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Eddie can’t stop thinking about Buck’s pussy.

This is a common occurrence as of lately. More specifically since they started the agreement.

To be absolutely fair, Eddie had been thinking about Buck’s pussy before. As he had been thinking about Buck’s arms and chest, or Buck’s long legs and strong thighs, or Buck’s gentle eyes and soft curls, his plump, inviting lips and the splotch of strawberry pink above his left eye.

Eddie had been thinking about Buck. Period. He had been thinking about Buck a lot. Which tracks, because Eddie is very much in love with him (but that’s not the point now, or ever, for that matter because this is just an accord).

So, yeah, thinking about Buck is second nature to Eddie.

The pussy thing is just… a recent development.

A fixation of sorts that began the moment Eddie had access to the actual thing.

The moment Buck’s body stopped being only reachable for Eddie in the fantasy realm and started to be touchable, kissable, grabbable in the real world.

The terms of their agreement are loose. For one, they don’t plan or schedule, but there’s the mutual understanding that whenever they get the house to themselves… sexy times ensue. That’s what Buck called it once as he grabbed Eddie’s waist seductively, leaning in to whisper whether Chris’ sleepover meant sexy times. Eddie cringed so hard, he actually considered not having said sexy times with him, but when Buck pulled back and Eddie got a good look at him, he folded on the spot. Unfortunately, he was far too gone on the man to not find it endearing.

Now, Eddie’s mostly fine with it. With this near obsession. Because Buck is nothing but willing. Like, all the time. Which is fantastic, really, because most of the time their shifts coincide which means their free time coincides, which means…. Yeah.

Today, however, Eddie has a day off and Buck has a twenty-four. And the day fucking drags.

The first few hours are actually fine. He drops Christopher off at school, hits the gym, cleans the kitchen, picks Chris back up… He’s a functioning human being, after all, he can go a few hours– hell, he can even go a few days or weeks without sex. He spent most of his life thinking he wasn’t even that much into it until… Well, until Buck. And the gay realization that came with it.

All this to say… Eddie is not an animal, he’s not a wild, desperate thing driven by the urgent need to get off. But Buck likes to tease sometimes and, while Eddie is not some wanton creature, he’s also not strong.

Buck sends a text at 9:34pm, and there goes the rest of Eddie’s night down the drain.

Buck:
eddieeeeeeee😔

It comes with a picture too. Obviously. An innocent one, to be fair. Just a selfie of him lying on the couch at the station’s loft. He looks amazing. Eddie wants to press kisses all over his pretty face. But they don’t say stuff like that, they don’t even kiss, not out of the agreement. That’s another unspoken rule. So he bites the urge back and types.

Eddie:
Slow shift?

Buck:
i guess
first half was pretty busy
now we’re just chilling

Eddie:
So you’re looking for a distraction because you’re bored
I feel so flattered

Buck:
you could be a very good distraction 😋

They’ve done this a couple times. Sexting. Eddie told Buck he’d never done it in his life and Buck made it his personal mission to change that. Eddie hasn’t gotten the hang of it yet but Buck is good at it (of course he is) and Eddie- well, Eddie is making an effort.

Eddie:
Yeah?
How so?

Buck:
could send me a pic…
i sent you one

Eddie:
You want a selfie?
Okay yeah
I can do that

Buck:
doesn’t have to be a selfie
can be one but yknow
can be another type of picture too

Eddie:
Hmmm
Like what?
Can’t send you an outfit pic
It’s almost 10pm, I’m only in my boxers

The reply comes immediately. A laugh bubbles out of Eddie.

Buck:
YES
that works
send that

Eddie’s found, in the little time they’ve been together carnally, that Buck loves being denied. Loves being teased and not being given what he wants right away. It drives him insane. He gets off on asking for it.

The way Eddie found out was accidental, he wasn’t being obnoxious on purpose that time. He just, truly, didn’t know what Buck wanted from him. But since then, well… it’s so easy. And Buck gets so pliant every time, all six-foot two of him malleable and soft. What can Eddie do but play along.

Eddie:
Why?

Buck:
cause i wanna see you

Eddie:
There’s nothing to see

Buck:
there’s plenty to see 😏

Eddie rolls his eyes, but doesn’t reply, leaving him on read intentionally and watching the bubbles appear with impatience not fifteen seconds later.

Buck:
eddie

Eddie:
Buck

Buck:
come on
send pic
are you hard?

Eddie looks down on himself. There are definitely things happening down there. It’s just… the thought of Buck being bored and horny and reaching out to Eddie… it gets him going.

He considers his reply for a second, then types.

Eddie:
Why would I be?

