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Words, historically, have never been one of his strengths. He was more of an action kind of guy, the 'shoot first, ask questions later' (but he also did use logic and common sense before any decision). The army was easy for him; following orders wasn't hard, and there was little room to overthink when life and death seemed to be in a constant battle around you. Signing up for the fire academy was another easy decision, one that honestly had no real thought process behind it. Actions made sense to him. However, even though he would rather punch or kick his way out of a situation, it did not, under any circumstances, mean that he couldn't use his words. Everyday conversations or, god forbid, small talk was not hard for him; everyone loved him at the fundraisers and school tours. Mulling through them was never tricky; he'd slip out that he had been an army medic and that always piqued everyone's interest. So, yes, words were not one of his strong suits, but that didn't automatically make it a weakness.
With that in mind, he had lost all brain functions pertaining to formulating words or sentences. Somehow, Athena had twisted Bobby's arm enough to ensure everyone had the same day off and invited everyone over for dinner; she actually threatened to use her handcuffs if they didn't show. She had even gotten May to watch over the kids at a sleepover at Michael's to give the adults some time to enjoy themselves. This is how, after several games of 'Asshole' and 'Kings Cup,' a small karaoke machine had been brought out and connected to the TV. Those series of events led to Buck standing on the small coffee table, face flushed from booze, singing his heart out to Foreigner's 'Hot Blooded.' Yes, Eddie was sure he was getting a fever of hundred and three with how Buck synchronized his hip thrust with the beat.
Of course, Buck was having a tremendous ol' time singing, putting on quite the show for everyone. Even going as far to drop to his knees in front of Hen to sing, 'Tell me, are you hot mama? You sure look that way to me' and give a little body roll. Buck was in his element tonight; his movements were graceful, his smile mischievous, and his bright blue eyes dazzled under the dimmed lights. Every time Buck ground his hips or bite his bottom lip sent a thrill throughout Eddie. After that morning in Buck's apartment, their relationship had changed, in his belief for the better. The odd tension that had been hanging around them had slowly disappeared, replaced with a softer, lighter air that flowed through everything. Both of them decided to keep what they had going a secret, at least for a little bit. They wanted to make sure that they both were on the same page; plus, the team's teasing would be too much.
'Now it's up to you, Can we make a secret rendezvous?, Oh, before we do, You'll need to get away from you know who.'
Those lyrics, those specific lyrics, were torture to Eddie. He knew exactly what they meant when Buck sang them, knew exactly what the younger man was thinking of. Those gorgeous blue eyes locked with his, the colour had darkened as Buck continued his performance, but the message was not lost of Eddie; they had to leave soon. Even with their new relationship, and their desire to keep things simple, it did not pertain to the physical aspect of it. They were both physical people, Buck a bit more than he was, but the need to feel each other had grown since that morning.
He watched as Buck moved sensually towards him, microphone still raised to his soft mouth as he sang the finishing lines: 'Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing, Do you hear what I say?'. Buck, big, tall, strong Buck, leaned over where he sat on the couch and giving a wink before righting himself and turning back towards their friends. Eddie knew he was flushed, could feel how warm his face felt, how fast his heart was pounded and how tight his jeans had gotten.
"Buck, I think you would make a pretty good stripper," Hen says, causing everyone to laugh.
"Think I could be a pretty could addition to the Magic Mike franchise," Buck shoots back, dropping himself in the seat next to Eddie.
"Evan Buckley! That is not a mental image I want to have!" Maddie exclaims, covering her face with her hands before turning into Chim's body. "I hate you so much, Evan!"
Laughter rang throughout the room. He felt Buck lean against his shoulder, his body shaking with laughter as Maddie continued her rant about her 'devious little brother.' The laughter continues as everyone else seems to tag on Maddie's rant about Buck's 'devious' behaviour. The stories range from the flirting disasters on calls to the sex-crazed Buck 1.0 stealing a firetruck.
"Always bringing that up, always." Buck groans, the hand he had placed on Eddie's thigh tightened slightly.
Eddie wasn't sure how much longer he could stay here; Buck had been touching him stubbly the entire night, constantly driving Eddie crazy. It started with an arm draped across his chair at dinner, a hand pressed against his lower back when they had moved to the living room and the brush of a thumb against the back of his neck. He had already been half hard before Buck's 'performance,' and now all he wanted was to go home. Glancing to his right, he saw the dark look in Buck's eyes and knew that soon they could have their own' performance.'
