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Eddie hadn’t meant to say anything.
The words hadn’t even been on the tip of his tongue when Buck showed up at his door. He’d gotten used to hiding it, to pushing it down. It wasn’t something they needed to talk about, it was something that Eddie could control. So, no, he hadn’t meant to say anything.
But then Buck had knocked on the door, his voice a little too casual as he pushed past Eddie to pace around the kitchen as he mentioned the date. With Tommy. It had been a date. With Tommy. Harbour Tommy. Used to be at the 118 Tommy. Eddie's ‘friend that Buck tried to maim him over’ Tommy. When Eddie and Marisol had seen them… it was a date. When Eddie went back home and broke up with his girlfriend because he couldn't deny its end anymore, it had been a date. And that kind of fried Eddie’s brain.
Buck didn’t even seem all that into it, barely managing a shrug as he talked about the guy in a way that felt more like obligation than interest. And Eddie’s mind just kept hearing “it was a date,” repeated over and over again.
“It doesn’t—” Buck started, but Eddie stopped him, finally regaining his composure.
“Don’t say it doesn’t change anything.”
Buck blinked. “Why not? I mean, it—”
“Because it does,” Eddie said, breathless. His heart was pounding, and he could feel heat crawling up his neck. “Because I’ve known for a while now. That I’m—”
He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, but he waved his hand weakly in the air. He didn’t need to say anything else though, because Buck’s expression softened, eyes wide, lips slightly parted as he nodded in understanding.
“I’ve known for about a year,” Eddie admitted. “But I didn’t say anything because then I’d have to admit why I figured it out. And I didn’t think you would–well that you’d feel the same. The way that I do. So, I just never….”
“Eddie,” Buck said, his voice low as Eddie’s words trailed off between them. He stepped closer, just a breath of space between them now. “When Tommy kissed me goodnight, all I could think about was how I wished it was you instead.”
Eddie froze, not expecting that and not quite knowing what to do about it.
Then Buck’s hand touched his face, cupping his jaw, thumb brushing over the stubble at his cheek. The kiss came next, sudden and a little sloppy, like they’d both been waiting for years and couldn’t spare a second more. Their mouths collided, tongues wet and eager, hands grasping at clothing, clutching at skin.
Eddie felt like he was burning alive.
Buck’s hands were in his hair within moments, tugging gently. Eddie’s own hands went to Buck’s chest, then slid down his torso, finding the hem of his shirt and pushing it up. Buck groaned into his mouth as Eddie touched him, fingertips skimming the skin around his stomach, his hips, and climbing upwards.
They stumbled back toward the couch, pushing and pulling each other into a more comfortable position. Buck’s belt clinked under Eddie’s shaky fingers, and he knelt between Buck’s knees without a second thought, kissing down his stomach, tracing the hard line of muscle with his mouth in a way that was almost worshipful. He pushed Buck’s shirt up further, until they took it off completely, one of them tossing it behind Buck, and hoping they’d find it later. Eddie returned the favor, his button up finding it still on, but buttons popped open, Buck’s fingers tracing at his abs.
He had just finally gained more confidence, his fingers working to unbuckle the belt he’d been holding onto, when Buck’s phone rang.
They both froze.
Buck groaned when he grabbed for the offending device and saw that name on his screen.. “It’s Tommy.”
Eddie looked up at him, fingers still on the belt in front of him. This might not have been something he’d done before, but there was a sharp burst of arousal in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the phone in Buck’s hand. “you gonna answer it?”
“I should,” Buck said, flushed, his chest heaving, as his eyes zeroed in on Eddie’s fingers. “I have to tell him I’m not interested. It’d be a dick move not to.”
Eddie smiles as he nodded, “It would.” He kept going, popping the button and then slowly unzipping Buck’s jeans. “Then you’d better keep it together,” he whispered.
“Eds–”
But Eddie was already mouthing at the bulge in his underwear, tugging the waistband down gently with his teeth until Buck sprang free, hard and flushed, already leaking. Buck’s eyes went wide as he moaned out a soft “yes,” his fingers fumbling with the answer button on his phone.
“He–hey, Tommy.”
Eddie didn’t wait for anything else. He licked a slow, deliberate stripe from base to tip, watching Buck’s muscles tense as he sucked the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He didn’t know quite what he was doing, knowing that he had very little finesse. But he focused on the feel of Buck inside his mouth, sucking experimentally, and pulling on every little thing that made him feel good, hoping to recreate that for Buck. And the way his breath hitched,hips jerking up involuntarily, Eddie thought he must be doing an okay job.