Buck:
i’m so wet rn you could slide right in

Jesus. Straight to the point, huh? Eddie’s cock twitches in approval.

Eddie:
Buck

Buck:
are you hard now?

Eddie chuckles at the screen. Buck’s such a little shit.

Eddie:
You think I’m that easy?

Buck:
a little

A beat.

Buck:
i know you love how wet my pussy gets
and i think you’re already thinking if it’s true
it is btw
i dozed off just now and dreamt about you
your hands
your mouth
woke up soaking wet and grinding against that one cushion
you know the one

Eddie does know the one, Buck told him all about that one cushion with the hardened edges that Buck had sat on one day almost by accident and Eddie watched as he sucked in a breath and suppressed a moan. Since then, Eddie has had half a mind to steal the thing away and bring it home so he can watch Buck ride it until the fabric is drenched and his legs trembling.

Eddie:
Fuck
Okay yeah
I’m hard

Buck:
nice ☺️
let me see it now
🥺🥺🥺

A fond smile spreads across Eddie’s face. He can picture the puppy eyes perfectly, the pout Buck always throws into the mix. He’s so intentional about it too, he mostly makes it for the joke, because he knows Eddie finds it ridiculous and cringey and because it pulled a face out of him the first time Buck made it when Eddie was about to put his dick inside him. It made Buck break into a fit of laughter and had Eddie be on the verge of doing something stupid like say 'I love you'.

Eddie:
Go to the bunkroom

In the span of fifty three seconds, Eddie receives the following string of messages:

Buck:
going
omw
i’m here

For Eddie’s peace of mind, Buck attaches a picture of him with a goofy smile and a thumbs up lying down on one of the beds as proof. Eddie’s barely had time to open the camera app when his phone chimes in with another text.

Buck:
come ooooooon

Eddie swipes the notification away with an eyeroll but, in all truth, he loves that Buck gets so impatient for him. Well, he gets impatient for Eddie’s cock but that’s a part of Eddie so he’ll take what he can get. He angles the phone, cupping his cock over the boxers and making sure his hand is visible. Buck is obsessed with them, with how strong and capable they are, he says, with how good his fingers feel when Eddie fucks him with them. He strokes himself over the fabric at the thought of fingering Buck. He could do it for hours, he’d do it until he’s a whimpering mess, until he’s begging for Eddie to let him come. He bites down a moan as his hips thrust up, and the chiming sound of another notification brings him back on track.

Buck:
eddie plssssssss
stop teasing

Eddie:
Srry got a lsittle distracted
*picture attached*

Buck:
fuck eddie
i wanna s
wanna sit on u just like that

Eddie:
Just liek that?

Buck:
yeah
keep the boxers
i wanna rub my pussy against ur cock
you’d feel so good
pressing against my hole through the fabric

Eddie presses his eyes close for a second, biting his lip hard at the image of Buck sitting on top of him, rolling his hips over Eddie’s lap teasingly. He strokes himself more firmly, still over the fabric to keep the fantasy alive, though his palm is not nearly as warm as Buck grinding against him would be, not nearly as wet either. He’d be soaking through his boxers at this point. The thought alone makes Eddie feel dizzy.

Eddie:
Jesus Buck
Yeah
Want that too

Buck:
i’d put ur fingers in my mouth
suck on them deep and hard while i do it

Eddie:
You doing tht now?
Sucking on yurs thinking theyre mine?

Buck:
no

That catches him a little off guard, but to be fair, there’s not much brain power being utilized right now.

Eddie:
No
?

It takes a second for Buck to reply, but when he does, it’s with another picture attached. Eddie almost drops the phone on his face. In the picture, Buck is holding up two fingers against his bottom lip, his mouth only slightly parted. Even in the poorly lit room (Buck obviously chose not to turn on the lights), Eddie can see they’re insanely slick, the light from the phone camera bright enough to catch on the stickiness connecting between his index and middle finger.

Eddie:
Fuck
You wernt lying
Wanna suck thm clean

At this point, when all the blood has long rushed down to his cock, the brain-to-mouth filter (or, in this case, brain-to-typing hand filter) is out of service. Eddie will say whatever thought comes to mind because it’s true and he’s too horny to be ashamed.

Buck:
god that’s so hot eddie
would u really?

Eddie:
Fuck yes

Buck:
want me to call?
i can be quiet

A chuckle bubbles out of Eddie at that, hand still wrapped around his clothed cock in a tight grip, forcing himself to only give slow, lazy strokes over the fabric every few seconds, otherwise, he’ll be coming too soon.

Eddie:
You cant be quiet

If he can, Eddie hasn’t had the misfortune of witnessing it. He’s always so responsive and vocal, mewling and whimpering with every wet kiss and every purposeful touch. Eddie goes feral for it.

