"No, no. I can do this," Buck says with conviction, more to himself than Eddie. Eddie is no liar so he's fully honest with how he hates Tommy so much in this moment. How is the troll worth this much effort on Buck's part.

Eddie turns around to give him privacy — and to calm down his own stupid physiology, taking a swig of his beer between the telltale whoosh of a fabric being rustled and thrown across the floor.

He's so damn glad he put the beer bottle down before turning around because he surely would drop it like an idiot and they'll have to wrap up early.

As it stands, Eddie only managed to choke, trip over his own feet and bang into the closest wall. In that order.

"Ow! Fuck!" he curses, cupping his surely bruising shoulder.

"Eddie?!" Buck rushes over and Eddie snaps his eyes shut before he does something like throw himself off the balcony.

Stupid fucking Tommy. This is all his fault. Why him though? Why not me?

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he assures Buck. His hand gives one hard squeeze on that shoulder, using the pain to ground him. "Sorry. I didn't get enough rest so I'm a little disoriented."

Buck nods worriedly. "You sure we can continue?"

"Totally," Eddie nods. Bracing himself for the view only blessed to the best if angels, that Eddie will always be undeserving of, his eyes squint open.

There Buck is. Way too close because Eddie can feel the heat of him, his hand gingerly holding onto Eddie's elbow.

All he can think of however is the... panties that Buck's wearing.

They're maroon, maybe a shade lighter, with matching mesh stockings, connected by garters topped with tiny bows. The part that specifically drives Eddie crazy is the garter belt with a lace top over it — almost like a little skirt. It's a contrast, the cutesy elements marring with the fact that it's Buck and he's wearing lingerie and it's looks so... deliciously wrong that Eddie wants to fuck him in them.

"Nice pick," he says and immediately wants to smack the stupid out of himself.

At least it makes Buck grin proudly. "Yeah, I put a lot of thought into what he'd like." He's staring intensely at Eddie like he's trying to get a read but Eddie doesn't see that over the sudden rush of cold water over him. Yeah, obviously Buck is gonna think about Tommy and his likes.

Although if he knows Tommy that well, he should know the dry ass garden rake only likes the neutral color palettes that screams I'm allergic to fun.

"Okay, yeah. That's the idea, right?" Eddie quirks a stale smile back, tugging him rapidly through the space. "Now, maybe we'll get some shots here. It's sensual and we still get that good light."

He misses all the looks that Buck are sending him.

"Wait here," Eddie calls back as he goes to drag one of the bar chairs over. He successfully ignored his stirring cock as they progress through the shoot. They work through a few more poses, Buck getting more relaxed as time passes by whereas Eddie gets increasingly religious — he doesn't think he's prayed this much before.

When they started, Buck was shy, looking anywhere but at the camera. It gave him a sweet, demure look, even as he was bent over the kitchen counter. But now, it's as if something had stripped away his restraints, growing bolder as he directs those bedroom eyes at the camera.

Eddie scratches desperately at the back of his neck, sending another quick prayer. It's hot in here, he thinks hysterically. He knows that it's just for the pictures. Buck is only trying to channel seductive minx and it's working, yeah. The problem is that Eddie Diaz is on the other end of the camera. Through the lens, Buck looks like temptation itself, fluttering eyelashes above sultry come fuck me eyes, parting his plush lips, the camera picking up the glisten of his lips where his tongue darts out to lick them.

In his hopeless endeavor to avoid looking at the bottom half of Buck's body, Eddie subjected himself to the worst of torture.

"Okay, good. Let's do something else," he needs a break. He'll go crazy at this point.

"Sure, how do you want me?" Buck asks eagerly as if he wasn't just lewdly eyefucking the camera.

The whiplash is making Eddie grow increasingly... desperate. To have him. In all the ways he can. Fuck.

His mind is blanking other than imagining the other positions he'd want to see Buck in.

Like a glitching screen, one image won't leave — because Buck insisted so many times that he had it practiced and 'I do look good doing it guys!'

From that one Taylor performance that he keeps watching. "Flip the chair around," Eddie says. I am not a bad person who's living out his fantasies. "Yeah, like that."

Buck gets it instantaneously, beaming at him as he easily swings his legs over the chair, spreading his legs way farther than necessary. Eddie's eyes catch onto how the movement cause his garter top to fold. "You—" Eddie clears his throat. "Your skirt thing is flipped."

"Oh yeah, oops."

But he doesn't move to right it.

"You-" Eddie's voice is strangled.

When he's moments away from losing it, Buck seems to be testing his patience, intent to push him over the limit. He steps forward slowly, hoping that maybe the other will move first. But he doesn't so Eddie's fingers tentatively brushes across the hem. It's like all the air is sucked out of the room, heavy silence settling over them as his fingers grab the edge.

He tugs it down quickly but before he can run away, Buck circles his wrist. "Fix the placement, Eddie. I gotta look pretty," he whines. If Eddie doesn't know better, he'd say the other's airy voice is edging on flirty.

As it is, he holds his breath as his fingers run across the whole thing, laying it properly over Buck, focused on not brushing against places he shouldn't, smoothing the fabric over his thighs. Buck's thighs are slightly trembling underneath his ministrations so he ends it quickly. He doesn't want to make him uncomfortable. Eddie pulls back and the tension breaks.

Buck goes through a few poses there and Eddie sweats behind the lens. There's absolutely no reason for him to lean down, bracing his arms on the back of the chair so he can push his tits together. Good God, he's gorgeous.

"I saw that a lot of boudoir does floor shots too. So maybe we can try that," Eddie suggests, whipping around to contemplate the area after he takes some pictures of that. He cannot linger lest Buck notices his rapidly hardening cock.

"Exactly," Buck's voice comes right by his ear, making Eddie yelp, spinning to stare murderously at his innocent grin. "Do you want me to kneel?"
Eddie's mouth falls agape at the question. "Wh- what?"

"For the picture. Do you want me to kneel?"

Yeah. That. "Y-yeah," he gestures Buck to do it but the other doesn't move. "Buck?"

"Hmmm?" The other tilts his head questioningly. Eddie can't accuse him of anything but it suspiciously feels like... he's missing something. "What?"

He's not annoyed, per se. The thrumming in his veins is fueled by the cheeky tilt to Buck's lips, the way he flutters his eyelashes. The flip between innocent Buck and seductive Buck is his last straw.

"Kneel, Buck," his voices comes out rougher than he expects. It works though as he watches Buck melt, sighing a small 'yes, Eddie' before he drops to his knees.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eddie tries not to think to much as he grabs his camera, clenching his fingers to control the heat simmering in his guts. "Okay, now arch your back," he says as he moves behind Buck.

"How?" Buck asks. He sounds so unsure but Eddie knows him. Knows that lilt of his voice means he's playing a game. Eddie has to resist the urge to rip his hair out in frustration. That or he will actually lose control.

Dropping to his knees himself, he shuffles closer, putting his hands on Buck's waist. The skin on skin contact is sending the wrong signals to a very eager part of him. Stay down.

"Just arch it like this," he instructs, thumbs spanning across his back, applying the slightest bit of pressure and making Buck follow through. "That's it, good boy." He doesn't know why the praise slips out. But it's worth crossing the line for because Buck's head tilts back, sighing softly as he bares the enticing column of his neck to Eddie.

"Okay, got it. What else?" He turns to look at Eddie.

He has to swallow around his suddenly dry throat at the sight of Buck's dilating pupils, a hazy, relaxed look in his easy smile.

The same vices that spur his hand to leave the beautiful curve of Buck's waist, only to trail around his front, finding it's new home on his inner thigh. High enough that it's not in any way innocent. High enough to feel the brush of the lace on his thumb.

Eddie's masking his gasp on a bitten lower lip so the breathy sound must be coming from the other. His thighs clench imperceptibly around Eddie's hand and his has a brief moment of wondering if he died and gone to heaven because he can feel the heat — fuck, he's so hot — of Buck around him.

"Keep them spread," he orders, braving himself before exerting pressure, feeling something hot and possessive shoots down his spine as those thick thighs spread apart, inch by inch. His cock is pressed painfully against his jeans, fully on board with the proceedings.

Buck clocks in that the pose accentuates his ass. "Okay," he whispers, exaggerating his arch and spreading his thighs obscenely wide so his ass is pushed back and fuck —
Eddie flinches when Buck brushes against him. He scoots back before Buck can realise that Eddie is definitely too... invested in this.

"Okay, okay, that's good. Hold the pose," he instructs before Buck can turn, taking the opportunity to think about dead cats and moldy walls.

It's easier to focus on getting the shots of Buck when he's chanting the names of the presidents. Nothing as unsexy as old decrepit men.

Chanting which rises in tempo and he's doing it in reverse once he turns to Buck's front to get some other angles. "Dios," he groans under his breath when it's not enough to distract him from eyeing the way Buck's posture pushes his tits out, salivating at the hard nubs perking in the cool air. Or how Buck is chubbing up in his panties, his bulge lewdly pushing up against the lace.

"Is everything okay?" Buck asks, squinting at him. Eddie startles when he's caught staring for too long.

"Yeah, totally. You can move your arms, whatever's comfortable," Eddie is not a good man. Not when he uses the shield of the camera to discreetly thirst over his best friend. If he happens to take some close up pictures of specific parts, that's his dedication for boudoir.

Once Eddie gives the affirmative that he's done, Buck's getting up from the ground. "Um... Eddie?" he sounds hesitant, pulling his attention away from flipping through the pictures.

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

"I know we haven't done a lot today but do you mind if we continue some other time?"

...Shit.

Buck noticed, didn't he? Eddie internally yells himself. You're an idiot.

He knew that Buck would notice. It's one of those random facts that he always spews — you can sense someone staring, something somethin psychic staring effect.

How the hell did he think Buck would miss the way he was blatantly ogling him. He feels dread curl in his stomach. He knows the other will be nice and pretend to not notice, but Buck must be so uncomfortable that he finally spoke up and essentially kicked Eddie out.

"Yeah- Yeah. Sure, we can. Just let me know when. In the meantime, I will," he lifts the camera and waves it, "sort through these, pick the best ones, edit some." He's rambling but he doesn't know how to apologize. Sorry for being a horny guy with no self restraint? Please let me take more pictures of you?

He won't be surprised if the other doesn't call him back.

"Okay, that's great. Thanks," Buck says, already halfway through ushering Eddie towards the door.

Wow, he really can't wait to get rid of me. Eddie tries to not let it hurt, smiling back at Buck as he steps out. At the click of the door behind him, the smile drops.

He wonders how much did he fuck this one up.

The moment the lock slides into place, Buck is running through his apartment, careful to not make too much noise in case Eddie can still hear him. He definitely does not want Eddie to hear as he bounds up the steps, flinging himself on his bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moves to grab his cock but immediately slams his hand back down. Nope, he doesn't want to rush this.

