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Things change when you hit your thirties.

Your knees click when standing, hangovers last two days, foods you’ve lived off suddenly give you heartburn, you hold pamphlets like you’re playing a trombone as you try to find the right distance between the paper and your face before your eyes focus.

For Buck, his thirties came with a fresh new hatred for champagne and sparkling wine and its terrible effects on him.

He wasn’t a big drinker of the bubbly in the lead-up to his thirties, it was generally reserved for celebrations like weddings, and it was at Maddie and Chim’s wedding that he learnt a single glass of champagne knocked him on his arse and wiped him of his memories. It didn’t matter how little of anything else he drank; the French Fuckjuice went straight to his head and come morning, he wouldn’t remember anything else that happened after.

He relied on video footage to find out that yes, he had collided pretty heavily with a table, and that was why he had a bruise the size of Texas on his thigh for a week. It was a bit of a shock, because he’d barely drank anything in the lead up to the toasts. Maddie and Chim had entrusted him and Albert to be their witnesses. In order for their marriage to be legal, the two of them had to be sober when they signed the paperwork. He’d had a beer with the rest of the groomsmen for the photos, and then a sip of champagne with each speech.

At least, according to the other party goers he trusted with his big secret, he hadn’t done anything to ruin his friendship with Eddie. Booze made him flirty in the best situations; who the fuck knew how bad the Bad Bubbles would make him?

Buck believed someone, like Hen, had run interference once she realised that he wasn’t in any state to be near the man he was completely in love with, not that he could remember.

The Evil Fizzles didn’t take the whole night from him, just the parts that came after he finished the glass, so at least he had the memory of the ceremony. He doubted he’d stop crying if he couldn’t remember the ‘I do’s. Hell, he’d cried as they were being said.

He wasn’t hung over in the morning, just super dry in the mouth, and extremely confused.

So, naturally, he became Chim’s experiment. When he got back from the honeymoon, he and Buck worked on which drinks hurt him that way, and how much he needed before he became white-girl-wasted and an amnesiac.

Champagne, prosecco, sparkling wine – it all ended up on his banned substances list.

He managed to purchase an Xbox while dumb on a sparkling rosé. Didn’t realise it until it was delivered the next day. Chim, who was supposed to be taking care of him during these experiments, hadn’t managed to stop him from doing that. Buck spent an hour going through his bank account afterwards to find out if there were any other odd purchases or texts that he shouldn’t have made or sent.

There was one more purchase – a fairly expensive custom crocheted blanket for Jee from Etsy that was still being made – and, thankfully, no messages to Eddie, or any exes.

“That seems about right,” Chim had said when Buck had told him what he’d learnt. “Your priorities were an Xbox for Chris and a gift for Jee. They both have you wrapped around their fingers.”

A part of him wanted to argue that the Xbox was for himself. That part of him was a liar.

The part of him that said that he’d never have a prohibited drink again was also a liar, as he found out on New Year’s Eve.

The party was held at the Grant-Nash household. Buck stuck with the beers in the lead up to midnight, not drinking so many that he was drunk, but enough to have a good buzz going on. He wasn’t an inexperienced drinker, and he wasn’t about to get wasted in front of his boss and Athena.

He loved her, but he also still feared her, and still felt humiliated from that time he vomited blood in her backyard. It wouldn’t do to vomit because he was drunk. That would probably be far worse, no recovery from that.

And then, because it had to happen, they were a minute out from midnight, and a glass of champagne was pushed into his hands. He had no idea who put it there, but the beer buzz took over and convinced him that one sip couldn’t be too bad.

The one sip at midnight turned into half a glass, because, hell, it’s so easy to forget you’re not supposed to be drinking from the glass in your hand when you’re having a good time, and before he knew it, he’d finished it off.

Before he knew it, he was slipping sideways on the couch in the living space until his head landed in Hen’s lap mid-conversation.

Hen, bless her, was tipsy enough to not be bothered by it. She just kept talking while sipping on her wine.

“I’m really glad Eddie sticks with the skinny jeans,” Buck sighed, his head turned to the side as his eyes followed Eddie walk past on his way to the bathroom. “The world deserves to see his ass in skinny jeans, not those loose cargos everyone’s wearing these days.”

He was vaguely aware of Hen trying not to giggle as either the world gave him a slow-motion view, or Eddie slowed in his stride.

God, he hoped it was the former. He deserved to watch Eddie’s butt in slow-motion.

It was glorious.

“I wanna bite it.”

The world hit the pause button on Eddie’s journey, while Hen’s hand clamped over Buck’s mouth.