Buck:
yes i can
promise the only thing youll be hearing is me fingering myself

Eddie worries at his bottom lip, contemplating. He shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. Hell, they shouldn’t even be doing this. They’ve never sexted at the station before. He shouldn’t be encouraging Buck to get off at work, much less have straight up phone sex with him while he’s on shift.

Buck:
pls?
ur so good at talking me thru it

That’s kind of a low blow. Eddie’s embarrassed to admit how well it works, cock twitching under his palm and heart swelling in his chest.

Eddie:
Okay

The bubbles come up on the screen and then promptly disappear. Knowing Buck, he was about to type a reply but decided to waste no time and go straight to calling him. Only– ten seconds pass and Eddie’s phone shows no incoming calls.

And that’s… weird.

Eddie:
Buck?

The bubbles promptly return. A text coming through just a couple seconds later.

Buck:
alarm went off

Eddie blinks at the screen. What?

Buck:
ttyl

This has to be a joke. Buck’s messing with him. That’s gotta be it. He can’t be this unlucky.

Eddie:
What?
Are you serious?

No reply comes this time. Not for the next minute, not for the next five. Buck’s not that patient. He really had to go. Fuck Eddie’s stupid life. He throws his head back into the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan as he lets go on the grip of his cock reluctantly. He’s painfully hard but he… can’t. It’s not fair that he gets to come when Buck hasn’t. It’s only fair that he holds off too. If the roles were reversed, Eddie’s not sure Buck would be able to do the same, but he doesn’t really care. His hopelessly in love heart wants Buck to have as many orgasms as he desires.

He groans again when he looks down on himself, cock twitching and straining the fabric of his boxers which, by the way, feel really tight right now. How the fuck is he supposed to sleep like this?

Jello. Yes, jello! That always seemed to work. He hadn’t had to use the strategy on himself for this… purpose before because every time he’s been… like this, he’s been able to act on it. Buck never left him hanging. Not once. Not until tonight. But that isn’t Buck’s fault. It’s whoever’s lit their kitchen on fire doing some irresponsible shit, or whoever’s got stuck in an elevator.

So jello it is.

“You are jello,” he mutters to himself, slowly breathing in and out. “You are jello,” he repeats under his breath, dragging his hands away from temptation, his right fisting around the sheets to grab on to something that isn’t his dick, which jerks in his boxers with clear disapproval at the lack of attention.

“You.”

Eddie breathes in, looking at the ceiling.

“Are.”

He shuts his eyes tight.

“Jello.”

The picture of Buck’s slick fingers and inviting parted mouth pops up in his head, burnt into the back of his eyelids. His cock jumps with fervor.

“Fuck.”

He snaps his eyes open, the sight of his dull, white ceiling staring back at him mockingly. He runs a hand over his face while he tosses the sheets aside with the other, sitting up on the bed.

Okay, so the jello strategy is not working. He’ll have to think of something else.

Ten minutes later, he’s thought of everything.

Baseball lineups, firefighting protocols, muffins recipes– he even lists the ingredients in his head, trying to remember with utmost accuracy how many cups of this and that were required and in which order they were supposed to be mixed.

It doesn’t help, none of it. Everything he thinks about keeps circling back to Buck. Not even the cold shower he tries to take at six thirty as a last resort works. Despite the freezing water hitting his skin, and forcibly causing his erection to go down– thank god for that because he still needs to drive Chris to school–, the fading memory of the time he picked Buck up and fucked him against the tiled shower wall doesn’t do his feeble brain any favors.

Buck:
hey
yes i was serious 🤣
sorry for the jerkus interruptus

Buck’s texts come in right as Eddie’s locking the door behind him, Chris already making his way to the car.

Eddie:
Never call it that again
Everything fine?

Buck:
yeah
just a long call
heading home now
so you know
if ur still up for it…

Eddie:
Yes
Yes I’m up for it
Yes

Buck:
🤣🤣🤣
kay
ill be waiting for u then 👅

That stupid tongue emoji haunts Eddie all the way to school where he drops Christopher off, waving him goodbye as he joins his group of friends, one of which is already holding up his phone to show him something. Ah, a meme, Eddie thinks. Or one of those TikToks. Are TikToks memes? Eddie isn’t sure, but he’ll ask him later, even if it earns him an exasperated sigh and an eyeroll.