Buck closes his eyes, counting to ten to calm himself somewhat. He's been half hard since he put on the get-up. The lingerie that he bought while thinking of Eddie.

It's not on purpose he swears. After Eddie agreed to do it, he went out to buy the lingerie, not wanting to waste his money in case the photoshoot was a no go. So he walked into the shop thinking of Eddie and as he scanned over the selection, all he could think about was Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Will Eddie like the blue or the black one better? Does Eddie have a preference for garters? Will Eddie want him in a bra or not?

His head was swimming with thoughts of the other when he ran his hands over the soft fabric, the teasing lightness making goosebumps rise over his skin.

One black underwear caught his attention, made of full lace fabric with thigh garters instead. "What have we got here?" He imagined Eddie saying, walking around to get a better view of it. "Fuck, you're look so good. Did you wear this for me?" Heat curled in him as he imagined Eddie tracing the lace slowly, grinning as Buck trembled in anticipation, wanting a reward because he was good. He wore it only for Eddie.

Then Buck had picked up the red one. The moment it settled on him, he clenched his thighs together, already imaging Eddie desperately grabbing him, kissing him with barely held need as his hands tore into the flimsy fabric. "Fuck, you're just begging for it, aren't you? My pretty little slut. Don't worry, I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk for days."

Buck whines, hands twisting in the sheets. He had so many fantasies. He was half hard from the moment he put on the panties this morning, the soft fabric teasing his sensitive freshly shaved skin. What? He committed to the bit.

Unclenching one hand, he gingerly traces a path down his stomach, the touch zapping electricity through his system. Eddie touched him, held him by the waist. Buck can still feel the heat of his thumbs pressing against his back and fuck- Eddie's hands are so huge. His looks small in comparison.

"Eddie, please," he screws his eyes shut as his hand moves past his length, ignoring it in favor of settling on his inner thigh. He keeps his touches featherlight, teasing the sensitive skin, still warm from the imprint of Eddie's touch. "Please, please, please," he whines.

Eddie held him here, his thumb definitely brushing Buck's cock. The memory makes the said length throb.

Will Eddie tease? Maybe. Buck wants him to. He knows he's overthinking this and there's no way that Eddie wanted him but he still flushes, recalling the way those dark hazel eyes roamed over his body. It made him feel... sexy. Sexy enough to practically beg for Eddie's cock like a slut, playing it up for the camera, wishing Eddie will put it down and fuck him instead. "Touch me, c'mon."

He runs his fingers over and over again on that area and thighs aren't his erogenous zone but he feels the heat in his belly curling higher and higher. "I am touching you," Eddie says, brushing his finger across Buck's thigh, one swipe pressing up into his perineum, his canines peeking out in a predatory grin when it makes Buck shiver. "Tell me where do you want me?"

"Here?" Eddie asks and Buck jerks at the sudden stroke over his length, his hand moving along to his imagination. "You're so wet already, baby," Eddie says, toying with the soaking panties, thumb circling the fabric around the head, Buck's hips stuttering at the friction.

"Yes, yes, there."

"Or here?" Buck's hand changes direction, pressing over his entrance through the fabric and he keens. "There, there, there. Please, Eddie." Eddie's fingers massages his hole, pushing in, pushing the lace in too and Buck moans, thrusting one digit in impatiently to feel the drag of lace at his most sensitive parts. It's definitely not wet enough but he's beyond caring.

His hand rips away a moment later. "Don't be greedy, Buck," Eddie tsks and as a punishment, his hand returns to his thigh. Buck sobs, legs twisting together as his peak stays just out of reach.

Eddie's hand is big, his fingers are long. If he actually cups his hand between Buck's leg, he can play with his hole while letting Buck grind on his palm.

"Do it, baby. Hump my hand," Eddie orders. Buck moans, fumbling around on the bed.

He can't do it himself, whining with frustration. He struggles to his front, reaching both hands down to pleasure himself, absentmindedly getting the lube out and over his hands sloppily. He imagines Eddie's hand, strong and steadfast, staying in place as Eddie makes him do all the work.

Bucking up at the slight press of one finger past his rim, Buck rocks his hips, slowly inching his fingers into himself. He teases his rim, pulling his fingers out, tracing over the entrance before dipping in again. All the while, his other hand is stroking himself over the panties, whining in oversensitivity at the teasing brush of the fabric.

Imagines grinding down on Eddie's palm, humping his arm desperately, with every upstroke before rolling his hips back on Eddie's fingers. He sobs, itching to push his own fingers deeper but he can't. Not when Eddie's will just be the tips, maybe to the first knuckle if he's lucky.

But as he pictures himself riding Eddie's hand like his own personal toy, submitting to his every whim, his orgasm builds, rushing past all his restraints. He's drenching the panties, knows that they're unsalvageable, but Eddie will like it, exerting more pressure for Buck to rut against. He slips his cock out, moaning whorishly when he wraps his hand around himself, jerking himself roughly.

"There's a good boy, come on," Eddie praises and Buck picks up speed.

"Please, please, Eddie." Maybe if he shows Eddie he can come just like this, Eddie will let him hump his hand again. Maybe keep his fingers inside Buck at all times, playing with his hole to amuse himself, crooking them at intervals to make Buck sing as Eddie goes about his day.

It's not like it's possible but the thought of being held by Eddie, perched on his hand like a pet, a prized possession, pushes Buck over the edge. "Fuck, Eddie!" He comes, hand milking his cock for every last drop, the moans of Eddie's name lingering on his lips. 

Buck shudders, slumping back on the bed. Heavy pants leaves his lips while he stares unblinking at the soiled lingerie. His thoughts begin to filter in again and he winces. "I can't believe I did that," he groans, reaching over for some tissues.

It's wrong.

He has a boyfriend.

But even when they're actually intimate, he didn't feel a fraction of the want that Eddie's freely exuding from Tommy. Which funnily enough is the only reason he comes up with the idea of a boudoir book. He wants to be wanted.

As he cleans up, he can't banish the images of Eddie staring at him hungrily, his slightly pink cheeks giving him away, how he shifts back but not fast enough so Buck felt his hardness pressing against his ass, how he made Buck feel desired.

Before he knows it, he's already swiping for his phone, looking up what time the lingerie shop opens tomorrow. Early enough. He taps the screen, opening up his chat with Tommy.

Tommy (LAFD Pilot Guy)

Hey, what are you doing now?
😏

Eddie sets the camera down with an annoyed huff. Annoyance at himself. Annoyance at his brain. Annoyance at his dick. If they had all behaved, Buck wouldn't have kicked him out.

Letting himself fall back on the bed, he rubs his eyes tiredly. At this rate, he probably won't be invited over anymore.

Chapter Text

"Morning, Eddie!"

Ravi's smile is the first thing that greets him when he walks into the station.

"Hey, what's up?" It makes him feel slightly less horrible about himself. Over the weekend, Buck hadn't called him up at all. He won't blame the other, he doesn't know why he expected any different.

"Nothing much. I finally met with a new technician to fix up the wiring. The last one was quoting an unsane amount for 'complex circuits.' As if I hadn't been doing this for years."

Eddie hums, lips quirking into an amused smile. "You're really serious about building up that wealth."

"My future kids need the money, especially since I got a jobless boyfriend now," Ravi says, ears perking up at a distant sound he was focusing on. "Okay, I need to go. Streets are saying that Bobby's making potato fritters and I need to save my share."

"Yeah, go for it," Eddie pats his shoulder, watching as he bounds up the steps to the loft. It almost seems normal. Maybe that's what he needs — go through the motions as usual and ease back into his routine. He'll talk to Buck later and make sure they're okay. Eddie nods to himself as he makes his way to the locker room to change.

He's buckling up his belt when the object of his dilemma pops up. Or more like rockets into the area, yelling for him. "Eddie! Eddie!"

Eddie whips his head up to see Buck barreling straight towards him. "Whoa! Slow down. Is there something wrong?"

"Nope. Just need you to hold on to something for me," Buck whispers exaggeratedly before slipping a bundle of... something into Eddie's pockets. Eddie tries not to do anything embarrassing like flinch or moan at the proximity between the other's hand and his parts. Don't be weird, he yells at his brain. Buck seems to be acting normal so he can't screw this chance up.

Buck pats his pocket, giving him a thumbs up before turning away. Eddie frowns. "Wait, Buck," he stops with other, grabbing his wrist. "Are-are we okay?"

"Of course. Are we not?" Buck looks confused for a second so Eddie shakes his head.

"Yeah, no. We're fine."

"Oookay. And can we continue? After work if that's okay with you."

Eddie blinks at him. Buck wants to... continue the shoot? He thought Buck would never talk to him again. "Yeah, sure," the words eagerly fall from his lips. "Wait— no. I haven't arranged anything for Chris."

"That's alright. He has a sleepover with Denny and Mara. I've arranged it," Buck says, grinning at Eddie's dumbfounded look. "You just have to drop him off, okay?"

He would say that he's surprised but not really. It's been a long tine since he trusted Buck with Chris and the other knows it by now. "Okay, sure."

"Great! Come by the loft after you send him," Buck says. He must be in a good mood because he's practically skipping out of the room. "And today's potato fritters day. Hurry up!"

Eddie can't help the relieved smile breaking over his face. Buck isn't mad or weirded out. He probably didn't really notice Eddie being a creep. All he has to do now is make sure his body behaves. He survived the first day but he might not be as lucky next time.

That's the game plan. Act professional. Think of it as an actual photoshoot and Buck's a client, a model maybe. Albeit a very beautiful one who looks especially sexy in lingerie. Dios, Buck isn't going to wear it again, is he? Eddie's heartbeat picks up, thumping loudly against his ribcage, before he stifles it by pinching his thigh. Hard.

"Ow! Fuck, that hurts," he curses. At least the pain distracted him from thinking of Buck in that — Nope, not going down that road.

Grabbing his watch, he puts it on, deciding to hurry up and join civilization again. Hopefully that'll help tamper his caveman behaviour. Breakfast, yup. The locker door swings shut, Eddie turning around as hands smoothly slip into his pockets.

Then he stops.

Remembers that Buck slipped something in his pocket earlier.

Something that's brushing against the tips of his fingers.

Something that is extremely soft and.. bunched?

Eddie catches hold of the flimsy material and pulls it out, eyes narrowing in preparation to analyse the mystery item.

The moment he recognises it, quick as lightning, his hand stuffs it back in.

Deep.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He rips his hand out, breathing heavily. "What the fuck? Wha— Buck," he hisses.

Buck's lingerie. In his pocket.

He's one part confused and three parts horny. All his coping mechanisms fail because Eddie Diaz has a pair of lingerie in his pocket. Buck's. Almost immediately, images of Buck from Friday slams to the forefront of his mind.