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The couch cushion felt starchy against his back, but the pressure from Buck's body on top of him was perfect. They had gotten back to Buck's half an hour ago and immediately grabbed at each other; he was 85% certain he had ripped a few buttons off of Buck's navy shirt. While he loved Buck's apartment, he hated climbing stairs to get to the bed, especially when he wanted nothing more than to sink down onto his boyfriend's cock.
"You wanna sink down onto my cock?"
"I did not mean to say that out loud," he groaned, dropping his head against the couch beneath him.
"Aww baby, it's okay cause I want you to sink down on my cock," Buck said, lips brushing against Eddie's neck.
"Fuck," was all he could moan before grabbing the back of Buck's head and forcing him back up so he could kiss those lips. Eddie would never tire of kissing Buck. Buck's lips were soft, slightly chapped from all that biting he did when he was anxious and fit against his own wonderfully. Running a hand from Buck's neck, over his broad shoulders, and down his back to feel those hard-earned muscles shift underneath his skin. One of the things Eddie adored about Buck was how much bigger he was, and not just height-wise, from his broad shoulders that always covered him to those biceps that seemed to want to rip all of Buck's shirts.
"Do you wanna move up to the bed or stay down here?" Buck asked, barely moving away from Eddie and just staring down.
"Bed," he whispered, earning him a blinding smile and rather impressive display of Buck removing himself from above him.
He could do nothing but watch as Buck gave a quick stretch, that navy shirt hanging open showing off some fabulous abs that were begging to be licked. Lifting himself onto his elbows, Eddie merely looked at Buck, looked the man who had stolen away his heart so many months ago. He loved Buck with all his heart, had for so long, and now he was here, he was allowed to touch Buck as he had always wanted.
Reaching out, he grabbed at Buck's belt and pulled it towards him. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he forced Buck between his legs as he undid the belt, all the while staring up at Buck. He watched as those bright blue eyes darkened as they bored down at him, sending a feeling of anticipation through him. Eye's still locked with Buck's; he leans forward to press a soft kiss to denim that was constricting Buck away from him. Fingers wound their way into his hair as he feels Buck thrust into his face; he could feel the metal from the zipper brush against his lips. A flick of a wrist was all it took for Buck's pants to come undone; another flick for both pants and underwear to be pushed down Buck's thighs. Eddie could taste the saltiness of precum as the tip of Buck's cock pressed against his lips. The thing about Buck being physically big also meant that Buck was hung like a horse; long and thick.
Opening his mouth, Eddie slowly took the head of Buck's cock into his mouth; the salty taste of precum caused a shiver to run through him. His gag reflex wasn't all that great, but that didn't ever stop him from taking more into his mouth. Wrapping a hand around the base of Buck, he began to bob his head, slightly dragging his teeth over the sensitive appendage. The sensation of nails digging into his head to the thick, heavy cock in his mouth was sending him closer and closer to the edge. He had to stop now before he lost it completely and before anything could really happen and damn it, he had fucking plans.
"Fuck, baby," Buck moaned from above him; his voice was deep, needy, and causing Eddie's stomach to flip-flop.
Pulling off of Buck took all of his willpower. Glancing up at the man above him, his breath caught in his throat at the sheer want that was present in Buck's eyes. He had never felt this wanted. Even when he was with Sharon, she had never made him feel this, feel like the only person in the entire world. A soft brush of a thumb against his lip brought him out of his mind and back to the beautiful man before him. This beautiful man that had done so much for him had done so much for his son and was still seeming to keep giving. Surging up, he captured Buck's lips in a kiss that was equal parts loving and dirty. He desperately tried to push all of his emotions into the kiss, to make sure Buck knew that he was loved, that he was wanted just as badly. No matter how much he loved kissing Buck, it seemed his lung's need for air always won over in the end, causing him to break away. Resting his head in the junction of Buck's neck and shoulder, he breathed in Buck's smell: a mixture of sunscreen, the salty beach air, and something deeply earthy.
One hand came to cradle the back of his head as the other rested on the small of his back and simply held him close. God, he loved this man.
"You know what's crazy, Johann Sebastian Bach once wrote a song about coffee called 'Coffee Cantara.' It was centered around a father-daughter arguing over the daughter's overindulgence' of caffeine resulting in her not being able to find a suitor." Buck said softly into his hair.
Eddie couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his mouth.
