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"Shhh, baby. We gotta be quiet, remember?"

Buck nods, desperate. Right, quiet— he can do quiet. He bites his lip, trying to keep in another wave of begging as Tommy grinds into him, keeping a torturous, steady pace that's slowly driving Buck insane. He'll be good. He'll be so, so good, he swears.

He tilts his chin, a silent plea that doesn't go unnoticed as Tommy pulls him into a filthy kiss, drowning his moans as he holds Buck's face in place.

"We don't want Eddie to wake up, do we?" Tommy reminds him once he lets go, patronizing in a way that only servers to make his dick harder. Buck can feel it twitch at the reminder that Eddie's just down the hallway, barely holding in a groan at the thought.

They should be more careful.

Buck knows that. He knows that they're treading on a fine line; that what they're doing is risky, borderline inappropriate. That if they're caught, at best it'll make things awkward for a while, and at worst, it could ruin everything. But they can't help it.

It's become a habit, lately. Whenever they've hung out with Eddie these days, together or one-on-one, it has always ended up the same way: with Buck and Tommy in bed (or on the couch, the kitchen counter, the shower, against the wall…), whispering filth as they make a game of winding each other up at the thought of the other man— half the time, like tonight, with Eddie's still in the other room, sleeping innocently unaware of his best friends fantasizing about him. It shouldn't be as hot as it is. It should make him feel guilty, like a creep.

Yet it only felt inevitable.

He thought it was jealousy at first. His own possessiveness creeping in again, whenever his boyfriend hung out with Eddie by himself or the three of them spent time together— making him feel so high-strung and feel the need to rub all over Tommy as soon Eddie was out of sight, as if marking his territory. It'd been a simple— if a bit shameful, Buck thought he'd been over it already— answer. It fit. He tried to be subtle about it, to not bring attention to it. They'd always been a, let's say, physical couple, surely the pattern wasn't that obvious.

It wasn't until the third time they fucked just out of hearing range of Eddie and Tommy asked— in that dry, slightly condescending way of his— whether he'd been trying to be heard on purpose, shocking Buck with an orgasm that shook him to his core, that the truth became clear.

Luckily, Tommy was very much into it.

"Or maybe you do," Tommy says, his voice barely above a whisper, bringing him back into the moment. "You can't help it, can you? You want him to know— want him too see you getting fucked within an inch of your life, so he— so he can know all the naughty thoughts you have of him."

Buck moans, loudly and unashamedly, before he can remember himself.

"Yeah, yeah— Tommy, please— like that, just like that, yeah— oh fuck, mhmm—” he cuts himself off as Tommy picks up the pace, shoving his face on the pillow to avoid screaming.

"Shh, we gotta be quiet, remember?" he asks, and it'd almost sound sarcastic if Tommy wasn't so out of breath. Tommy shivers, letting out a deep groan. "Fuck, kid, you're taking me so deep. Evan."

Tommy pulls him in again, stealing kisses as he drapes himself over him— his large body caging Buck's as he fucks into him tirelessly. It feels so fucking good. Buck can't help but get lost into it; he's always been a little obsessed with making out.

"Maybe," Tommy starts again, speaking right into his ear, "maybe he's already listening. Can you picture it? He'd get so fucking awkward about it, but he wouldn't be able to stop. Who can blame him? You beg so pretty, Evan. So good. He'd try not to, you know, but he'd give in."

Buck tries to imagine it— can already picture it; Eddie squirming on the couch, hard and so fucking confused and guilty about it, as he listens to them. Would he even take his cock out? No, he decides. He'd be too self-conscious. Buck bets he'd just touch himself through his pants, too afraid of being caught red-handed to try anything more than that. All tense and straitlaced.

They could teach him to let go of that— to give in. Show him what he's missing out on.

"Maybe you should help him get there, yeah? Show him how good you can be to him, Evan."

He nods, tears threatening to spill. “Yeah, yeah, uh please, I'll be good—”

Buck's already close, and Tommy must be able to tell because he grabs his cock between them and helps get him there, trying to match their speed— he continues to whisper fantasies to Buck, who's a little too out of it to pay any attention, making little fucked out noises as Tommy continues to drive into him, their thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Buck feels as if he's hanging on by a thread, reality and fantasy becoming one as his body shakes with the impending orgasm— but it's only when Tommy slips out a hand to slap his ass that he gets there, pulling him into a sloppy kiss so he won't wake the entire neighborhood as pleasure overtakes him all at once, coming all over their chests.

It doesn't take long for Tommy to follow, fucking into him messily as Buck holds himself open with shaky hands.

They hold each other, satisfied.

It's almost enough to ignore the empty space at their side.