Which worsens his situation because he realises that this one is different from that set. That was red. This is blue. Dark blue that he knows will complement the lighter shade of Buck's eyes perfectly. He knows because he's memorised the exact shade, has matched it to every colour he's ever seen. The verdict — Buck will look beautiful in any and every light.

So Buck has many pairs of them. And one is with him.

Unable to wrap his head around the insanity, he squeezes his dick discreetly, begging it to stay calm, before he rushes off to find the source of his predicament.

"Buck, I need to talk to you."

Eddie must've found out. Buck's lips twitch with a shadow of smile before he schools his face into a serious expression. "Is everything okay?" Something akin to glee flutters in his chest at the sight of Eddie's flustered blush.

"Yes, is everything alright, Eddie?" Bobby asks and all pairs of eyes snap to said man.

"Yeah, dude, you don't look okay," Chim pipes up, worried enough to stop his chewing.

Eddie blinks owlishly at the sudden attention on him, more blood rushing to redden his cheeks. Everyone watches on as he stutters out some half-hearted explanation, only serving to make them more worried. This is practically unheard of. Eddie Diaz stumbling over his words, blushing like he's a church boy who first held hands with someone.

Buck finds it endearing.

Before Hen can speak up next, he takes pity on Eddie. "He's okay. We have something to discuss but it's nothing really. Enjoy your meal," Buck says, ending it with a flourishing sweep of his hand across the table. He turns around and grabs Eddie by the arm, tugging him downstairs.

The other goes along willingly and Buck leads them into the bunks, getting themselves some privacy. It's only then that Eddie finally snaps out of his confused daze. "Buck. What the hell?" He asks, pulling his arm away to glare more effectively, hands finding their usual purchase on his hips. "What did you put in my pocket?"

"Oh, you didn't see?" Buck hides his grin behind a blank, confused face. "Just my panti—"

"Stop!" Eddie yelps, one hand threading through his hair, tugging sharply. Buck wonders if Eddie'll let him do it for him. "Not-not what. Why. Why is it there?"

"I need you to keep it for me."

"What? Why?"

Buck wracks his brain for a reason. He curses himself for not thinking this far. "...because Tommy will be at the loft so y'know. I didn't want him to accidentally find it. The surprise and all."

At the mention of Tommy's name, some colour ebbs away from Eddie's face, his expression souring like Buck just talked about the reproductive acts of ducks. "Oh. Okay," he nods, eyes darting away.

Buck kinda feels bad about it but how else can he explain? Yeah, I gave it to you just because I wanted to see your reaction. Because you looked at me like you wanted me. And I think I'm already addicted to the rush of it.

"But you've got to take it back," Eddie says definitively. He reaches into his pocket, holding up the bundle of fabric and steps closer, trying to thrust it at Buck.

Buck sidesteps him, darting towards the door. "No, no, no. I can't. What if somebody sees?"

"And it's okay if somebody sees me with this?"

"Better than me! People know I'm in a relationship and I don't want to be explaining that."

"And I want to?!" Eddie tries to grab him but Buck is faster. They're circling each other in the room, both desperately shoving the underwear between them.

"Do it for me, Eddie!"

"Buck," Eddie sighs exaggeratedly. "Take it—"

He's cut off by the bell. Two matching groans echo through the room before Buck snaps his mouth shut. This is his chance. He sees the opening and scrambles, limbs askew, for the door, Eddie realising it too late.

He dashes for Buck but he's already out of the room. Eddie stuffs the blue underwear back in his pocket just in time for several other firefighters to pass by them, one of them calling out a greeting to him.

"Diaz! Buckley! C'mon," Chimney yells from the direction of the fire engine. Buck gives a mock salute to the other and jogs away, laughing at the sound of curses behind him.

He should've known that Eddie is petty above all though. It would've prepared him for the whispered threat as Eddie runs beside him. "If anyone asks, I'm saying that it's yours."

Buck stumbles and it's the other's turn to laugh. He must've thought Buck panicked but he couldn't be more wrong.

Eddie will tell people that it's Buck's.

That's he's carrying around Buck's panties tucked in his pocket. Everyone will know that he wore lingerie. For Eddie. Buck has to clench his hands to bat away at the rush of arousal through his blood, his cock twitching with interest at the thought. Everyone will know behind closed doors, he's Eddie's good girl.

Buck groans before taking slower measured steps towards the truck. His plan backfired but it's okay. He has another one.

Eddie resolutely keeps his eyes on the window, watching the buildings pass him by. He's been torn between wanting to stare at Buck or avoid him at all costs. One option wins in the end. The one that doesn't end with him being written up for unprofessional conduct.

The weight of the panties is burning a hole in his pants. At least it's manageable so far. The thing about him is that he's good at compartmentalization. Very good. Something borne out of childhood trauma and decades of repression but it's useful. It helped him not trip up or get distracted as they answered calls.

"I'm so tired. The moment we're back, I'll sleep for the next ten hours," Ravi's voice filters through the headset.

Everyone pipes up with different variations of agreeing sounds. They're barely a quarter way through the 24-hour shift and they've been answering calls for nearly as long.

"Get some rest when you can, guys. We don't know what we might have to do next," Bobby says, turning around in his seat.

"Why do people insist to do the worst on weekends? It's a rest day," Chim groans.

"That's the way it is."

A knee bumps into his, prompting Eddie to turn, coming face to face with Buck. How surprising. He doesn't look the least bit tired. Eddie frowns because deep in his guts, he knows that Buck is up to something. Nobody might understand it when he tells them but there's a particular sparkle in his eyes that promise nothing but trouble. Trouble that, most times, Eddie is gladly dragged into. 'What?' he mouths, raising a questioning brow.

'Nothing' Buck returns but now there's that little smile playing on his lips. The one that makes him look like an eager, mischievous puppy.

He finally finds out Buck's nefarious plans later. And that's the only word suitable to describe the pure evil.

They are just filing out of the engine, some team members heading straight for the showers while the others are beelining towards food. Eddie hasn't quite decided what to do yet, feet automatically bringing him towards the loft. He's vaguely aware of Buck following behind.

Maybe it's time for him to be normal around the other. After all, he managed to function nearly half of the shift as usual. Eddie decides that he can channel the same cool, collected energy with the other, putting everything in neat little boxes and sealing the one with unsavoury thoughts shut.

"Hey, you want to grab some snacks?" Eddie initiates the conversation.

Buck perks up. "Sure! But I don't think there's any of the breakfast or lunch left. Maybe I can whip something up."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. We wiped all the plates clean already," Eddie grins. It almost seems normal. Which is when fate decides to throw a wrench into their plans. The bell rings again and there's collective groans coming from every corner of the firehouse. "When will it end?" Eddie sighs. He just wants to eat Buck-made food before falling into deep sleep.

He's turning back to the bay when Buck stops him, "Eddie, wait."

"What?"

"You still have them, right?"

He frowns in confusion before it dawns on him. He's only starting to forget about them but Buck had to bring it up. "What do you think? Of course I have them," he narrows his eyes. He planned to stick them in the locker but decided not to because what if someone finds them? That's the only reason. Swear to God.

"Okay good. Just wanted to make sure you didn't lose them," Buck nods, flashing him a quick smile. He starts walking backwards towards the bay and Eddie falls in step.

"Happy to know you have such low confidence in me, Buckley."

"They're just really important." Eddie notices Buck's smile quirking into something darker. He just can't pinpoint why. "Especially the bra."

Eddie chokes, barely avoiding face planting into the floor. "What?"

Buck did not say that. He did not.

Apparently he did, based on his amused laugh as he practically skips away. "What do you mean? Buck, what do you mean?" Eddie asks desperately, chasing after him. He doesn't get an answer but in the end, it wouldn't matter much. Not when all the carefully sealed and stacked boxes have burst open.

Eddie's back to square one — being incredibly horny.

Even when they're careening down the road, rushing towards an emergency, he can't stop replaying the words. The bra. Buck's bra.

He thought having seen him in panties and garters is bad enough. But now all he can think about is Buck's tits in a pair of lacy bra.

It doesn't help that Buck's uniform is probably a size smaller than appropriate. Eddie curses at himself for not taking rules and guidelines seriously so he could've reported Buck earlier. That uniform should be burned. It clings to his body — his huge biceps, his cute belly and most damningly, his tits.

"Eddie, Chim, on the patient. Buck, grab the saw, anything we possibly need to get this off," Bobby is yelling out orders, directing the rest of the team. Eddie nods, already pulling open the med kit, before he happens to glance in Buck's direction.

More specifically, Buck's tits, bouncing in the clutch of his uniform as he jogs towards the engine and back. Dios, it's obscene. He can help hold them though. Frankly speaking.

"Eddie! I need that now!" Chim yells and Eddie's shocked back into himself.

"Wha— Okay, yeah, here you go. Sir, try to move your fingers for me," he settles back into his job, shaking his head to get rid of the distractions.

Shaking. Fuck.

And after the craziest morning in all of this month's shift, everything after that call is very... calm. Eddie's convinced that Buck must have done some ritual to ensure maximum suffering on his end. Whatever superstitious things he does.

Eddie's ready to throw in the towel and say the Q word — no matter if he believes it works or not. Because the alternative is pushing Buck over the closest horizontal surface and going to town on him.

With no emergencies needing the 118's attention, everyone breathes equal sighs of relief and mills about the station. Eddie is walking towards the showers — to douse himself in freezing cold water and simultaneously avoid Buck.

"Hey, Eddie! Wait up," Buck calls. Eddie quickens his steps but the other's long legs carry him over nevertheless. "Shower? Me too!"

Eddie grunts in affirmation. He's not going to glance at Buck. Because he knows that from the side, he'll be able to see the slight — no, huge, his brain supplies — mounds of a pair of perfect tits. A rush of arousal shoots down his spine, his dick giving a little twitch of interest.

"After we shower, I'll make good on that snack promise," Buck chatters on. "Does cheese bruschetta sound good?"

"Sure," Eddie nods, quickly undressing himself and getting into a stall before he sees Buck stripping.

"Cool. Although since we probably have 2 out of all the ingredients needed, it's basically just cheese toast. With tomatoes. And onions." Buck is oblivious to Eddie's struggles, his voice indicating he's walking closer towards his direction. Eddie grabs his toiletries and towel, waiting until he can hear Buck sets his down before turning and rushing three shower stalls over.

"Eddie? Where're you going?" Buck calls out confusedly.

"Just over here." He draws the curtain close and sinks back into the wall. That was close but other than quick flashes of skin, he didn't see anything. He looks down at his dick disappointedly. Yet, he's already at half mast, thinking about Buck's perfect naked body.

