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Look Eddie was … Eddie. He wasn't the horniest or the most affectionate person in his relationships. If he had to explain his sex life in two words it would be “Good work.” and nothing more.
Sure, he was good at it but he didn't really think about it too hard – just one of those things you did when you liked someone, or when the mood hit right. He never had the urge to jump on his partners or have them in the most bizarre places or to stare longingly at someone across a room or write poetry about collarbones.
It wasn’t that he was cold. He liked people, liked touch, liked the quiet after but there was this fuzzy zone people talked about, with fire and obsession and hunger, and he just nodded along like he got it. He didn't.
But it all changed the moment he realized he was in love with Buck.
- Eyes, nose, lips
Buck was leaning against the lockers across the aisle, a half-smile playing on his lips as he talked to Chimney. The fluorescent lights of the firehouse were harsh but they caught something in Buck’s eyes, a flash of startling blue that made Eddie’s breath hitch.
It was like looking into the deepest part of the ocean, impossibly clear and vibrant. And then, Eddie’s gaze drifted to the birthmark. It was a delicate splash of pink against the fair skin of his eyebrow, a small, unique imperfection that Eddie had noticed a hundred times before. But tonight, it seemed softer, somehow.
His eyes moved lower, tracing the curve of Buck’s nose. It was straight, strong, with a slight bump just above the bridge that Eddie had always found oddly endearing. He’d seen that nose smudged with soot, dripping with sweat, wrinkled in concentration. But now, in the harsh light, it seemed sculpted, almost elegant. He imagined the feel of it, cool and smooth against his own skin, and another jolt, sharper this time, went through him.
And then his eyes landed on Buck’s lips. They were parted slightly as he spoke, a perfect cupid's bow the same shade of soft pink as the birthmark. Eddie had seen Buck laugh, shout, bite his lip a million times. But at this moment, they looked…lush. Full. He found himself wondering, with a sudden, unexpected jolt, what they would feel like. Soft? Warm? He imagined the gentle pressure, the slight give, and a heat, unfamiliar and intense, bloomed low in his gut.
He swallowed hard. He felt a strange, almost panicked urge to look away, to break the spell that seemed to have settled over him. This wasn't how he felt about people. He didn't stare at mouths, didn't get lost in the color of eyes. He was "Good work." Solid. Reliable. Not…this.
But he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He watched Buck’s lips move, forming words he couldn’t hear, and a wave of hunger washed over him. It wasn’t the familiar, comfortable fondness he felt for his best friend. This was a sharp, aching need that tightened his chest and made his hands feel clumsy. He wanted to reach out, to touch, to feel the softness of that pink skin against his own, to trace the curve of that nose, to get lost in those blue eyes.
He gripped his clothes tighter, his knuckles white. He needed to get out of here. He needed to put distance between himself and this sudden, overwhelming intensity. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, but he knew, with a terrifying certainty, that it had everything to do with Buck. And for the first time in his life, "Good work" felt utterly, completely inadequate.
- Shoulders.
The gym air was thick and humid, smelling of sweat and iron. Eddie was on the bench, the weight heavy on his chest, but his focus had drifted, snagged by the sight of Buck doing pull-ups across the room.
And God, it was the shoulders. Not just shoulders, but Buck's shoulders. They were a goddamn masterpiece of sculpted muscle, slick with sweat that gleamed under the harsh gym lights. Each pull-up was a deliberate, powerful movement, and with every upward surge, the muscles of his back and shoulders flexed and rippled, a breathtaking display of raw strength.
Eddie’s breath hitched, a hot, tight knot forming in his gut. He watched, mesmerized, as Buck’s lats flared, wide and defined, connecting to those impossibly broad shoulders. He saw the subtle shift of the scapulae, the way the skin stretched taut over the hard planes of muscle.
He imagined running his hands over that expanse of muscle, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, the tautness of the tissue beneath his palms. He pictured his fingers digging into the thick curve of his deltoids, tracing the defined lines of his traps, feeling the sheer, unyielding strength that lay beneath the surface. He wanted to feel those shoulders bunched under his touch, to feel the power they held.
As Buck lowered himself slowly, controlled, Eddie could almost feel the tension in those muscles, the effort it took to resist gravity. It was a controlled power, a deliberate strength, and it sent a jolt of pure lust through him. He imagined those shoulders pressing down on him, the weight of them a thrilling pressure, a delicious surrender.
His own set was forgotten, the weight on his chest a distant discomfort compared to the burning intensity in his core. He wanted to bury his face in the curve of Buck’s neck, to feel the sweat-slicked skin against his lips, to taste the salt and the heat. He wanted to feel those powerful arms wrap around him, to be held against that solid, muscular chest.