“Yeah I uh–, I had a nice time too,” Buck’s voice was shaky, but he kept it together well.
Eddie moaned low in his throat just loud enough for only them to hear, and felt Buck throb against his tongue. He sucked deeper, hand curling around the base, pumping slowly in a steady rhythm. The taste of him was salty and clean, and Eddie felt something raw and thrilled spark in his gut.
Jesus. He liked this. He liked this so fucking much.
He’d thought about it, sure. Wondered what it would be like. Jerked off with a hand between his legs and Buck’s name in his throat as he fantasized about it. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the way it actually felt. What it was like to have Buck in his mouth, panting underneath him, trying to keep his voice even while talking to someone else. It was equal parts thrilling and overwhelming in the best way.
“I just—mmm—I just think we’re maybe looking for–for uh– different th–things,” Buck was saying, but Eddie couldn’t find it within himself to attempt to follow the conversation.
Eddie swirled his tongue again, sucking harder. He hollowed his cheeks and took him deeper, relaxing his throat inch by inch as he pushed himself further. Buck grunted softly, a hitch in his breath that made Eddie throb in his own jeans as he felt the way his best friend held back so he didn’t thrust down Eddie’s throat.
He was hard—ridiculously hard—and he didn’t even care.
This wasn’t just good. It was right. It was perfect. It made sense in a way nothing else ever had sexually or romantically in Eddie’s life. The weight of Buck on his tongue, the helpless sounds he made, the tension thrumming under his skin; it all had Eddie aching, heart racing, mouth greedy.
“I’m really flattered, I just—fuck—”
Eddie pulled off just to catch his breath, licking a stripe up the underside of Buck’s cock, then tonguing under the head while his hand kept a steady pace. Buck was biting his lip hard enough to leave teeth marks, a little bit of blood blooming against the teeth marks.
“Take care,” Buck finally whispered, voice completely wrecked, as he hung up and tossed his phone across the room
“Fucking hell, Eddie.”
Eddie still didn’t stop. If anything, he went harder now, sucking him back in with purpose, bobbing his head and using both hands now, one stroking what he couldn’t take and the other bracing on Buck’s thigh.
Buck was a mess. His head had dropped back, eyes shut tight, knuckles white as he gripped the couch cushion. His hips kept twitching like he wanted to thrust, and Eddie didn’t stop him, didn’t want to. Just let him fuck shallowly into his mouth, feeling as he got closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop,” Buck gasped.
Eddie moaned again, the vibrations making Buck writhe.
“You’re so—fuck—good at this,” Buck choked out, voice hoarse and reverent. “How are you–God–”
Eddie felt drunk on it. The sounds, the taste, the power. Buck was losing his mind under him, and Eddie had never felt anything like it.
And fuck, fuck, he liked dick. He liked this dick. The way it curved, the velvet-soft skin stretched over heat and hardness. The way Buck’s hand settled into his hair, not forcing, just there. A grounding point. A silent plea.
“You’re gonna make me—” Buck said through gritted teeth. “I’m so close.”
Eddie tightened his lips and sucked faster, letting his wrist twist at the base, jerking just a little firmer, taking him as deep as he could until Buck’s thighs were shaking.
“I don’t wanna come yet,” Buck whined. “You’re gonna—shit, Eddie—”
But it was too late to try to stop it.
Buck let out a sharp, broken moan and came hard, hips jerking upwards. Eddie felt it hit the back of his throat, thick and hot, and swallowed around him, still sucking until Buck’s cock twitched in oversensitivity and he tried to gently push him away with weak arms.
Eddie pulled off with a slick sound, licking his lips, and breathing hard.
Buck stared down at him, flushed and wide-eyed. “You’re evil.”
“You love it.”
Buck reached down and pulled him up, dragged him into a kiss that was soft and salty and a little bit desperate. His tongue licked into Eddie’s mouth, tasting himself on Eddie’s tongue and groaning like he couldn’t get enough.
“I do love it. I’ve wanted this for so long,” Buck whispered.
Eddie rested their foreheads together, still dazed, not quite sure if he believed what had just happened. “Me too.”
Buck cupped his cheek again. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
And he was. His mind was still spinning and his jeans were still uncomfortably tight, but the clarity was unmistakable. He wanted Buck, always had, and now he didn’t have to pretend otherwise.