The thing about tunnel vision is that you're only focused on one thing only. You don't stop to think about the consequences. Eddie finds out the hard way. After one very cold shower later, he pulls back the curtain and makes his way towards the lockers. Whistling to himself as he starts dressing, he feels good because he's a good man. He didn't jerk off to the thoughts of his best friend.

"Hey, Eddie!" Said best friend pops up at the locker and Eddie nearly brains himself on the edge of his locker door.

Buck is wet.

Apparently he just got out of the shower and for some inexplicable reason, haven't thought it important to wipe himself. God help me, Eddie thinks hysterically as he tries to hurry up and dress himself. Only now a naked, wet Buck, only covered by a thin towel, is walking closer, making Eddie's hands fumble clumsily. Why did he think it's a good idea to have neighbouring lockers?!

"You're dripping water all over the floor, dude," he says, acting nonchalant, keeping his eyes averted.

"They'll dry. It's called evaporation," Buck answers. Eddie hears the rustle of him pulling up his pants and he thanks God for small mercies. Buck takes his towel and begins wiping himself only to hiss sharply.

Concerned, Eddie whips his head to face the other. "Buck? Are you hurt?"

Buck flicks his eyes up with an easy smile. "Nothing, just sensitive," he answers.

Eddie gets a physical demonstration of said sensitivity when Buck runs his towel over his chest. Almost automatically, Eddie's eyes track the motion and Buck takes the chance, swiping it across so the coarse cotton catches on one nub. Buck moans softly at the touch and Eddie can fucking see his nipple pebbling. All of his blood rushes south instantaneously.

"Yes, Chim! I'm coming!" He yells desperately, slamming the door to his locker shut and sprinting out of the locker room. He completely misses the cheeky grin twitching on Buck's lips.

To make matters worse, he did ask Buck to make some snacks. It wouldn't be fair for him to let him do it alone. So with a lot of prayers and strategically trapped cock against his waistband, Eddie walks into the kitchen. It feels like he's marching towards his own death. If one could die just by being too desperate for someone but never being able to touch.

"Do you need any help?"  he asks. Buck turns from where he's washing some tomatoes at the sink.

"Oh, Eddie, sure. You can dice these up," Buck answers, placing the tomatoes into a bowl.

Eddie nods, picking up a knife and starts chopping. He has a plan. Since compartmentalizing won't work, maybe exposure therapy will. All he has to do is not make it a big deal. If he can wire his brain into thinking that Buck's just another person and not the hottest, most beautiful man Eddie has seen, he'll be okay. He decided that it means allowing himself to look — to not act as if it's something wrong or taboo.

He's put to test when Buck brings along his own knife and board to the kitchen counter. Eddie chances a glance and turns back to the tomatoes. Nope. He can't. Buck is wearing the LAFD shirt, two sizes smaller than appropriate because the universe is out to torment Eddie.

Okay, you can do this. It's not like it's the first time he wears that.

Yeah, that's the problem. He's always wearing small shirts.

But that means you should be used to it. It's normal!

...True.

Yeah, true. God knows how long you've been staring at his tits.

Shut up.

"You okay?" Buck's voice cut through mini Eddies bickering. His head snaps up and he quirks a small 'everything is fine here' smile.

"Sure."

"Really? You're glaring at the tomatoes like they insulted your mustache."

Eddie gives a deadpan stare when Buck snorts at his own joke. "Very funny."

Somehow, Buck acting normal slips him into the usual headspace. Okay, you got this, Eddie.

They move in a companiable silence, Eddie dicing up tomatoes and onions while Buck toasts the bread. It's a force of habit when Eddie's eyes find Buck, fond as he looks at his easy movements in the kitchen. Watching Buck cook always make a soft fuzzy feeling pool in his guts, something that feels like forever. He'll watch Buck move before his eyes slowly roam over his figure. It doesn't happen every time but yeah, sometimes, he's drawn to Buck's chest. Sue him.

His exposure therapy theory must be working because apart from slight buzzing in his veins, he feels normal. Huh.

He grins smugly. He managed to beat the universe. Relishing in his victory, he doesn't realise that he's staring too long. Buck's tits look like a good handful. Will his hands fit over them or will they spill over? Fuck, he hopes they will.

The way the shirt stretches thin over his chest only accentuates their shape, the little mounds on top. Eddie's overcome with the urge to sink his teeth into them and bite.

"Okay, I'll mix the veggies and then you can grate the mozzarella on top," Buck says.

"Huh? Oh- Okay, sure," Eddie stammers. He hands over the bowl to Buck, watching as he adds the olive oil and seasonings. Also when he starts mixing the ingredients. Hazel eyes widen when he sees something else jiggling with the force of his hand tossing the veggies.

Bro.

I'm seeing how it's made!

Yeah, dude. You're definitely not looking at those.

He busies himself, grabbing the grate and cheese. Buck scoops out the mix onto each square of bread and Eddie follows along, grating the mozzarella generously on each. "Cheese, done. Preheated oven, done. Oh shoot. I forgot the basil leaves," Buck mutters to himself. He bumps his hip against Eddie, as usual when they're working in the kitchen together, and Eddie moves slightly, letting Buck pass behind him to grab the bowl of basil.

That's when three things happen in quick succession. One, Buck's too close so his chest rubs against Eddie as he moves. Two, his consequent rush of breath rushes over the back of Eddie's neck. Three, the soft buzzing in Eddie's guts flares up, his dick immediately rising from the comfortable chub to rock hard in a second.

"Shit," he flinches away, eyes wide.

"Sorry, just needed to grab these," Buck says easily, frowning when Eddie keeps his distance.

"S-sure," Eddie nods, subtly shifting so the kitchen counter will hide him from view.

"Guys, I smell food," Hen appears from the stairs and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. At least, he's not alone with Buck. Chimney and Bobby emerge soon after.

"Are those supposed to be bruschettas?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I made extra," Buck laughs as the three newcomers crowd around the counter.

Deciding that his presence is not needed and he can go settle his problem alone, Eddie walks over to Buck, placing a hand on his waist to grab his attention. He must be imagining the shiver running through Buck's body. "Hey, I'm gonna go down. Keep some for me, yeah?"

"Sure," Buck smiles at him and Eddie's dick gives a valiant little twitch.

Screw exposure therapy.

Buck lets out a groan as he lies back on the bunk. Checking the time, he notes that they have less than three hours left. A small smile replaces the tired frown on his face. Finishing the shift means he's closer to doing the boudoir photoshoot again with Eddie.

The small rational voice in the back of his mind is yelling for him to stop the madness. Stop while he still can. But... it's technically not cheating. He is doing that photoshoot for Tommy.

Yeah, right.

What is that supposed to mean?

You decided to not give it to him remember?

Buck picks up his phone, scrolling to the last messages with the other guy.

Buck

Hey, what are you doing now?
😏

Tommy (LAFD Pilot Guy)

At work, Evan.
I told you already.

yeah you did
sorry
just wanna ask whats ur opinion on lingerie?

On men? Looks fucking weird honestly.
Come on, Evan. You're not going to reply?
Just because you can't handle the truth?
Don't waste my time.

Just rereading the texts make a prickling rush of shame smack him right in the face. It's—

He knows some people might think it's weird. A lot of people in fact.

But he likes it.

It makes him feel beautiful.

He had always been fine to the idea of wearing lingerie but he never really tried it. His self-worth issues had fucked him up somewhat, making him believe that he didn't need to because there's no one to show it off to. He didn't even know if any of his past hookups or girlfriends would want to see him in one. But when he started this relationship with Tommy, yeah, he's discovering a new part of himself. And he thought maybe he can explore that part of him too.

He's too scared to do it outright though so he used the guise of a boudoir book. Maybe he'll give it to Tommy and watch his reaction. Maybe he'll like it. Maybe Buck can wear them more often — because he really felt sexy and pretty and confident and all the exhilarating rush of endorphins when he looked at himself in the mirror. Riding the high of actually doing it made him do something stupid. Like text Tommy in hopes of giving him a sneak peek. How did that work out? Buck lets out an ugly self-deprecating laugh.

And then there's Eddie.

He didn't think far enough when planning the photoshoot until he realised that he actually needed a person to take his pictures. From there, it was an easy decision.

Eddie. The person that Buck trusts more than anyone else in the world. The person that Buck trusts with himself more than anyone else in the world, he knows that truth deep down in his heart.

It's cemented all the way through — when he first asked Eddie, when he laid out his plan, when he actually took of his clothes to display himself in the most intimate way anybody has ever seen. He had been terrified of Eddie looking at him in disgust, leaving him even though he'd understand it or worse, laughing at him. Eddie did nothing like that, instead he accepted that part of Buck like he did everything else — all the ugly, broken parts of him and he held it in his hands and make Buck whole again.

He looked at Buck like— like Buck is desirable.

Just thinking about the way those familiar hazel eyes darken makes a rush of heat swoop in his stomach. It was so hard to focus when Eddie was manhandling him, his hands firm and steady as he directed Buck's body however he wants to. Buck could barely hold the poses with the way he just wants to sink into a puddle and let Eddie take care of him.

He gave up his ruse when Eddie talked him through it because there's nothing else that makes his knees weak like Eddie talking. His voice, his words, the way he insists on holding eye contact as if stripping Buck's skin away to stare directly at the most raw parts of him. Once he let himself sink into the feelings, he felt free. He was braver. Acting coy to get more of Eddie's hands on his body, being forward because the tiniest hidden part of him wanted Eddie to touch him in the way he needed instead.

He was selfish. After Tommy's rejection, he wanted to seek that rush that Eddie gave him. So he bought more pairs of lingerie and slipped one to Eddie. He just wanted those eyes on him again.

Buck moans softly, palming himself as he recalls the desperate looks thrown his way today. How Eddie can't help the furtive glances in his way, how they roam over his body, sending tingles down his spine. It was a never ending rush of arousal on Buck's end. Every time it ebbs way, Eddie sneaks a peek at him and he's back on his knees in his living room for the other man.

Something must have shifted when they were cooking because suddenly, Eddie's staring straight at him... or his chest, at least. He wasn't hiding it and it had Buck actually flustered for the first time the whole day. Trying to make something as simple as bruschettas took herculean effort from him part, when his hole was softly pulsing with the aching need to be fucked. From needing Eddie's eyes on him, he needed his hands on him, his cock filling him up.

"Eddie," the name slips from his lips in a breathless moan. A loud ping from his phone snaps him out of the haze and Buck rips his hand away. Fists it in the sheets. What is he doing?

He grabs the phone, unlocking it only to see several new messages from Tommy.

Tommy (LAFD Pilot Guy)

I had a really good morning.
Watched some videos and I changed my mind.
You do have the build to put on something sexy.
Show daddy what you got.

His hard on literally wilts.

"What the fuck?" Buck groans.