The point is– the tongue emoji haunts him all through the meeting he has with Mrs. Francis, Christopher’s science teacher who called Eddie up to discuss his end of year results. He regrets agreeing to meet today. Of all days, Eddie had to choose today. Of course he didn’t know these would be the circumstances he’d find himself in when he did, but it’s just very inconvenient right now because his mind keeps wandering off to that tongue, and Buck’s picture, and the now familiar sight of Buck’s wet puss–

“Take a seat, Mr. Díaz,” she offers, taking the one behind her desk and pulling up a binder.

The first few minutes go sort of okay, with Eddie only tapping his foot lightly and actually managing to focus on her every word but then Mrs. Francis suddenly puts some sort of… container… on the desk and points at it with a proud smile, telling Eddie about the bacteria that Christopher is growing for science class while absentmindedly nipping at her pen. And it’s an innocent gesture, it is, but her tongue pokes out at some point and Eddie’s fucked again.

She moves on from the bacteria and starts talking about some people offering a science program that came to school to give a talk or something and Eddie tries to keep up, he really tries.

“... he could apply for it next year…”

But her words keep fading away, the motion of biting and nipping making Eddie transfixed to her mouth in a way that is probably incredibly creepy.

“...the brightest kids…”

And it's not like Eddie can just tell her, ‘sorry, I'm not having weird thoughts about my son's teacher, I'm actually picturing my best friend's pussy right now’ because that would simply be… not great. So, he tries to avert his gaze. It just… keeps jumping back to the original problem and acting as frustrating blockage of his auditory sense.

“So that’s what the program is about,” Mrs. Francis concludes after a while, with the confidence of someone who believes she was being paid attention to. “Do you think that’s something Christopher might be interested in?”

“Huh?” Eddie blinks, raking his mind, and trying to retrieve any words his brain might have caught up while it was busying itself with other matters. She said something about science, and he’s pretty sure she also mentioned something about bright kids. Chris loves science, and he’s also the brightest kid he knows so he makes an educated guess and adds, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Great,” Mrs. Francis says, closing the binder with a contented smile and pushing it to the side before meeting Eddie’s eyes, “Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Díaz?”

Eddie swallows, shaking his head as the question is processed by his feeble brain. “No, I mean– No, no questions. All clear.”

Mrs. Francis smiles, soft and sweet. “Okay, that’ll be all then.” She stands, extending a hand. Eddie takes it, albeit weakly, and lets himself be walked to the door. “I’ll send you all the details about the program via email as we've discussed.”

Eddie nods. Sure, yeah, as they'd discussed.

“Christopher is a great kid.” She adds, holding the door open.

And Eddie’s a terrible father, isn’t he?

“We’ll keep in touch, Mr. Díaz.”

Eddie nods again, awkwardly waving her goodbye as he rushes out the door and through the hallway.

Well, that went great, didn’t it? Next stop: the grocery store.

At least the place is not crowded so Eddie can navigate the aisles quickly and without bumping into carts that obnoxious people abandon in the middle of the produce section when they suddenly remember they forgot to pick the tomato sauce from the can aisle because they refuse to make a shopping list and keep making it everyone’s problem.

You know who never does that? Exactly. Buck. Because he always makes a list. And so does Eddie since Buck’s in their lives, and it makes everyone’s lives easier. So he pulls the very short list from his back pocket and heads on with the determination of a man who has somewhere else to be, and all the while, the promise of what awaits for him at home hovers over him because finally, after eight hours of suffering, after eight hours of impossible restraint, after an all too embarrassing meeting with Mrs. Francis, Eddie is finally getting his reward.

And he’s getting it in the form of… well, he doesn’t know what Buck has in mind. Not sure if the tongue is meant for him as a receiver or as a giver. Eddie, though, has no doubt of what he’ll choose if given the opportunity. He hasn’t stopped thinking about it during the whole time he stayed awake, resisting the urge to touch himself. Thinking about getting between his legs and eating him out until all the tension and exhaustion from work is replaced by utter pleasure, until Buck melts under his hands and falls apart on his tongue.

Fuck, he’s getting hard just thinking about it now.

He quickly grabs the cereal and the blueberries and his reliable pancake mix (because he plans on making some for Buck like the good… friend Eddie is) and heads for the checkout, head ducked to hide a creeping flush and the unfounded fear of people being able to read his mind and being appalled by the impurity of his thoughts.

Twenty minutes and half a red-light later, Eddie’s pushing through the threshold with such impatience he almost runs into the door trying to get his body inside the house before his hand has had the chance to fully turn the key on the lock.

The sight that awaits him in the living room stops him right in his tracks. In fact, it’s a miracle he doesn’t drop the bag he’s holding with his left arm, secured against his side. Buck’s splayed out on the couch, completely passed out and wearing nothing but some deep purple boxers that are a little tight around his thick thighs and definitely too tight around his waist, the elastic stretching obscenely below Buck’s belly and making Eddie lose sight of things for a hot second as his eyes zero-in on the naked skin he’d like to get a handful of, to grab and squeeze, sink his teeth in, spend hours peppering with kisses and nuzzling against.