"Out of everything you could have said, you chose to say another random coffee fact to me?" He asked between fits of laughter.
"Those 'random coffee facts,' as you so delicately say, are one of the reasons we even got together, good sir," Buck responded, releasing his to ensure the usage of air quotes. "I figured I'd drop some more random facts of knowledge I have."
Eddie could do nothing but stare at the other man. This man was the most ridiculous, sexy, 'golden retriever,' intelligent person he had ever met, and fuck, he loved him.
"Take me upstairs and fuck me, please."
Before he could even think about what he had just blurted out, he was thrown over a shoulder and quickly taken up those damned stairs. Once again, all he could was laugh. Not because anything was amusing but because everything felt right. Even as he was gently placed onto the bed, he couldn't keep a grin off his face even as Buck disrobed at the edge of the bed.
"I haven't even done anything to have you smiling that big yet," Buck said as he began undoing Eddie's own belt and jeans.
"You do more than you know," he whispered back as he leaned back on his arms to watch Buck drag his jeans down his legs.
Buck shook his head at him before slowly pulling down his underwear and watching his own cock rise to action. The easygoing mood quickly dissipated after that. Within moments, Buck was taking him down in one gulp, and it took everything in him not to thrust upwards into that warm, wet mouth. Running his hands through those silky, blonde strands, he leaned over Buck's head and willed himself not to come right then and there.
"Buck, I won't last long," he moaned out as Buck ran his tongue over his slit.
"Lube is in the nightstand," Buck said with a deep, raspy edge to it.
Gulping, Eddie shifted up the bed and reached for the nightstand to dig around the draw for the lube. Condoms would have been a part of their addition if not for the tests they both had recently done, and he, personally, wanted to feel all of Buck inside of him. Feeling the lube bottle against his fingers, he grabbed the bottle into what some might call a death grip and threw it next to him on the bed. Buck had moved from the floor onto the bed and was kneeling between his parted legs, just staring at him with those darkened, lust-filled eyes.
"If you don't get over here in the next second, I will start myself," he threatened to the younger man and watched those eyes widen before he was tackled into a desperate kiss.
He fought for dominance in the kiss, or at least he tried, before allowing Buck's tongue to take over his mouth. Feeling the warm, wet muscle run over his own tongue and all while Buck's rutted up against him was becoming too much. Grabbing at Buck's shoulders, he began to grind his leaking cock against the other's stomach, feeling a primal need start to take over him.
"You sure you wanna do this? We don't have to do it all," Buck asked him as he began to place biting kisses across his chest.
"Yes, I want to feel you."
A bite and suck was the response he was given before Buck began to move further down his body. Buck loved to mark him up; after each of their sexual endeavors, he was always covered in a variety of marks, almost creating a path from his shoulder to his thighs. While he, himself, did not enjoy leaving marks, being marked by Buck was a turn-on that he never thought he would have. Seeing the marks in the days after their nights together always got him hot all over and to the point that he couldn't spend too much time in the bathroom.
Another bite, followed by a kiss, was placed above his left hip, and if his hips thrust upwards well, he isn't to blame. Buck's mouth was always a fascination to him, and to feel it all over him just added to those fantasies he had created in his head. Just as he was coming down from the shock of those biting kisses, he felt finger prob his rim, felt the discomfort ring throughout him at the pressure. Taking a calming breath, he willed himself to relax, to think of the pleasure that is to come within a few moments. The thing is, this isn't the first time he has been fingered; when Christopher was away for the night at a sleepover or with abulea, he would allow himself the time to slow drive himself mad; all the while thinking it was Buck's thicker fingers inside of him.
"Fuck!" He yelped as he felt something hot and wet ran across his rim.
Glancing down, he saw Buck's head pressed against his hips. Another lick ran over him, but this time he felt that lubed finger press further into him, just barely beginning its journey. The added sensation of Buck's tongue and his fingers continuing their simultaneous assault caused him to lose all coherent thought. All he could think about was the feeling of Buck's fingers pressing inside of him, just barely grazing his prostate, and that wicked tongue licking him thoroughly. No words were able to fall from his mouth; he knew this. All he could do was grind down onto those torturous fingers.
"Baby, you are tight," Buck whispered.
"I need you in me, now." He responded, grinding against Buck's fingers again and just getting a fleeting touch against his prostate.