Bye bye fun times, all the blood reroutes to his stomach, the organ suspiciously roiling with the telltale signs of wanting to throw up. There's something more pressing than that which is the same rush of shame making hot tears gather in his eyes. "Stop it, you're being dramatic," he tells himself. "Nothing happened."

The door opens and Eddie's head pops in in time to catch his words. "Buck? You're talking to yourself. Is everything alright?"

"O-oh," he stammers. "Everything's fine." Eddie doesn't seem to believe him, walking fully into the room, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Buck blinks away his tears before he's caught. "Look, Eddie. I just — Can we call off the shoot later? I don't want to do it anymore."

The other's movements stop before he continues more cautiously, taking a seat beside Buck. "Sure, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Is there a reason why?"

Buck doesn't want to show him the messages. His hands however move to unlock the screen, showing the latest to Eddie. He watches as Eddie's eyes scan the words rapidly and his mouth curls minutely in disgust. Buck catches it because he knows every micro expression on the other, although he wishes he doesn't now because it further deepens the gaping hole in him.

Eddie's face smooths out into neutrality. "Isn't that a good thing? He's excited to see," Eddie asks, nails digging in his palm on the hand not in Buck's line of vision.

"I-I guess, yeah," Buck shrugs. Rationally, yes. It is a good thing. He meets Eddie's eyes and it strikes him that he can be honest with him. "But not to me. I just — I don't know, Eddie. It makes me feel... cheap. Dirty. I feel ashamed and I know he means well. He finds it sexy I guess. So I know I shouldn't but it feels wrong," he whispers the last word.

That's the only way he can describe the gaping hole in him.

"Hey, if that's how you feel, that's how it is," Eddie smiles comfortingly. His hand reaches out for Buck before falling midway. "You didn't say anything before."

It's not a question. It's a statement, spoken more to himself. His small smile is genuine to a point but it's not reaching his eyes. His eyes that are dark with emotions akin to horror and regret. Buck is confused for a second before it clicks.

"No, it's not you," he says, taking Eddie's limp hand in his to the other's shock. "I-I mean it's not like that with you. Yes, Tommy's texts make me feel dirty but honestly, it's just how everything with him is. Everything he says sounds like he copied it straight from a cheap porno. The way he leers at me, looking at me like just another piece of ass and I'm not that guy anymore. So it just feels wrong."

"Buck, that's not right. Have you been feeling like this all this while?"

"Not at first."

Eddie frowns, rearranging their hands so his fingers slip more comfortably between Buck's. "You have to talk to him. Or I will. If you need me to, I mean. You have to make it known that he makes you feel that way." Eddie doesn't say the one thing Buck knows he wants to say.

Buck shrugs, "Yeah, I will."

"Buck..."

"I will. I just need to figure out how."

"Okay. Just so you know, you are the last person to be made to feel that way," Eddie says, "Because you are the most beautiful person ever, inside and outside. I can't believe you're real sometimes, Buck. I never thought I'll say this out loud but seeing you in that the other day, was like a religious experience in itself."

Buck can't help snorting because Eddie can't be serious. The sound makes a grin stretch across the other's lips. "Don't make fun of me. I'm being serious."

"Yeah, right. You're just trying to make me feel better."

"But it's working," Eddie smiles and damn him, it does. Buck is feeling a whole lot better and he's always amazed at how Eddie's can always effortlessly do that. He thought Eddie would be done but the other continues, "You deserve to know how good you looked. Dios, Buck, you looked amazing. You were so pretty."

Buck feels the stirrings of heat in his stomach. "Oh?"

"You were. You are a contradiction because you managed to look so hot yet so cute..." Eddie frowns, oblivious to the way Buck is subtly tugging a pillow into his lap. Eddie seems to remember what he wanted to say, "Coquettish. May keeps showing me her pinterest board — I still don't know what that means — but you'd fit perfectly there. We took some nice pictures of you, didn't we? You were so flirty and playful, with your pretty red lingerie, with that seductive bedroom eyes. You're every guys dream, they're thinking about laying you out and taking their time worshipping every inch of you." Of course, every guy here just means Eddie but he can't say that.

Eddie meets his eyes, hoping Buck won't see the unadulterated hunger in them. Despite the rush of want in himself, he still knows his place.

Not that it's easy when he can see Buck's pupils dilating. "That's what I was talking about. You make me feel desirable," Buck says, breathless and aching. Like you actually want me.

"You are..." baby. God, Buck is making it hard for him.

Buck internally screams. Why isn't Eddie doing anything? Like taking Buck right here, right now. "Can we— can we still do it? The photoshoot. I can always keep it for myself."

"Yes, of course. Do you need the..." Eddie gestures awkwardly to his pocket.

"Nope, it's okay. I've got plenty more."

"Fuck," Eddie curses under his breath. His carefully held restraints is creaking under pressure. "Okay then the plan is the same so I'll send Chris over to Hen's. You go back to your loft," Eddie stops and mulls over what he's going to say next. There is a thin line that he can't help but toe. "I want you to get yourself ready for me."

The tone leaves no doubt that it isn't a question. Buck fights to hold his hips down from rutting into the pillow. "Okay, Eddie," he answers, biting back a whine. His mind is racing with the endless possibilities of where this could go. Maybe Eddie is serious about just doing the photoshoot only, but he knows he can convince him otherwise.

Chapter Text

I'm upstairs.

Eddie's phone buzzes right as he put his truck in park. The message sends a hot flush to his cheeks. It takes him a second too long to move because his brain is flashing warning signs to 'Abort! Abort!'

He won't survive seeing Buck on the bed. Clutching the camera tight to his chest, he tells himself that he is doing this for Buck. He deserves to know how absolutely beautiful he looks, how perfect he is in Eddie's eyes.

"Buck? I'm here," he calls out, closing the door behind him. He can hear faint sounds of sheets rustling from upstairs and his heart starts thundering like crazy, anticipation making his hands sweat.

Eddie climbs up the steps to the loft with trepidation. Even after bracing himself, the sight that greets him makes him stumble over the last step. It's not even the worst that Buck could've done. He's sitting back in the middle of the bed, stocking-clad legs spread wide with his feet planted in the mattress. But Eddie can't see much else with a blanket held playfully in front of his body, drawn up to his chest as Buck smiles bashfully at him. He can see a sliver of string peeking out to wind around Buck's neck and it's driving him crazy.

"Did you get yourself ready?" he asks, picking up the camera, adjusting the focus to get the first picture. Through the high definition lens, he can see clearly the slight blush rising in the other's cheeks.

"Yes. Do you maybe wanna see?" There's a flirty lilt to his tone and Eddie lowers the camera to stare directly at him.

"Show me."

Buck teasingly  draws the blanket down ever so slowly and Eddie is not embarrassed to admit that every inch revealed makes his heart pump faster, blood rushing past his ears, making his vision tunnel to the sight of baby blue lace encasing the most beautiful pair of tits, the color accentuating the beautiful tone of Buck's eyes.

The blanket slips further and he can see two identical vertical slits over each cup — Oh shit, it's real, Buck's in a bra — held closed by twin bows. They're tiny and flimsy and Eddie wants to test and see whether they'll come apart with just one tug, spilling the plushness behind. He's so lucky he has no history of heart problems because he's sure that this would be the end of him.

"Buck," his voice comes out strained. Eddie sucks in a sharp breath when Buck drops the fabric fully to reveal the whole set. There's a sheer lace garter belt holding the stockings up, split in a deep V to show off a pair of panties, Buck's dick filling up the dainty piece in the most obscene view. "Fuck, you look so good, sweetheart." The pet name slips out unconsciously. But Eddie has no regrets because he sees Buck giving a little excited twitch at that.

"You like being called sweetheart?" he teases, grinning at the answering gasp, "Hold it there." Eddie snaps a few pictures before gesturing Buck to switch poses.

Buck tilts his head in consideration. "Mmhmm, that's the thing. I don't know how. Why don't you come and show me?" Blue eyes gleam with mischief.

He knows that Eddie knows that he's talking about the other day. Only now Eddie would have to climb into the bed with him.

Right when Eddie puts a knee on the bed, Buck shuffles back cheekily. He groans in exasperation but it doesn't mask the fact that he's steadily chubbing up in his pants. "Hurry up, Eddie," Buck says, a smile playing at his lips.

"You are such a brat," he shoots back, edging forward until he can cup a hand over Buck's knee. He can feel the slight tremble passing through his skin, spurring his thumb to swirl in light circles. "We need a lying shot," Eddie tsks, "So you can't be sitting at the far edge." He slides his hands across the back of Buck's thighs, trailblazing goosebumps across his heated skin, until they're cupping his ass and Eddie tugs him forward.

Buck yelps when it presses him right against Eddie, his cock speedrunning straight to full hardness. Don't rut, he yells at himself. Outwardly, he gasps Eddie's name.

"There you go. Lie down and arch your back," Eddie orders, his hands casually manipulating Buck's body. This position presses Eddie's cock against his stomach and Buck flushes when he realised Eddie's hard. His body betrays him, hips rolling minutely to rut against the other.

Almost immediately, Eddie pushes his hips back on the bed. "Nope. Focus, Buck. We have more to go," Eddie says. It takes everything in him not to thrust back, rubbing their cocks together, but he's on a mission. He leans forward, hands pulling Buck into an arch, wishing that his clothes are not in the way so he can feel the brush of the lace with how they're pressed together. "Hold it there," he orders. "Fold your legs, keep your feet on tiptoes."

"I am focused," Buck huffs but it peters into a whine when Eddie leaves the warm clutch of his thighs.

"Buck."

He glares at Eddie but remains in his position. Eddie grins, rewarding him with a "Good boy", watching as those baby blues glaze over. "There you go. You're doing great," he reassures as he moves down to snap his pictures. "You look so pretty."

Buck practically melts, his lips falling apart with a look of pleasure. God, doesn't he know how perfect he is?

He climbs back on the bed and Buck spreads his legs again willingly. Eddie chuckles but he doesn't move in yet. "Now we'll have you on your front."

Buck rolls over as soon as he realises Eddie is giving him space, desperate to have Eddie's hands on him again. "What the fuck. Buck," Eddie groans and then he's back between his legs.

Oh. He almost forgot that this pair of panties is open-backed, only two strings drawn from the top to cross his asscheeks before slipping between his legs. Warm hands gingerly rests over them and Buck lets out his first real moan.

"So you like it?" he asks, a hand subtly sneaking into his panties to adjust himself. Once he makes contact with his throbbing length, he can't help but cop a few strokes.

"Like it? I love it. I didn't know you had it in you," Eddie says and Buck thinks he's talking about the lingerie only until Eddie's hand covers his over the lace. "Touching yourself when I'm right here."