It isn’t news, he’d praise every part of Buck if he could.

He carefully sets the bag down by the door and then stands unmoving staring at the image of Buck’s peaceful sleep for a few seconds, contemplating if this is… if he’s allowed to…

They haven’t done this before, but they’ve talked about it. A little after they started the agreement. Eddie can’t quite remember what prompted the conversation because the moment Buck said it it was all his brain could focus on. Taylor used to love it, it’s what he had said. She used to love being woken up by Buck’s head between her thighs, his mouth on her. Eddie does remember having felt a pang of jealousy as Buck recalled the memory, but he also remembers it being quickly washed away by what Buck said next.

“I’ve always wanted to… you know, have someone do it to me,” Buck confessed in their sunkissed kitchen, “With Taylor I didn’t think it was my place to ask, though I’m sure she would have been happy to,” he’d gone on, a sly smile flashing across his face for a second before it was gone, his expression souring as he spoke again. “And then, with Tommy… you know how it was. Maybe he’d have done penetration, I don’t know, doesn’t matter,” he’d said, shrugging the issue off with a hand wave.

But it mattered.

It mattered to Eddie, and it sure as hell mattered to Buck, even if he’d wanted to play down the fact that Tommy had never gone down on him in the six months they’ve been dating.

What a fucking asshole. What a fucking fool. Eddie can’t imagine what kind of brain damage you have to have going on for not wanting to indulge in the privilege of eating Buck out at any given chance.

And this, right now, it’s Eddie’s chance to not only give in to his favorite way of getting Buck off but also to give Buck something he’s been fantasizing about.

So he does.

Eddie walks over cautiously, trying to not make a noise and dropping to his knees quietly at the feet of the couch where Buck’s left leg is hanging off, granting Eddie the perfect spot to slot himself between his thighs.

From up close, Eddie can read so much more than he could from afar. His hair is still damp, so he guesses Buck must have foregone showering at the station in favor of doing it when he was back at home. He probably had expected Eddie to have come back by the time he was done, deciding to wait for him on the couch without bothering to get dressed. Exhaustion had certainly taken over before Eddie made it back, but that’s fine because Eddie’s gonna make him feel good anyway.

Eddie’s palm is warm when he places it carefully on Buck’s thigh, brushing his fingers lightly over the cold skin. Buck always runs a little cold, especially after a shower, and Eddie loves to warm him up like this when Buck’s in the mood for it. If they were more than they are, he’d love to cuddle him too, get his body warm just by wrapping his arms around him and keeping him close. But this is what he can get and that’ll have to be enough.

Eddie runs his hand up Buck’s thigh, thumbing along the inner side of his briefs tentatively as his gaze lands on the prize, tongue poking out to wet his lips. He’s not ashamed to admit that his cock is rapidly growing in his pants at the prospect, not that it’s surprising after the night he’s had to endure, not when he finally has what he’d been craving for hours in front of him.

He has to be smart about this, can’t get impatient and risk waking Buck up too soon.

He shifts quietly, his other hand coming up to rest on Buck’s left knee– his bad one– his thumb tracing over the scar in a featherlight touch. Eddie knows it’s a sensitive spot for him and it could stir him awake, but he still can’t help leaning in to press a soft kiss to that spot, and then another one just an inch above. He paves a trail of close-mouthed kisses along Buck’s inner thigh, burying his face for a few seconds in the groove where upper thigh meets crotch and letting Buck’s scent take root in his lungs.

He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t allow himself to do this. But today’s different. Buck can’t see him, can’t see the love behind every press of lips, can’t call out the reverence in the way Eddie’s hands smooth over the skin before slipping under the back of his legs to hook his arms around his thighs. Today, when Eddie looks up, Buck’s still fast asleep.

Now he gets it. Gets the appeal of this whole thing. It looks like a thing designed for Eddie’s indulgence. A nowhere place where he can love Buck safely. Or at least, he can love this inert version of him.

It makes him feel a little guilty, a little selfish. This was supposed to be for Buck and here Eddie is taking everything he wants - which means all of it -. Here Eddie is giving Buck with touch what he cannot give with words, even if he doesn’t want it, here Eddie is giving it anyway, because Buck can’t do anything about it, can’t do anything but lay motionless and take what he’s offered.