“How much have you had to drink?”

Buck groaned and turned his head up to look at the ceiling again. It spun with him. That was a bad idea. He should’ve stayed watching Eddie’s butt. It was gone by the time Buck looked to his right again.

“I had champagne at midnight,” he sighed, already mourning the loss of the view.

“You know the bubbles are your enemy.”

“Pfft,” Buck scoffed. “The bubble that is Eddie’s ass isn’t my enemy. Do you think anyone’s ever eaten him out before? I think I should. He deserves to be treated nice like that.”

Every little thought he had tended to tumble out of Buck’s mouth, even when sober, but things like his sexuality tended to be reserved for Hen. She was the first in the one-eighteen he came out to as bisexual, and had hugged him so tight that Buck had almost cried. They’d all joked about his heart-eyes for Eddie more than once, but after Hen had teased him about it one-on-one, she was the first person Buck confessed to. He trusted her with the things he felt the others would judge him for, and that, for Champagne Buck, meant oversharing.

“God, Hen, do you know what it’s like to fuck an ass that’s loose and sloppy from being rimmed for half an hour? It’s so fucking good, you just slide right in.”

“No, Buck, I don’t have the equipment to understand what that’s like.”

“Oh. Right. Well, it’s the best. I haven’t done that for years. Taylor and Ali were against butt-stuff, and Abby was way more interested in pegging me than letting me near her ass, which was fine, I definitely won either way there, but Eddie? I’d probably die if I was sleeping with him and he didn’t treat me to some of that cake. Like there’s just so much of it, I’d just dive right in.”

“You’re objectifying the man a little, Buck.”

“Nah, I mean it completely from a place of love and respect. I love the brain and heart he has, but also respect and appreciate the body that comes with it. You even said he was beautiful.”

There were fingers in his hair, petting him. Even sober, he’d have loved that. Hen was always so good to him. She was especially good to him when he was drunk, or fucked up by champagne.

“Wait, you eat people out for half an hour?”

Buck shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I? I enjoy it, they certainly enjoy it. Wins all ’round, yeah? I mean, if someone gifts you with an ass, you gotta treat it right by eating it right, right?”

“Oh my God, who gave Buck champagne?” Buck hadn’t even noticed Chim join them. “Did we learn nothing from my wedding and the experiments?”

Maddie sat on the other armchair. “I’m pretty sure you mean our wedding. How bad is he?”

“He’s talking about eating ass,” Chim said and laughed at the disgusted look Maddie sent his way.

“For thirty minutes,” Hen added.

“He’s been talking for thirty minutes about eating ass?”

“No, he apparently he spends thirty minutes going down on people.”

That got gasps from Maddie and Chim, making Buck laugh.

“How?” That was Maddie.

Chim asked, “Don’t you get bored?”

“Do I get bored making someone feel fantastic? Fuck no. Knowing that they’re having a good time means I’m having a good time. Honestly, having a woman come on my tongue multiple times, or getting a guy off without touching his dick, brings me as much satisfaction as my own orgasm.”

“Jesus, I didn’t need to know that about my baby brother,” Maddie groaned, but Chim was all grins.

“Really? ’Cause I’m starting to think that I married the wrong Buckley.”

Buck kept laughing as Maddie swatted her husband. “Nah, you’re not my type, Chim. You’re sexy, you’ve definitely got DILF down, don’t get me wrong, but your ass is too flat.”

Chim’s grin turned into a smirk. “Unlike a certain Firefighter Diaz. I get how we got to this conversation.”

Before Buck could say anything, Hen covered his mouth with her hand again.

“Good decision,” Maddie agreed. “We shouldn’t be encouraging him to say things he’ll regret or not remember tomorrow.”

Fucking champagne. Buck was having a great time. He deserved these memories.

Also, why was Maddie so sober? It was New Year’s Eve.

Chim huffed. “You guys literally just stole all the fun away.”

Wordlessly, Buck pointed at Chim and gave him the thumbs up. Chim was on his side. He liked Chim. Just not his rear.

“I think someone should get him home, actually,” Maddie said.

“I’m sure Eddie’s sober enough to take him.”

Hen snorted. “I think he’d rather it the other way around.”

Buck just shrugged. He’d be fine with either.

His escort home ended up being Maddie, who stole his phone from him after she saw what he was looking at – a website for men’s lingerie.

“C’mon, Maddie. Eddie’s ass would look amazing in pink lace.”

It would, it totally would. The pink would pop on his skin’s complexion.

“You cannot buy him lingerie, Buck. You can’t even tell him that you love him.”