He finished his set on autopilot, the weight clattering onto the rack with a force he didn't intend. His hands were shaking, not from exertion, but from the sheer force of the craving that was consuming him. He needed to get out of here.
But the image was burned into his mind: undeniable sex appeal of Buck’s shoulders. And the fuzzy zone wasn’t fuzzy anymore. It was a raging fire.
- Biceps.
So long the shift had been long and brutal, the kind that left you sore in places you didn’t know you had muscles. Eddie was slumped on the couch in the loft, nursing a lukewarm coffee. Buck was across the room, stretching out his arms, the movements slow and deliberate.
And that's when it happened. Buck reached overhead, his t-shirt riding up slightly, exposing the lower curve of his bicep. It was a simple movement, an everyday occurrence, but in that moment, under the soft lighting of the loft, it hit Eddie with the force of a physical blow.
Buck's biceps. They were…significant. Not just toned, but genuinely beefy, with a density that spoke of power and strength. As he stretched, the muscle tightened and shifted under the skin, a smooth, defined curve that was both impressive and utterly captivating.
A strange, intense urge, sharp and sudden, surged through Eddie. He wanted to bite it. Not a gentle peck, but a real, teeth-on-muscle bite. The thought was so immediate, so visceral, that it stole his breath. He imagined the feel of his teeth pressing into that solid flesh, the slight give, the underlying firmness. He pictured the warmth radiating from the muscle, the taste of his skin.
It was a completely wild, inappropriate thought, and it sent a wave of heat through him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the coffee. He watched, mesmerized, as Buck lowered his arm, the muscle relaxing slightly but still holding its impressive shape.
He imagined the weight of that arm, the power it held. He pictured pressing his face against that bicep, feeling the smooth skin against his lips, the hard muscle beneath.
Buck started doing some arm circles, and with each rotation, the bicep flexed and relaxed.. Eddie's gaze was locked on it, tracing the curve, imagining the feel of it under his touch.
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the sudden intensity of his desire making him restless. This was…new. And frankly, a little alarming. It was a raw, almost primal urge, centered entirely on his biceps.
Buck finished his stretching and turned towards the kitchen, oblivious to the turmoil he had just unleashed in Eddie. Eddie forced himself to look away, taking a long, unsteady sip of his coffee. His heart was pounding, and the image of Buck's bicep, and the almost overwhelming urge to bite it, was burned into his mind.
- Back
Buck was at the lat pulldown machine, facing away from Eddie. He was mid-set, pulling the bar down towards his chest. And his back… Eddie’s breath hitched.
As Buck pulled the weight down, his back muscles tightened and flexed, each one standing out in sharp relief against his skin. It was a magnificent. Eddie found himself staring, his own fatigue forgotten. He watched the way the muscles moved, the way they bunched and released with each repetition, a living, breathing testament to Buck’s dedication and natural build.
And a sudden, intense wave of something akin to lust, mixed with awe, washed over Eddie. He wanted to touch that back. To run his hands over those defined muscles, to feel the heat and power radiating from them. He imagined the texture of the skin, the hard, unyielding muscle beneath.
He watched as Buck extended his arms, the muscles lengthening but still holding their impressive shape. He pictured pressing his face against that broad back, feeling the warmth of his skin, the solidness of the muscle against his cheek. He wanted to inhale the scent of him, the mix of sweat and Buck, a scent that was uniquely his.
He shifted on the bench, feeling a sudden restlessness. He was staring, and thinking things he absolutely should not be thinking, not here, not now. He forced himself to look away, focusing on the weights, on the routine of the gym.
But the image of Buck’s back was burned into his mind. The intense desire to touch it, to feel that raw strength under his hands, lingered. It was a new dimension to his feelings for Buck, a raw, physical pull that was both unsettling and undeniably potent. And as he finished his workout, his body tired but his mind buzzing, he knew that the fuzzy zone was expanding, becoming more defined, and filled with the surprisingly intense desire to explore the landscape of Buck's back.
- Belly
The pizza box lay open on the coffee table, a few forgotten slices still nestled inside. Eddie and Buck were reclined on the couch, the post-dinner laziness settling in.
Buck was half-lying on his side, his back propped up against the armrest, one arm resting across his stomach. He was wearing a slightly faded t-shirt, the kind that had seen a few too many washes and had softened into a comfortable drape.
And Eddie found his gaze drifting to Buck’s middle.
Now, Buck wasn’t fat. Not by a long shot. Eddie saw him at the gym, saw the muscles he built. He knew there was a solid core of strength there. But Buck also loved food. And after a long, hard shift, or a particularly stressful call, he indulged. And sometimes, that indulgence showed up as a soft layer, a slight roundness, over his otherwise muscular frame.
Tonight was one of those nights. The t-shirt wasn’t tight, but it hugged just enough to show the gentle curve of his belly. And for some reason, Eddie found himself fascinated by it.