Buck lets out a strangled whine when Eddie tugs his hand out. "Eddie, c'mon, please." The other pays no heed, tangling their fingers together to pin Buck's hand on the bed. His heavy balls throb with neglect.

"You can't get wet until we're done," Eddie warns. "And I bet you get really wet, baby." His cock spurts out a drop of precum and Buck clenches his thighs together. It occurs to Eddie about what's going on and he barks out a deep chuckle. "You're dripping already?"

"This is your fault. Hurry up and get this over with," Buck says, pushing his hips back in retaliation, grinning when Eddie bites off a curse.

His cock is tenting his pants, pulsing desperately with the urge to be buried inside Buck. As it is, he can only give a few teasing thrusts, rutting his bulge between the other's cheeks. "If it's anyone's fault, it's yours. What do you think would happen when a pretty girl dresses up like this for me?"

The implications of that draws a high moan from Buck. Whatever they're doing has long crossed over the line of appropriateness but neither of them could care. "Fuck, Eddie, you can't say shit like that."

"You want to be a good girl for me?" Eddie smirks, hands curving around Buck's waist, thumbs stroking his sensitised skin. "You say that and who's rutting against me like a needy slut. Now, baby, I'd have to keep some pictures of my pretty girl, don't I?" he whispers darkly, pushing Buck's upper half flush on the bed. "Upper body down, booty up."

Buck follows, he does, but Eddie's hand spanks his ass, making him jerk forward with a sharp gasp.

"C'mon, sweetheart, I know you can give a better arch. Higher." Those huge hands curve around his hips and tugs them up until he's curved into an impossible arch Buck would swear he could never do. Eddie's hand meets his ass in a series of quick slaps.

"I'm doing it!" he protests, if only for a fact that his dick is enthusiastically on board and will drench the panties soon.

"I know, these are just for the color," Eddie grins at the glare he receives. It's worth it for the sight of bright red blooming across pale skin. "Stagger your legs. Keep that position."

Buck struggles to hold still as Eddie moves down from the bed. The position makes him unable to get any friction on his dick, thighs quivering with the urge to hump. "Look here, sweetheart. Put your arms out." Maybe it's the lack of attention on his dick or maybe it's just him, but even the simple act of following Eddie's orders is making heat burn him inside out. "There you go. Good girl."

Buck whines, letting the praise ground him before lifting his eyes at the camera. "Just so you know, I hate you," he bites out petulantly before giving Eddie his best come fuck me'look, bedroom eyes in full force, tongue peeking out to trail across glistening lips.

"I can tell," Eddie quirks an unimpressed eyebrow. "Now, next position."

The expression on Buck's face flicks between impatience and desperation. Why, oh why, is Eddie intent on torturing them? "Eddieee. You're really seeing this through, aren't you?"

Eddie shrugs, "I haven't got any of those pretty tits, sweetheart."

Eddie is evil personified. That's the only reason.  

"Fuck, okay," he moans, shifting slightly so he's leaning more on one side, pushing his elbow forward and popping his chest to squeeze his tits together.

"Dios, you're fucking perfect, Buck," Eddie groans, palming his cock, cursing at the layers of clothing muting the sensations. Deciding fuck it, he steps out of his pants, leaving him only in his underwear. "Always had the prettiest pair of tits. Just bouncing around, begging to have my hands on them."

"Yes, fuck, Eddie. Your hands an-and your mouth."

"Show me what you want me to do, baby."

Eddie doesn't even care anymore how the pictures turn out, his finger staying on the button, clicking away. Dark eyes linger on Buck's hands cupping his tits, fondling the flesh, head thrown back with a filthy moan. "Eddie, please," Buck begs, running his fingers across the tips of his pebbling nipples, recoiling with a sharp inhale at the touch on sensitive flesh. "Fuck."

"Go on, baby. Play with your tits."

Buck moans, fingers strumming and rubbing his nipples over the delicate lace. His hips start rolling, humping his weeping cock against the bed, desperate for any touch on his heated skin. "Eddie, touch me, please." His fingers come together to pinch the nubs and he tries to tug them, except through the fabric, they slip easily from his touch. Buck whimpers in frustration and pinches harder, back arching at the sharp pain-pleasure coursing through his veins. "Fuck!"

Eddie's hands pull his away and Buck lets out a relieved sob. "C'mere, baby. Don't you know how to play with your titties? You shouldn't hurt yourself," Eddie says as he nudges Buck to lie on his back. "You have to go slow, tease them first."

Then Eddie's hands are massaging his chest, palms dragging across the nubs, squishing them before they bounce back eagerly. Buck shivers with need, hips humping the air uselessly. "Up, up, Eddie, c'mon." The words rushes out as he makes grabby hands towards the other. Eddie's lips pull into a grin but he acquiesces, climbing back to his spot between Buck's leg, giving him somewhere to grind against. Those fingers return, rolling his nipples, circling and rubbing over them as Buck's cock drips steadily into his panties.

"You have to get them perky and flushed, and they'll pop right out," Eddie whispers, giving each side of the bra a small tug, the fabric catching onto the tips to the sound Buck's garbled moan, until the flushed nubs pop through the slit. "There you go, such pretty girls."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Buck rolls his hips faster when soft wispy lace is replaced with rough callouses, Eddie's fingers flicking and tweaking them through the cutouts. He can feel his orgasm building and building, rocketing towards the peak.

"Then, you need to get them wet." Buck doesn't expect Eddie to loll his tongue out and he watches unblinking, stomach twisting with heat and anticipation when it stops a breath away from the tip. Please, please, please, his mind loops but what comes out is soundless moans, his hands sinking into Eddie's silky locks. A string of saliva trickle down his tongue, wavering at the edge before it drips down on his flushed tip, Buck shivering at the wet heat. It beads on the nub before Eddie's fingers are spreading it, rubbing the slickness into his skin, sliding and pinching to get a grip.

"Really wet," he repeats, slipping his hand into Buck's panties, thumbing at his slit as Buck shouts, jolting sharply, a series of pleases and Eddies finally falling from his lips. When Eddie brings his fingers out, clear slick strings remain connected from him to Eddie, pulling tight before they break, and he slips it over the other nipple, circling the nub, jerking it as if it's a little cocklet. "Whenever you touch yourself, I want you to do this."

Buck sobs, tears springing to his eyes as desperation and shame clash in a heady mix of arousal, rocketing him to the edge.

Only for Eddie to stop.

"Eddie, no, no, no. Pleaseeee."

Eddie stops to grab the camera, putting Buck on display, looking like the sight of Buck at his most obscene is the sexiest view he has. "Nope. Hold still, sweetheart," Eddie says, placing a hand over his belly to stop his desperate writhes, making Buck cry out as he teeters at the edge. "Buck."

Buck stops obediently, flushing deep red with embarrassment when Eddie's focus is obviously on catching him and his tits in a frame. "Here." He doesn't know what spurred him to grab Eddie's hand and draw it to his chest. Holding it there when Eddie tries to pull away in confusion, he turns fluttering lashes and glistening eyes to the camera.

It clicks inside Eddie's head, and he cups Buck's pec as he presses the shutter. Then he shifts to close two fingers around the tip for several others, pinching and tugging it sharply so he can capture the blissed gasps from Buck.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good," Eddie groans, putting the camera aside, dipping his head down to lap at one nipple, flicking it with his tongue, his own cock soaking precum into his boxers. "I can't stop thinking about you since that day. You know what you're doing, wearing a bra now. You know I wouldn't be able to help myself."

Eddie closes his lips around it and sucks.

Buck shouts, eyes rolling back at the intense sensation, fingers scrabbling down Eddie's shoulder. The suction around his nipple grow impossibly harder and then, there's a scrape of teeth. "Fuck, Eddie, please."

"You want to continue?" Eddie sighs, looking put out if not for the gleam in his eyes. He still hovers close and Buck holds his breath as he leans down, closer and closer until his mustache drags across the tip, the fine, coarse hair feeling like raw sandpaper polishing his exposed nerves.

"Fuck," he moans, cock weeping as he courses close to his peak, only from Eddie's dedicated attention on his tits.

Suddenly, Eddie detaches himself from the feast.

"No, no, no, what the fuck?"

"I'm just doing what you want," Eddie's shuffling back on the bed, eyes roaming over the body drawn tight underneath. "I told you, baby, you can't get wet until we're done." The tone makes Buck's dick spurt another glob of precum and he whines at his body's betrayal.

Eddie quirks a grin. Buck is getting so desperate, hips hitching cutely in the air, looking so beautiful when he's a begging mess.

"You're soaked."

"Eddie, please, need you."

Eddie ducks down, breath caressing over the clothed bulge, teasing just for a moment longer until Buck breaks, hesitantly rolling his hips up to brush against Eddie's mouth.

When no admonishment comes, Buck moans and starts to hump, fingers sinking into his hair once more. He gets in a few desperate rubs before he slumps back in frustration. It's not satisfying at all. "Eddie, please. Please, touch me," he begs.

Apparently he's doing something right because he's rewarded with a firm squeeze around his length.

"I didn't even have to teach you that. Good girl," Eddie purrs, finally taking mercy on the other, tongue running across his cock, him groaning at the heady scent of Buck.

He's dimly aware of Buck's hand untangling from his hair, grappling for something just out of his field of vision.

"C-can I?"

Eddie looks up at the breathless question and sees the camera aimed at him. His lips stretch into a smirk in lieu of an answer before he lowers his mouth to fit as much Buck as he can and sucks.

"Fuck!" Buck jerks, almost dropping the camera. Riding the wave of heat, he shakily focuses the lens on Eddie, nearly coming at the way those darkened eyes stare straight at him, stripping him bare, plush lips curling around his bulge, mouthing at it before his cheeks hollow to suckle lightly.

Eddie's always been beautiful but something about the way he's pictured on the screen is so dirty and so, so intoxicating. He clicks, adding him to the collection, just as Eddie tongues at his slit, dragging the textured fabric straight over the exposed head, making his toes curl in pleasure.

His dick is enthusiastically dripping.

"My girl is so wet, isn' she?"

It's spoken as a fact, undeniable in the way that it's practically an understatement. His panties is ruined. Soaked with precum and saliva, clinging to his skin. More slickness dribbles pathetically down to his hole, making it throb for attention.

Waves and waves of pleasure crashes over his skin when Eddie alternate with concentrated lapping at the head and wet, hot suction around his cock.

"Fuck, yes."

"Mmhmm, yes what, sweetheart?" He expects Buck to say something about how wet he is but what comes out is—

"Yes, 'm your girl," Buck moans, still obediently holding himself still. "Only yours."

"Dios, Buck."

Frantic fingers tug at the panties to the side, freeing Buck's length, only to be enveloped by the warmth of Eddie mouth. The taste of Buck explodes across his tongue, and Eddie would thought he'd hate it but it's not bad. Not bad at all when Buck's reduced to begging, voice pitching higher when he sucks the tip, tasting Buck directly at the source. Not bad at all.