Well, yeah, that made sense. What’s the point in buying your best friend panties you want to see him in if you couldn’t explain why you wanted to see him in them?

“Champagne Buck shouldn’t have a phone,” Maddie continued, and that made sense, too. “You’re not getting it back until I have you tucked into bed and at least a little unconscious. You can’t confess to him via text message.”

That’d be mortifying, Buck had to admit.

And Maddie, well, she was the best oldest sister ever, so she did her best.

She just had no clue that Buck had already done the dumb thing before she could grab his phone off him.

-

Buck found out a few days later.

The ping of a notification cut through the silence.

It was quickly followed by:

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Buck dropped the phone like it burnt him, and it was just by chance that it skidded across the table, still unlocked, to stop in front of Chim.

And, of course, Chim had to see what Buck saw.

“Oh.”

“I know.”

“That’s…”

“I know, Chim.”

“That’s not your address.”

“I know that’s not my address.”

“That’s…”

“I know whose address that is, Chim.”

“What’s going on?” Eddie asked, leaning over Chim’s shoulder to look at Buck’s phone.

Even Chim had the decency to hide the evidence. He locked the phone with a quick press of his fingers.

The way Eddie’s eyebrow raised at the challenge was not hot to Buck. It certainly wasn’t.

Though, it really was.

He pulled the phone from Chim’s hand. Might as well have snatched Buck’s heart with it.

“It’s cute that you think I don’t know his password.”

Buck felt his soul escape his body.

It was Bobby who took it from Eddie. He promptly returned it to Buck. “That’s enough. He looks like he’s ready to have a heart attack.”

Buck could barely manage a thanks as he quickly deleted the email that confirmed the men’s lingerie he ordered on New Year’s Eve had been dispatched, with Eddie’s address as the delivery address.

“Champagne Buck strikes again,” Buck grumbled.

“Bubbles certainly are your weakness,” Chim agreed, and Hen struggled to contain her giggles.

There was a story there that probably happened after the midnight champers.

Fuck champagne – he wanted to be in on the joke.

Also, fuck champagne – he needed to plan how he was going to intercept the parcel that had already been shipped, and, Buck realised with a groan, he’d just deleted any details he could’ve used to potentially have the panties rerouted to his apartment.

-

It arrived on a Tuesday. Fortunately, it was a Tuesday Buck had off.

Unfortunately, Eddie also had that Tuesday off.

Buck received an email from the vendor at half past nine saying that it was going to be delivered.

They were recovering from a twenty-four hour shift. Buck slept through the notification.

He also slept through the notification that it had been delivered at quarter to eleven, and proceeded to want to die when he woke at twelve-thirty.

Still, he hoped that Eddie had been every bit as tired as he’d been and had slept through the delivery driver knocking on his door, and that the package was just sitting on his doorstep, ready for Buck to pluck it and pretend like it never happened.

The doorstep only had a mat when Buck pulled into the driveway. He might’ve searched the front of the house a little hysterically, checking the mailbox, the planters.

When he couldn’t find it, he had no choice but to check inside the house.

“Hey, Eddie? You up?” Buck asked as he slowly opened the door with his key. God, he hoped Eddie woke up for the courier, put the unopened parcel aside to deal with later on in the day, and went back to bed.

“In the kitchen.”

Damnit.

“Umm, you haven’t received a package, have you?”

“What kind of package?”

The tone in his voice told Buck he knew exactly what the package was.

He was busted.

Their friendship was over.

It couldn’t possibly survive, not if Eddie knew that Buck wanted him in pink panties.

The fact that Eddie was still in the kitchen was a terrible sign. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Buck.

Buck’s heart shattered. “Hey, never mind. It’s…it’s dumb anyway.”

He started to step back towards the door when he saw the package out of the corner of his eye. It was opened, the evidence just sitting on the couch. Buck felt like throwing up.

“You gonna hang out there all day? There’s cake.” Eddie asked and Buck’s guilt tripled, because the very first thing he thought of was the cake that was Eddie’s ass.

“Umm…”

“Buck,” the tone was exasperated. “Get in here.”

It was an order, which was odd. Perhaps Eddie wasn’t avoiding him. Fuck, maybe he wanted him in the kitchen for this conversation, the one where he told him he was sick for turning their friendship into that.

Buck took a deep breath and did as his soon-to-be former-best-friend told him to.

And the moment he had Eddie in his sight, he paused.

That wasn’t unusual.

It wasn’t unusual that Eddie would reach into the top cupboard for dishes. That wasn’t strange at all.

What was unusual was the pink Buck saw on the strip of skin that showed between the bottom of Eddie’s shirt and the top of his jeans.