It was a different kind of attraction than the one he felt for Buck’s obvious muscles. He pictured the feel of it under his hand. Not the hard, unyielding muscle he’d imagined touching on his back, but something softer, warmer.
He thought about the times they’d crashed on the couch after a tough day, Buck’s head sometimes resting on his shoulder, their bodies comfortably close. He’d felt the solidness of Buck then, but there was also a softness, a human warmth that went beyond just muscle and bone.
He watched the way Buck’s fingers lightly drummed on his stomach, a restless habit he had when he was relaxed. Eddie imagined those fingers tracing patterns on his own skin, the warmth of his hand, the slight softness of his belly pressed against him.
He was staring again. He knew he was. It was a different kind of staring this time, less about raw power and more about a quiet, comfortable intimacy.
Buck shifted again, letting out a soft sigh. He stretched, his arm reaching up over his head, and the t-shirt pulled taut across his middle, emphasizing the soft curve.
Eddie’s breath hitched slightly. He forced himself to look away, his gaze landing on the forgotten pizza box. He picked up a slice, trying to distract himself with the mundane act of eating.
But the image of Buck’s soft middle, the gentle curve under the faded t-shirt, lingered in his mind. It was a different kind of lust, a softer, warmer kind, intertwined with a deep sense of comfort and a quiet, undeniable attraction to the very real, very human shape of the man next to him. The fuzzy zone was definitely expanding, and it was starting to feel less like a zone and more like a multifaceted landscape.
- Thighs
Eddie and Buck were sprawled on the couch, a comfortable, familiar weight settling between them. They’d been watching some ridiculously over-the-top action movie.
He shifted, settling deeper into the cushions, and his arm brushed against Buck’s. Buck was wearing basketball shorts, the kind that were loose and soft, and as Eddie’s arm made contact, he felt the warmth of Buck’s skin.
And then his gaze drifted downwards. Buck had his legs stretched out in front of him, his feet propped up on the coffee table. And Eddie found his eyes fixed on Buck’s thighs.
They were… substantial. Not in a heavy way, but in a strong, solid way. The fabric of the shorts wasn’t tight, but it draped just enough to show the underlying shape. Eddie could see the swell of muscle, the clear definition of his quads, even in the dim light. There was a dusting of hair, golden in the faint light.
Eddie swallowed, suddenly feeling a little dry. He knew Buck was strong. He saw it every day at work, in the way he lifted, the way he moved. But seeing his legs like this, relaxed but still clearly powerful, was… different.
He imagined the feel of those muscles, the firmness under his touch. He pictured running his hand along the curve of his thigh, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He wondered if they were as hard as they looked, or if there was a surprising softness to them.
His mind conjured images of Buck running, the powerful pump of his legs, the muscles working in perfect rhythm. He thought about the way Buck moved, the effortless grace he had despite his size, and how much of that must come from the strength in his legs.
A warmth spread through Eddie, a slow, building heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. It was a purely physical response, a raw, undeniable attraction to the sheer power and form of Buck’s thighs.
He was so caught up in his thoughts, in the landscape of Buck's legs, that he almost missed it when Buck shifted, pulling his legs back slightly. The movement broke Eddie's trance, and he blinked, his eyes refocusing on the blank TV screen.
He risked a quick glance at Buck's face. He was looking at the screen too, a faint smile playing on his lips. He seemed completely unaware of the direction Eddie’s thoughts had taken.
Eddie took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. This was getting… intense. The fuzzy zone was definitely expanding, and it was starting to feel less like a comfortable ambiguity and more like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap. He had to get a grip. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.
"Man, that movie was awful," He said, forcing a light tone.
Buck chuckled, turning his head to look at Eddie. "Yeah, don't know how it got that score on Letterbox ."
Eddie smiled back, a genuine smile now, the intensity of his thoughts momentarily pushed aside by the simple, comfortable reality of Buck’s presence next to him. But even as he talked about the movie, a part of his awareness was still focused on the solid warmth of Buck’s thigh, just inches away, a silent testament to a growing, undeniable attraction.
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Eddie pushed Buck against the wall, his body pressing firmly against him, his voice a low growl as he said, "I've wanted this for so fucking long, baby. You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this, under my hands."
Buck's breath hitched, his heart pounding as he felt the evidence of Eddie's desire pressing against his hip. "Eddie," He gasped, his hands gripping Eddie's shoulders tightly.
Eddie pulled back slightly, his eyes burning into Buck's. "I want you to know how much I want you, Buck. I want you to feel it, to hear it, to understand it." He captured Buck's mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue exploring with a hunger that left Buck breathless.