He runs his tongue along the length, from root to tip, greedily lapping up the slickness, a dirty smile twitching at his lips when Buck's winking slit gushes with more. "Exactly, you're mine. My sweet girl, getting all wet for me."

His hand reaches up to massage the other's balls, rolling them lightly in his palm, experimentally squeezing firmer when it makes Buck's thighs quiver.  Eddie takes the length in, inch by inch, feeling it hit the back of his throat, muscles flexing against the intrusion which only heightens everything on Buck's end. He begins bobbing up and down, and Buck feels the heat burning through him, enveloping him whole.

"Ed-Eds, 'm close."

Eddie pulls off completely, wiping off the slick dripping down his chin.

"No, no, no, come back. Eddie, please," Buck babbles incoherently as he's roughly dragged away from the edge of another orgasm. "Fuck, please."

"Not yet, baby," Eddie grins. "You dressed up so pretty for me. We don't want to end it so soon."

He strokes Buck's length slowly, featherlight touches providing pressure to keep his release just out of reach. It's falling further and further away, making Buck whine in frustration.

Eddie hovers over him and for the first time that day, Buck can see flashes of uncertainty in his eyes. Uncertainty as they flick down towards his lips.

Oh.

It is an easy decision when he pulls Eddie down into a kiss, tentative and slow despite everything else, those eyes softening.

"Oh, you're just so perfect," Eddie breathes into the space between them and Buck's surging for him again. This time he's more insistent, begging with his tongue instead of his words, kitten licks laved over Eddie's bottom lip, huffing happily when they part. Eddie chuckles before his tongue actually slips into Buck's mouth, delving into the depths, pressing the taste of Buck into himself.

His hand picks up pace on Buck's length, jerking up, up and down, thumb swirling around the head. It's fast and intense and Buck is sprinting to the edge again. It's so, so easy for him to just jump, let himself be swept away in the currents.

He knows it will be torture to stop.

He also knows that that's what Eddie wants.

His fingers tug at the other's hair, detaching him from himself. "Eddie, Eddie, 'm close. I-I can't," he sobs, toes intermittently clenching and relaxing as he fights his release.

Eddie blinks. Then grins. "Perfect. Such a good girl for me," he dips down for another lingering kiss. But his hand doesn't stop or slow down.

"Eddie, please, ca-can I come?"

"Not yet." Eddie swallows the answering sobs.

"Hold it. I know you can, sweetheart."

"I-I can't."

Buck says with conviction. But he knows that Eddie knows that he will try anyway. In the way he finds purchase in the grip in Eddie's hair. in the way he winds his legs around Eddie's waist. In the way he pulls Eddie down again, nipping desperately at his lips.

Once again, he courses right up at the edge and he shakes, holding himself back from coming. "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie."

This time Eddie doesn't stop. His hand continue its rhythm, jerking him fast and shallow, polishing the head with deft strokes of his thumb. Buck's holding on by sheer force of will, the first drops of tears spilling down his cheek.

"Eddie, please. Oh God, please, please, close." This time his words are a plea to stop. For Eddie to take away the maddening touch. Eddie's hands stills.

Buck shudders almost violently through another edge, diving his head to hide his face in the crook of Eddie's neck, sinking his teeth into unmarred skin.

"There you go. You did it, you didn't come," Eddie hushes him, his clean hand scratching through dark curls. "Good girl, you were so good for me."

His words ring true. Buck is so beautiful. Eddie has seen him in so many lights and each one is just another version of him that Eddie wants to hold close and shower with love. Buck as a sobbing mess is apparently also one of them.
Eddie holds him tight, thankfully letting go of his sensitive cock, for a few moments. Until Buck is pulling back, blinking away the remnant of tears from his eyes.

"Hi, sweetheart. You okay?" Eddie asks, drawing him into a soft kiss.

"Yeah," Buck's voice is wrecked but Eddie has never heard anything better.

"Ready to come? I can make it all better."

Buck frowns slightly. His cock is throbbing. It feels like it's gonna fall off. "Not yet," he shakes his head. He can't possibly come yet.

...And he doesn't want to.

"Okay. Too much?" Eddie asks but Buck is already turning away, scrabbling for his drawer. Pulling out a bottle of lube, he brandishes it at Eddie.

"Don't want to come yet," he stresses.

Eddie blink, speechless. Buck can't be— "Fuck it," he curses, diving down to kiss Buck hard, practically devouring him, biting and licking and tasting every inch of his warmth. Buck is perfect.

He takes the lube, uncapping it and drizzling some on his hand in one swift motion. "You are a dream come true, sweetheart," he groans, warming it up before sliding his fingers against Buck's entrance, crudely pushing aside the panties. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

His finger massages the other's rim, relaxing him under his ministrations until he can pop the tip in. Immediately Eddie's met with burning heat, Buck opening up pliantly as he inches the finger deeper.

"You're so hot in here. I should've guessed. A hot, dripping pussy to match the pretty, perfect slut I've got in my hands."

Buck whines, toes curling tight, as Eddie's touch and his easy lewd words propels him higher faster. Eddie's finger is reaching deep in him, stroking along his walls and fuck, I knew it'll feel this good. "Yes, Eddie, yes."

"You teased me so much today, baby. If this is what you wanted, you should just ask." Another finger presses against the entrance.

"C'mon, show me how much you want it."

Buck hears the order and he tries to follow. He rolls his hips back, trying to thrust himself on that finger, but all he manages to do is fuck himself on the one already inside. He's not loose enough.

"Eddie, please," he begs. "No, wait." He can do it, he can show Eddie what a good girl he really is.

His hands reaches down to spread his cheeks apart, his own fingers desperately trying to hold himself open, feet planting into the mattress. It takes a few tries of him wantonly trying to fuck himself onto Eddie's fingers but they slip in. Buck rolls his hips back, moans louder when they fill him up so right.

"Look at that pussy swallowing me up," Eddie says. As if to drive in his point, he draws his fingers out and thrusts them inside, slicking up the pulsing warmth, picking up speed as they plunge deeper and deeper. Between them, Buck is hurtling towards another orgasm.

"'m close, Eddie."

Everything stops.

Buck wails even though he knows he wants it, his body writhing on the bed at another denied opportunity.

Eddie's fingers move again, torturously slow, gently petting him like he had all the time in the would to break Buck into a million pieces. His mouth luxuriantly nibbles and sucks at his neck, marking him up, and Buck is too lost in the throes of climbing pleasure to think about the consequences.

Buck can do nothing but pant, fingers twisting in the sheets, as Eddie scissors him open, another finger prodding at the ready. "More, need more, Eddie."

Again and again, Eddie brings him to the brink of orgasm before ripping it all away.

Sometimes though, he'll intensify the touches until Buck's hoarsely pleading at him to stop, crying out that he can't hold himself anymore. Eddie just laughs, eyes sharp with danger as he pumps Buck with one hand and his other pounding fast in him. He's shaking so much that he's sure he can't come even if he wanted to, body strung tight.

"God, you look even prettier when you cry," Eddie says full of awe and unmasked hunger, as he leans down to kiss the streaming tears away. Four of his fingers are now twisting and thrusting inside Buck, him crooking them to press against his prostate, swallowing the ensuing scream from his lips as Buck thrashes to pull away from the sensations.

He is exquisite.

"Ed-Eds, pl'se," Buck begs. "Pl-pl'se."

"Please, you don't want to come or please, you do?"

Buck doesn't know anymore. Everything is a blur of wild unadulterated pleasure, culminating in a crescendo that feels so good, making his cock dribble freely, his hole twitching greedily, his nipples tingle with Eddie's phantom touches. "Pl'seeee."

Eddie pulls away completely this time. The music stop before he can reach the height. "Nuh, Ed'e," he sobs.

Fingers tangle with Buck's. "Hey, I'm here. I'm still here." He can dimly hear rustling fabric and oh, Eddie will fuck him.

Buck spreads his quivering legs apart, an open invitation. "H're," he's tugging impatiently at the other.

Within in breath of the charged air, Eddie is back where he should be, kissing the life out of Buck. Which isn't much left at this point. He honestly believe that this will be the end of Evan Buckley.

"How are you still a brat?"

Buck grins dopily at the groaned comment. He wants to tell Eddie that it's cause he'd done a horrible job of fucking the brat out of him. But what comes out is a string of garbled mumbles.

He can feel the rumbles of Eddie's laugh from where their chests are pressed together.

Okay maybe he is slightly operating below full capacity. He is trying to gather his bearings — because that's embarrassing — when his mind registers other things. The calming weight of Eddie on him, the pleasant ache in his whole body, the way his cock is bobbing in desperation, the schlick-schlick sound of-of Eddie slicking himself up.

Bearings can be gathered another day. Buck uses what's left of his brainpower for his hand to join Eddie, pumping his length with whatever slickness he gathers from himself — God, why did that just make a shiver wreck his entire body. Eddie feels so big, girthy, and he traces along the prominent veins on that cock, salivating at having this inside him.

Eddie draws back, nudging Buck's hand aside, positioning himself in front of his rim. "Fuck, baby, look at that."

Buck whines in confusion.

"Your pretty pussy is dripping for me." As if on cue, his hole pulses hungrily and the mounds of lube used to fingerfuck him earlier trickles out. "Pretty and pink and wet. I bet you squirt real good too."

"Here's what we're gonna do. Let me take a few pictures of that pussy then I'll fuck you." The words are still registering in his brain as Eddie grabs the discarded camera, but as soon as they do, Buck is hooking his legs over his arms, presenting himself.

"Shit, okay, okay. That's it, my pretty girl," Eddie rasps as he clicks. I'm so sorry Adri. But this is for the greater good.

It feels as if Eddie's talking to his pussy rather than him, a thought that make him drippier on both ends, prompting more dirty praises. It's a cruel feedback that somehow has Buck shaking towards another peak. "Ed—Eds."

Eddie hushes him, moving to put the camera away before Buck stops him, his thumb flicking the camera knob to record. He grins, positioning it on the dresser. "So that's how it is?"

And then Eddie makes good on his promise. He's pressing in, the uncut head breaching him slowly, and Buck's finding his voice back to moan like he's in heat, feet digging in his back, anything to encourage him to go faster. "C'mon, Eds."

It's all overwhelming, feeling the molten heat enveloping him for the first time, Buck writhing and begging underneath him.

"Make me squirt," Buck moans, pussy clenching tight around him.

Eddie's control snaps.

He grabs Buck by the thighs and sheathes himself in one quick thrust, grinning smugly when barely there blues roll into the back of his head. Just when he thinks it couldn’t get better, he roll his hips, drawing back before driving deeper, groaning at the mind-numbing heat pulsing around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So hot and tight."