Eddie’s thumbs are drawing circles over Buck’s hipbones, looking up at him from where he’s kneeling between his thighs. He’s pulled back just enough to regard him, breath now fanning over the front of Buck’s boxers. The lines of his face are all smoothed-out, not a single hint of tension in his brow. Eddie dips forward to press a barely there kiss over the fabric, not taking his eyes away from Buck’s face as he continues to press experimental pecks, getting bolder and switching to open-mouthed kisses when Buck appears to still be out like a light.

He keeps going, this time slowly nuzzling up and down the front side of Buck’s briefs before mouthing at the top where he knows the sweet spot is. That gets a reaction. Above him, Buck lets out a contented sigh, melting into the couch and making Eddie smile fondly against the fabric. He grazes his teeth teasingly over that same spot before sucking at it lightly, and Buck’s response is instantaneous, thighs clenching and a soft mewl making his way out of his parted mouth. Eddie’s cock, painfully hard by now, twitches in his jeans, hips jerking forward involuntarily in search for the smallest friction. He doesn’t get any. They way he’s kneeling, sort of diagonally to the couch and leaned forward, leaves a torturous space between his throbbing cock and any type of surface he could rut against. If they were on the bed, Eddie would be grinding down on the mattress. As it is, he’s only thrusting into the air and getting more and more impatient, humming and groaning as he sucks a little more intensely but still through the fabric, the vibrations rumbling in his chest and carrying over Buck’s body, eliciting a dragged out moan out of him that makes Eddie look back up to check if he’s still asleep.

It looks like he is, but his brow is pinched and his mouth is parted in a silent gasp now, his breath becoming just a little ragged and his birthmark slowly turning a darker shade of pink. Not even a second after Eddie’s pulled back, Buck’s hips thrust up, whimpering, missing the warmth of Eddie’s mouth on him, even with a layer between them. That’s when Eddie notices. The dark, wet patch a little below where Eddie was sucking at. That’s certainly not Eddie’s doing, that’s just how wet Buck’s already gotten, dripping with it and soaking his underwear for the second time today. It makes Eddie’s head spin, makes his cock throb in the constriction of his jeans. Maybe he should shove a hand inside and jerk himself off first, it wouldn’t even be worth it to unzip them because he’s sure it wouldn’t take more than a couple strokes to have him spilling in his hand. Maybe he should do it, maybe–

Buck lets out another whimper and the thought vanishes entirely. Eddie’s gaze flicks up to find Buck’s brow furrowing deeper, his hand clenching where it’s resting over his stomach, itching to do something about the warm pressure Eddie has denied him.

He doesn't wait any longer. He thinks he’s been patient enough, actually. A mighty feat that he has refrained himself from tasting Buck after so many fucking hours of thinking of nothing else. Eddie tugs carefully at the waistband of Buck’s boxers, pulling them down slowly and stopping every time Buck’s body shifts in a way that may suggest he’s coming out of his sleep.

It makes the whole thing even more exhilarating, the inch by inch reveal of Buck’s glorious pussy.

Eddie’s heart thrums in his chest with every passing second, his cock equally throbbing in his jeans. He might come the moment he gets his mouth on him, it’s a very real possibility, Eddie thinks, wetting his lips at the sight of the glimmering slickness awaiting, at Buck’s swollen clit begging for some attention.

Eddie starts slowly, if only for his own sake, flicking his tongue in short, tentative strokes against the clit while he keeps his eyes trained on Buck, watching as his mouth drops open and his breathing quickens when Eddie laps at it in open-mouthed kisses to finally suck it into his mouth, wet warmth enveloping and massaging it with his tongue in controlled motions.

It took Eddie a while to be this patient when it came to Buck. He used to be so good at eating pussy. He took his time, he did it with practiced ease. He was so selfless about it. That’s what Shannon, and Ana, and Marisol said. And they were right. He was all of those things. But just because his heart wasn’t in it.

The first time that Eddie went down on Buck was an absolute disaster. It was messy and sloppy and not in a sexy way. Eddie felt like he’d been starving for years when he looked at the expanse of Buck’s chest from his place in between his spread thighs, he was impatient and uncoordinated and came in his underwear before they even got to do anything else. It was supposed to be foreplay before Eddie fucked him and he didn’t even last two minutes after putting his mouth on him, he hadn’t even noticed he’d started to rut against the mattress until the orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave, moaning around a mouthful of Buck’s wet heat.

He was utterly embarrassed when it happened but Buck was so fucking nice about it, laughing softly and petting his hair as Eddie came down from his pathetic, premature orgasm, guiding his movements with the hand on his head after and setting the rhythm himself because, apparently, Eddie had been to turned on to do a proper job.