Buck moaned into the kiss, his body arching against Eddie's, seeking more friction, more contact. Eddie's hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, claiming. He gripped Buck's ass, pulling their hips together, letting Buck feel the full extent of his desire. "Fuck, Buck," he groaned. "I need you so bad."
Eddie trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down Buck's neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. Buck's head fell back against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensations. "Eddie, please." He begged, his voice hoarse with desire.
Eddie made quick work of their shirts, tossing them aside, his eyes roaming over Buck's bare chest with a hunger that made Buck's breath hitch. "You're so fucking perfect." Eddie murmured, his hands tracing the lines of Buck's muscles.
Buck reached for Eddie's pants, pushing them down urgently, his own following soon after. Eddie kicked them off, his body pressing against Buck's once more, their lengths aligning, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.
Eddie captured Buck's mouth in another searing kiss, his hands gripping Buck's hips, holding him in place as he began to move, their bodies sliding together, the pleasure building with each thrust of their hips. "Buck," Eddie groaned. "I need to feel all of you."
Buck nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Eddie. Please." He turned, pressing his hands against the wall, offering himself to Eddie.
Eddie's hands gripped Buck's hips, his thumbs spreading him open, his touch gentle yet firm. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down Buck's spine, his teeth grazing his skin, sending shivers of pleasure through Buck's body. "So fucking beautiful," Eddie murmured. "I could look at you like this forever."
Buck pushed back against Eddie, a silent plea for more. Eddie chuckled, a low, sexy sound. "Impatient, are we?" He teased, his fingers probing, stretching, preparing Buck for him.
Buck let out a low moan, his body pushing back against Eddie's fingers, desperate for more. "Eddie, please," he begged, his voice hoarse with need.
Eddie positioned himself at Buck's entrance, his hands gripping his hips tightly. "I've got you, Buck," he murmured. "I've got you."
With a slow, steady push, Eddie entered Buck, their bodies joining in the most intimate of ways. Buck let out a low moan, his body stretching to accommodate Eddie, the sensation of fullness overwhelming and perfect. "Eddie," He gasped, his hands gripping the wall for support.
Eddie began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, rhythmic pace, his body slapping against Buck's with each push. "Buck," he groaned. "So perfect. You're so perfect."
Buck pushed back against Eddie, meeting each thrust with his own, their bodies moving in sync, the pleasure building with each touch, each kiss, each whispered word of desire.
Eddie suddenly pulled out, leaving Buck feeling empty and wanting. "What are you–" Buck started to ask, but Eddie cut him off with a kiss as he pulled Buck to the bed. He laid Buck down gently, his body covering Buck's as he settled between his thighs.
"I want to see you," Eddie said, his voice husky with desire. "I want to watch your face as you come."
Buck wrapped his legs around Eddie's waist, urging him closer. "Eddie, please," he begged. "I need you inside me."
Eddie positioned himself at Buck's entrance again, pushing in slowly, their eyes locked on each other. Eddie started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving Buck's.
"Eddie," Buck panted, his voice hoarse with exertion and desire. "I'm close."
Eddie reached down, his hand wrapping around Buck's length, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The sensation of Eddie inside him, the sound of their bodies slapping together, the feel of Eddie's hand on his skin, it was all too much. "Eddie," Buck gasped, his body tensing as his orgasm crashed over him, his release spilling over his stomach, his body milking Eddie's length with its contractions.
Eddie let out a low, guttural groan, his body tensing as he found his own release, his hips jerking as he spilled into Buck, their bodies shaking with the force of their pleasure. "Buck," he groaned, his voice a low, satisfied sound. "Fuck, Buck. That was... fuck."
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies connected, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Eddie pressed a soft kiss to Buck's forehead, his arms wrapping around him, holding him close. "I love you, Buck," he murmured, his voice a low, tender sound. "I love you so fucking much."
Buck looked at Eddie, his eyes shining with tears. "I love you too, Eddie," he whispered.
Eddie and Buck lay entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal, the room filled with a comfortable, contented silence. Eddie stirred first, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Buck with a soft smile.
"I have to say, that was... incredible." Eddie said, his voice husky but gentle.
Buck grinned up at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I must admit, you're not so bad yourself, Edmundo. For a guy who used to think sex was just 'good work,' you sure know how to make a statement now."
Eddie leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Buck's lips. "I'm glad you think so. Because I plan on doing that a lot more often."
Buck chuckled, his hands running through Eddie's hair. "I wouldn't complain. I want to explore every inch of you."
Eddie raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, I can work with that. Maybe we can even try out some of those positions I've been reading about."
Buck laughed, a deep, rich sound. "Oh, really? And what exactly have you been reading?"
Eddie grinned wickedly. "Let's just say, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that might surprise you."
Buck pulled Eddie down for a passionate kiss, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I can't wait to see what you've got in store for me.”