He's torn between taking his time but at this point, it's drawn out long enough. Eddie noses his way down Buck's chest, latching onto a fat nub, sucking it as he pounds into the other.

It's like Buck's body is a whole mess of exposed of nerve endings. Everywhere Eddie's touches burns him, sending live electricity rushing down his spine. "Eddie, oh my god," Buck arches up into his mouth. The other nipple throbs neglected for a beat before Eddie's slick fingers circles it, tugging it harshly in tandem with his thrusts.

"'m close, please."

Eddie shifts and then he's hitting Buck's prostate dead on. Buck jolts, hole clenching around him, and the sudden tightness makes the other bites the tip in his mouth.

Buck screams.

His cock bobs fiercely and he is sure he's coming, his vision whiting out until he blinks back into himself. And he's still hard.

"I-I can't come, Eddie," Buck sobs, pawing at the other's shoulders. His stupid body is somehow aware that Eddie hasn't given him permission yet.

Eddie let out a litany of curses around the nipple he's soothingly lapping. "You can, okay? I want you to come for me." He picks up his thrusts, bearing his weight on one arm, pounding harder and faster to the gasping sobs of the other.

Buck is delirious with pleasure, keening as Eddie's hand finds his tit, squeezing and fondling it, rough palm dragging over his flushed nipple. Everything feels too much at once but it's perfect. Eddie battering his sweet spot, his length filling him up in ways no one has, his weeping cock bobbing to brush against the lace, his tits tingling deliciously.

It takes a few more thrusts and Eddie whispering in his ear, "Squirt for me, baby."

Then he's falling and falling and falling over the edge. His body seizes, head thrown back in a soundless scream as his cock spurts out ropes of cum, the force of it making some land on his chest. There's a hand curling around his length, stroking and milking him, drawing his orgasm out.

The heat clamping tight around him pushes Eddie over the edge too, biting down on Buck's shoulder as he orgasms, hips jerking shallowly as he pumps the other full. "Fuck, you were so good."

He roughly wipes his hand on the sheets before tenderly brushing his fingers through dark curls, watching patiently until blue eyes blink blearily, focusing back on him.

Buck moans, small and cute, when he feels Eddie still moving in him. He feels so full. A small whine builds from his chest when Eddie stops.

"Why'd y'stop?" He frowns, realizing that apparently it's too much on Eddie's oversensitive cock. "Wuss."

"You did not just call me that after I gave you the best orgasm ever."

"Cocky aren't you?"

"And you're still a brat. Careful, Buckley, maybe one of these days, I'll edge you and won't let you come. At all."

Buck grins. He knows Eddie can feel him twitching excitedly around him.

"Dios, Buck. Seriously?" Eddie starts rocking his hips again.

"You want that? Maybe after I'm done playing with you, I'll ice you down and lock you little cock up."

Buck whines at the thought of just being a plaything for Eddie.

"Or maybe I'll just let you deal with it. Leave it throbbing and dribbling for you to figure out. How long do you think it'll take for you to soften? You'll have to ice it yourself."

"Can you imagine that? Your whole body begging for release, just one more stroke and you'll be squirting. It will be so good. But you know you want to be a good girl. So you have to bring the ice pack closer and closer, your hips jerking away from your own touch, until you press it down on your cock. It's so cold and it's nice until you start to soften. Crying at the pleasure that you won't experience. Maybe I'll make you hump it before you put that cock away." Buck already knows that that's what he'll do. Fuck, he will do it just because Eddie says so.

"How long did you last before?" They know he's talking about the period of sperm donor. "We'll make it longer this time. The best part is you have to touch yourself, tease yourself, every morning and every night. And every time I ask you to."

He doesn't know if he will survive that.

Not coming for so long. Not now when he's opened to the realm of Eddie, of Eddie fucking him, of Eddie touching him, of Eddie teasing his dick and his tits. Not when just his voice and words has his blood rushing south, his cock rising to attention again.

"When I tell you to play with your titties, you'll do it until you're soaking your pretty panties. When I tell you to play with your pussy, I want to see you bounce on your toys until I tell you to stop. When I tell you to touch you clit, I want your hands down your pants immediately, no matter where we are. Understand?"

The insistent sound of knocking and an annoying voice rouse Eddie from his sleep.

His head cocks to the side, brushing against a bed of curls. The ticklish wayward strands makes him wrinkle his nose, an amused smile quirking his lips. Wrong side.

Tilting his head to the other, he can finally make out the words clearly. That and the deafening screeches of Valak's uglier cousin.

"Evan! Evan! Open the door."

Why the hell is he here? Eddie frowns ready to get off the bed and tell him off when he realizes that he's the one that shouldn't be here. Technically.

He scans the area for his shirt, finding it and works on untangling himself from the giant octopus wound around his whole body. At least he can tell Tommy to shut up before he wakes Buck.

"Mmmhhm, Ed'e. Whuh?"

Too late.

"'s too loud," Buck mumbles, burrowing deeper into the crook of the other's neck. Everything is pleasantly aching but that noise is going to tip him into annoyed soon. And why is Eddie trying to move? a small voice pipes up. It all quietens down when a large hand runs circles on his back, Eddie hushing him softly, making him relax back into his hold.

Now that Buck is awake, the right thing to do is to tell him that his boyfriend is outside the door. Right?

"Buck, hey," Eddie calls him softly. Buck hums, the vibrations making his heart swell three times the size. Most of the times he can't believe the overgrown golden retriever can be cute and soft. But if fluffy is a person, it's Buck. Buck doesn't move though, other than sleepily nuzzling further into the warm body. "Buck, Tommy's here."

"Yeah? Leave him outside."

Eddie can't help the snort. "Leave him outside?"

"Yes, Eddie," he huffs. "I have better things to do at the moment." Better things being peppering tiny kisses along the column of Eddie's neck.

"What if he tries to come in?"

"He doesn't have a key."

He doesn't have a key.

He doesn't have a key.

Somehow that statement floods Eddie with euphoria, with a sense of vindication, with a feeling not unlike lazy smirk on a smugly stretching feline who knows he's the one calling the shots.

"Hey, baby," he's too high to feel bad for disrupting Buck from his happy hums, fingers tilting the other's face up.

Buck frowns momentarily before his lips are claimed in a languid kiss, soft like the cotton sheets pooling between his bare legs, slow like the strokes of Eddie's thumb across his cheek, safe like how he feels held in Eddie's arms.

Yet it kicks him awake better than shots and he's reciprocating, tongue tracing along his bottom lip, hands gripping his waist as he tastes something that is purely Eddie.

They part with pink flushes high on both their cheeks. Although Buck would maintain that Eddie's is worse. But he has never looked prettier.

"You're being smug," Buck points out. It's obvious by the smirk dancing over his glistening lips, those hazel eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"No, I'm not."

As if on cue the knocking gets louder. "Evan! Open the door!"

It dawns on Buck. Eddie is not a good man.

Neither is he because he's dragging Eddie back in.

The hollering finally stops. Buck gets a moment of Finally, thank god before Eddie's phone starts ringing. He groans when the other pulls away to pick it up.

"It's Tommy," Eddie says, flashing him the screen. He shrugs. Eddie can answer it if he wants. What Buck will do in return depends.

"Hey, what's up?" Eddie greets the man on the line, fingers absentmindedly playing with a stray curl. He really can't think of a more annoying thing to do but this is the closest to gloating he can get. And the petty bitch inside needs it.

"Hey, Eddie!" Just wanna ask if Buck's with you?

"Buck? No. I thought he went back to the loft."

"Yeah but I'm in front of his place and he's not answering."

"Oh, have you tried calling?"

"His phone is off."

Eddie raises an eyebrow at that but Buck just blinks innocently.

"I don't know, dude. What the hell is he playing at." 

Something about Tommy's tone rubs him the wrong way. Buck must've seen his expression change because he's laying a hand over Eddie's chest, mouthing at him to cut the call short.

Eddie's about to do so when Tommy says something that piques his interest.

"He was supposed to show me something. Got me all excited and now he's gone."

"Oh yeah, that something. Buck showed me already." Yes, that's him being cocky. Sue him. He can feel Buck burning holes in his head.

Unfortunately he misses the moment the other's face flickers with a decision made.

"No, Eddie. You don't understand. This is a special kind of something." 

Tommy's laugh is a little too far on the side of condescending.

"Yeah, it's really special," Eddie agrees, unfortunately having to mask the glee with a hint of dumb understanding. "The best."

"No, you're not getting it. This isn't a movie or a video game or one of those dumb articles he likes."

Eddie makes a strangled sound of anger. Fucking audacity to expect some special shit from Buck when that's how he speaks about him. Eddie is ready to give him a piece of his mind when he chokes on air. His head whips to look down at the other. Who is slowly rolling his hips, grinding his steadily rising cock against Eddie's thigh.

"Eddie, you okay, man? I think you cut out."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Eddie tries to bat Buck away but he's persistent. "Listen, I have to go now but I'll let you know if I hear from him."

"Thanks. It'll be good to know that he's just fucking around and not getting into an accident or something."

The him in question that is currently eagerly humping Eddie and dipping his head down to bite a mark on his neck. He hisses at the sharp pain, fingers tightening to tug Buck's head back and the other actually moans.

"Whoa! Having a girl over?"

"Yeah. Sorry, man. I wish I could talk but I need to give my girl some attention," he directs the last words at his girl, dark gaze watching as Buck's pupils dilate, his rhythm faltering into jerkier thrusts. Thankfully, he stays quiet.

"Sure, sure. Listen I know you rejected my offer and you're not into dudes. What if I just watch?"

Eddie's body is honest to God getting whiplash for being incredibly turned on by Buck and absolutely disgusted that his balls are trying to shrink back into his body. He flips on the side of arousal though when Buck gets up to straddle him. He's not—

He is. Casually holding himself open, Buck eases himself down, wet hole swallowing Eddie's cock greedily, soft moans accompanying every inch he slides down.

"I don't know, man, I really don't like to share. But here's a peek," he says as he sits up. Draws the phone between them, eyes glancing to check with Buck.

At the tiniest nod, Eddie smirks, fingers flicking a flushed nipple sharply.

"Eddie, fuck," Buck jolts, voice pitching high in a whine at the painpleasure on the tingling nub. His thighs quake harder when Eddie proceeds to tweak and tug at the sore tip. "Oh my God, Eddie."

"C'mon, sweetheart. Get to work, I wanna see you bounce on my cock," Eddie groans, smirking when Buck eagerly does so. "You're so tight around me, baby."

"Fuck yes—"

But Eddie's already ending the call, tossing his phone somewhere to the side to free both his hands to find purchase on Buck's hips. "Go on then. Show me what a good girl you can be."