Eddie’s gotten better at it since. So much so that Buck’s sleeping form shudders beneath him now when Eddie’s tongue drags down to delve into his dripping entrance, nose pressed flush against Buck’s pubis as he fucks his tongue in with purpose. He can’t help moaning against him, desperate to get deeper, to go faster, to–--

“Eddie.” The name comes in a wanton moan straight out Buck’s lips, and the next words are barely slurred. “Yeah, just like that. Just…”

Eddie pulls back to meet his eyes and breathe, expecting Buck to be looking back at him, finally awake, but instead he finds him biting his lip, face screwed in unnameable pleasure, chest rapidly rising and falling. Can he really be still sleeping? Is he dreaming about Eddie then? Does he usually do that? Is it such a normal occurrence for Buck to have sex dreams about Eddie that he’s fully leaning into it? Has Buck come before in his sleep thinking about Eddie’s tongue on him? In him?

Eddie’s gonna lose his mind, he’s gonna fucking burst with lust and love and the need to come. He drags a hand up Buck’s inner thigh, feeling him shiver under the soft touch, skin too sensitive by now, and then he drags it further up, the pad of his thumb hovering over his clit for a second before pressing down lightly, drawing lazy circles that Eddie knows, with how worked up Buck is, make his hole flutter with the need of being filled. Soon enough, Buck’s whimpering and thrusting up serve as confirmation and Eddie drags his thumb down, pressing teasingly against his clenching hole without fully sinking in while he gets his mouth on him again, moaning with purpose so that every nerve ending sparks to life under Eddie’s touch.

“Please.” It’s dragged out and hoarse, and it makes Eddie feel so proud, so smug that he sucks Buck’s clit into his mouth eagerly, shifting so he can work his index finger past Buck’s entrance. It slides right in, which isn’t surprising considering how fucking wet Buck is, Eddie’s chin is sticky and glistening with it. “Oh my– fuck.” Buck gasps above him and that sounds…

When Eddie looks up this time, Buck’s eyes are fluttering open.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Eddie rasps, working his finger in and out in a steady rhythm while Buck’s glazy eyes lock down on the motion. “You slept well?”

Buck blinks up, hips pushing down on Eddie’s finger at the same time they try to push up in search of Eddie’s mouth.

“Eddie,” He pleads beautifully, and Eddie’s never been strong, as much as he tries to pretend he is, so he presses the pad of his middle finger to Buck’s entrance, not quite pushing in, and fixes him with a look.

“Want another one?”

“Yes.” Buck nods eagerly, panting. “And your mouth.”

As if Buck had to beg for that; he didn’t even have to ask. He could give Eddie a certain look and he’d drop to his knees immediately. No matter the moment, no matter the place. Fortunately, Buck wasn’t privy to that information, so he pleaded. And Eddie answered every time.

The second finger slides in with as much ease as the first one, and Eddie ducks his head to lap at his clit as he works it in. The needy moan that is ripped from Buck’s throat suggests he’s close already, his legs trembling as Eddie fucks his fingers in and out steadily at the same time he flicks his tongue over his clit. The squelching sounds are obscene when Eddie’s rhythm picks up, the wetness trailing down the side of his hand as he continues to finger him brutally, tongue easing up his pace, switching from lapping to suckling lazily, knowing the opposing rhythms make Buck go absolutely insane.

“EddieEddieEddie,” Buck mewls, hand flying to the back of Eddie’s head to press his face further against him. “Don’t stop, don’t– I’m gonna–”

Eddie hums around Buck’s clit, eliciting a full body shudder in Buck as his hips stutter up, letting out a string of high-pitched uh-uh-uhs as he comes, clenching around Eddie’s fingers and pulsing against Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie rides him through it, slowing down on the motion of his fingers while his aching and neglected cock strains painfully in his jeans. He must look deranged right now, he thinks if he finds a way to get a little friction, even if it’s just against the tightness and roughness of the fabric, he can come like this, with Buck’s taste all over his mouth, his fingers still deep inside him. But then Buck tugs at his hair to pull him off, his swollen clit nearing the point of being too sensitive, and Eddie slides his fingers out, leaving Buck’s fluttering hole empty again. They’re obscenely slick, he thinks, he can’t see them from this angle because his head is tipped back from where Buck’s pulling at his hair, but he can feel them, deliciously sticky, and doesn’t think twice. He locks eyes with Buck, whose eyes widen a little as he watches Eddie lift the slick fingers up to his mouth and wrap his lips around them, sucking on them filthily, licking them clean.

“Fuck, Jesus, Eddie.” Eddie would like to tease him, to tell him to pick a name and stick to it, that either he’s religious or he isn’t, but Buck’s look of utter fascination and the way his breath hitches, makes every other thought unworthy of Eddie’s attention. “Get your pants off.” Buck commands, wetting his lips as his gaze flicks down at the tent in Eddie’s jeans.