"Demanding," Buck snarked back, a smirk forming on his face as he removed his fingers and maneuvered Eddie to lay on his hands and knees. "Just wanna make sure you are ready and that it feels good."
Instead of responding, he merely pushed his ass back into Buck, the younger man's cock sliding between his cheeks; both grunted from the contact alone. He felt hands grasp at his hips, hands that were callused and rough but oh so gentle and pulled him further back into the other's space. The head of Buck's cock caught on his rim, and the tremor that ran through his entire body was enough to send him face-first onto the bed. One of those lovely hands left his hip, and the sound of the lube cap opening was all it took for another tremor to run through him; his heart was pounding so hard against his chest.
"Breathe Eds, tell me if it's too much," Buck says, as the blunt head of a cock pressed against his rim.
Suddenly all the air in his lungs is gone; all he can feel is an intense pain and discomfort. Buck is slow and deliberate as he continues that glacier pace of pressing forward into his ass. It burns. He feels like he's being split in two; even the calming hand on his lower back and the soothing words falling from Buck's lips aren't enough. It's too much.
"You've got this baby; I can stop if you need."
"No! Keep going," he grunts back; he doesn't want to stop. He knows what is coming. "Touch me."
Buck leans forward slightly, the head of his cock pushing further inside of his ass and just barely pressing against his prostate. Being the wonderful man he is, Buck doesn't tease him and simply wraps a hand around his leaking cock. However, Buck merely holds him.
"Buck, please," he begs, his entire body shaking at the pleasure coursing through him.
There was a beat of silence before Buck began to move. Eddie had never felt this before. The movement of Buck thrusting into him, at first slow and gentle, with the added feeling of the younger man's hand around his cock. He couldn't move, not because he couldn't, but the amount of euphoria rushing throughout him was paralyzing. Buck's thrusts were frustratingly perfect. They were hard and fast but just barely grazing against those nerves inside of him. The slap of skin and the heavy moans that rang throughout the room were downright filthy.
"Buck…please, wanna cum," he whined, pressing back against the other man, hoping to get him deeper inside.
"Alright," Buck responded, dropping his hand away from Eddie's cock.
Buck placed his hand back on the small of his back and gently pushed on that area, forcing him to push his ass higher into the air. The next few moments were possibly some of the best moments in his entire life. Buck began to hit his prostate head-on and grasped at his cock once more, running a thumb over the drenched head. The double sensation of Buck's cock and his hand was enough to send him over the edge; he might have completely blacked out at the intense onslaught of utter bliss.
"-ddie. Eddie, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
The blinding smile that Buck was wearing made his heart turn to mush. This man was everything, just absolutely everything. Buck must have turned him over to his back because reaching up to cup the younger man's face and pull him forward was warranted. The soft-touch of lips held a sense of yearning, of a hunger for one another even after everything that just transpired.
"You're amazing, you know that," Buck whispered against his lips, the smile was easy to feel.
"I know," he responded, earning a snort and a smack against his buttocks.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around the other's neck and pulled him down onto his chest; if his legs also happened to wrap around Buck's hips well, sue him. They laid there for what felt like hours before the sticky feeling began to make itself apparent.
"Shower and then bed?" He asked Buck, placing a soft kiss against the crown of the other's head.
"Yeah, want me to carry you?"
Pausing for a moment to really think over the question, Eddie felt a small fire began to burn in his lower part of his stomach at the thought of how easily Buck can carry him. Tightening around the other man was the only way he could answer. His entire body felt on fire at the arousal that seemed to ignite inside him. He felt Buck chuckling at his response as he began to move towards the edge of the bed, all the while not letting Eddie go in the slightest.
"I can feel you, you know," Buck said into his ear as his hands rested on the bottom of his thighs. "We can have this conversation in the morning because I am tired and you're gonna be a bit sore."
Shaking his head, Eddie just bit Buck's shoulder as he allowed himself to be carried into the shower, allowed himself to be showered in a love that was so warm and soft. By the time they both got back into bed, he felt a wave of tiredness run through him. Settling underneath the covers, he grabbed ahold of Buck's arm and dragging him over towards him; arraigning Buck's arm against his chest, he felt soothed. Feeling Buck's body heat against his back, completely encompassing him in warmth, and intertwining his hand with the hand that rested over his heart was what placed a gentle smile on his face.
Just as he felt unconscious start to take over his mind, he felt a kiss being pressed against his shoulder and the mumbled words of:
"I love you."