“Buck, I’m not gonna–” Eddie tries to protest.

Buck cuts him off. “Please,” He pleads, looking at him through his lashes. “Want you to come on me.”

Eddie momentarily bluescreens, blinking. He thinks, a little pathetically, that just envisioning what that might look like could make him tip over the edge. And then Buck kicks him lightly, snapping him back to reality, and Eddie scrambles to his feet, fumbling with his belt and almost falling on his face when he tries to get both legs out at the same time. Buck chuckles at him but pulls him in by the wrist the moment both jeans and underwear are tossed aside, bringing him over so Eddie’s back to being slotted between Buck’s thighs, only this time his throbbing cock hovers closely to Buck’s soaking wet pussy. The sight alone is the stuff of dreams.

“Come on, big boy,” Buck teases, grinding his hips up, a sly smile on his lips, “Rub one on me.”

Eddie clasps his hands around Buck’s waist, thumbs digging into the meat of his belly as he presses his body further into the couch, grinding his own hips down so his cock slides deliciously between Buck’s labia. It’s warm and wet and so fucking soft. It’s nowhere near enough pressure, or friction, but Eddie thinks he’s still not gonna last much, the heat pooling in his lower belly rapidly as Buck’s hands land on either side of his hips to set up a faster pace.

Eddie’s eyes press shut at the overwhelming sensation of his cock sliding smoothly over Buck’s pussy, of Buck’s hands on him and his flushed cheeks, the post-orgasmic look on his face which only makes him look even more beautiful.

“That’s it, yeah,” Buck purrs. “You eat me out so well, Eddie. You’re so good at it. You love my pussy, don’t you?” he presses on. Eddie nods erratically, prying his eyes open as he rubs his cock faster and harder, encouraged by Buck’s hands. “Then come all over it, Eds. Come on, put the icing on the cake, baby,” Buck says, winking, and it’s a joke, it’s so clearly a joke, but the fantasy of it is enough to finally tip Eddie over the edge, hips stilling as ropes of cum spurt under Buck’s belly and then all along Buck’s pussy as Buck forces Eddie’s hips down until the head of his cock is right below his puffy clit, painting it white and effectively making a bigger mess of Buck’s own slick mixed with Eddie’s spit and now cum.

“That was so hot,” Buck says, thumbing along Eddie’s hips where his hands are still firmly clasped. The motion is soft and soothing, and Eddie needs a moment to gather himself and ask what exactly, but Buck doesn’t let that happen, tacking on, “Waking up to you…” He trails off, biting down on his lip at the recent memory, “Yeah, I was right. Felt amazing.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, feeling his chest fill with pride at Buck’s beaming smile and his blissed out, sated expression.

“Yeah.” Buck breathes, letting Eddie go when he starts to detangle from Buck, “Your mouth, Eds…” he adds dreamily. Eddie waves his hand dismissively, in a yeah, yeah motion. Buck frowns, affronted. “Wh– No, I’m serious,” he protests, sitting up and, subsequently, making all that filthy mixture drip down onto the couch. Both their gazes drag down in sync to the mess now staining the fabric. “Oops.”

Eddie sighs. “Go get showered. I’ll take care of that.”

“You sure? I can do it after–”

Eddie shushes him. “I’ll take care of it. Go shower now, breakfast will be ready when you get out and then you can go back to sleeping without interruptions,” he says, collecting his clothes from the floor.

“Well, I don’t mind that kind of interruption,” Buck says, waggling his eyebrows.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Go shower, Buck,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.

At his back, he hears Buck scrambling to his feet, “Wait, you’re making breakfast?! What’s the occasion?”

You are his mind uselessly supplies.

“No occasion, just thought you’d be in the mood for pancakes and dropped by the store on my way back.”

Buck catches up to him in no more than a couple strides, rounding him up to stand in front of him with a dopey smile. Eddie wishes he could kiss it off his face only so he could kiss it back on.

“You get me off and cook me breakfast?” Buck whistles. “Whatta catch, Díaz.”

“I can still burn your pancakes,” Eddie threatens.

“I can restrict your pussy privileges,” Buck counters convincingly.

Eddie groans, “Fine, I won’t burn your pancakes.”

“Great, thank you,” Buck chirps, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth, voice turning soft when he adds, “And thank you for earlier too. I really, really liked it.”

And just like that, Buck’s off to the shower and Eddie’s left standing in the dining room, that nowhere space between the kitchen and the living room, with the ghost of Buck’s lips against his skin, still holding onto the hope that, maybe, one day, it will materialize into something real.

Until then, Eddie is off to make pancakes.