It looked a hell of a lot like the strings that criss-crossed over the back of the lacy panties Buck had seen in his browser’s history…

Oh.

The way Buck’s dick got hard was most unusual for a man his age. He was a little surprised he didn’t pass out.

“...you…”

Eddie turned, retrieved glasses in hand, and he just looked so confident, so proud, that Buck’s throat went dry.

God, he needed Eddie. He needed him over the kitchen bench, or the dining table, or the couch. Any surface he could bend him over would be good enough.

“So about that package you ordered.”

“Oh my God.”

“Fits pretty snug, you know?”

Buck could’ve choked on his own tongue. “You’re wearing them.”

Eddie grinned. Buck couldn’t imagine anything sexier. Eddie, who’d only really fucked three women before, was wearing pink lacy panties Buck had bought for him, and was wearing them with confidence, knowing that they were driving Buck crazy in a sexual kind of way.

The tease.

Buck wanted nothing more than to sink any part of himself into Eddie. Be it his fingers, his teeth, his tongue, his cock – he wanted to be deep in Eddie in any way Eddie would let him.

“I’m not sure how much you remember, you’d had champagne,” Eddie said, and Buck was never having champagne ever again, that was the truth that time; he wanted to remember things that got him in Eddie’s kitchen with Eddie in pink panties Buck had bought for him, “but you said a couple of things about my ass that got me really interested. It’s not like I wasn’t interested before…”

“Wait, what?”

“...but hearing you say that you want to bite my ass, and rim me for half an hour? I’m in.”

“You were interested before?”

Eddie stood a little too close for Buck to focus. He smelt amazing, like his shower gel and the beers he’d just poured for the both of them. They never drank beer in glasses.

Fucking hell, he’d deliberately grabbed the glasses to show off to Buck those straps.

And! And he’d showered before Buck had gotten there. What had he cleaned in that shower?

Yup, Buck was ready to pass out with how little blood he was getting to the head with the brain in it.

“Yeah, Buck.” He put the glasses down, grabbed Buck by the buckle of his belt.

For some reason, Buck’s mouth kept moving. “You never said anything.”

Eddie dragged him closer. “Neither did you.”

They were chest to chest. Buck’s hands found their way to Eddie’s hips. He thumbed at the straps, fuck.

“I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “What’s really fucked up is that I’m wearing panties you bought me and you haven’t kissed me yet.”

Buck remedied that. He ducked his head down, Eddie angled his face up, their lips met in the middle.

Kissing Eddie was hot and slick and absolutely fucking glorious. It was perfect with the scratch of stubble, the way Eddie’s hands ran up Buck’s torso, one stopping to grab his trapezius, the other to cup the back of his head.

And Buck had no choice but to drop his hands down from Eddie’s hips to cup his arse. He gave it a firm squeeze, like it deserved, and delighted in the groan that came from Eddie. Fuck, it felt as good as he’d dreamed it would, as meaty as he’d hoped, perhaps better because he knew Eddie was wearing the panties.

He pulled Eddie in closer, brought their bodies flush together. He could feel the hardening of Eddie’s cock against his thigh; hoped Eddie could feel his, too.

Buck walked them back against the fridge, giving no care at all to the magnets that crashed to the floor as he broke the kiss to explore Eddie’s neck. Fuck, he wanted to cover Eddie’s skin with hickeys and bites, strip him so all he wore were the panties and Buck’s marks.

He started with Eddie’s shirt, slipping his hands up his back, taking the tee with him. He’d fantasised of Eddie’s shirtless body since he first saw it, all those years ago. He’d seen it more than a couple of times since, it was a weekly occurrence, but he’d dreamed of touching it, of tasting it. Buck felt Eddie’s groan against his lips when he kissed his throat, felt needed when Eddie’s hands clamped onto his biceps. He got his teeth into his shoulder, right above a bullet scar, sucked a mark onto the skin as his fingers squeezed his arse again.

He was going to take Eddie apart.

And Eddie – Eddie just let him take whatever it was he wanted. He stood in Buck’s arms, tipping his head where Buck guided him to give him access to his jaw, his neck, his lips. He shuddered when Buck bit him, panted with each hickey, moaned with every shift of Buck’s thigh against his cock, groaned every time Buck played with his arse. He was perfect, just giving himself over to whatever Buck wanted. His job that night was to look pretty in his pink panties and to let Buck eat him out, and he took his job very seriously.

That was so true of Eddie, too. Buck knew this, he knew that Eddie’s current roles were father and firefighter and he dedicated himself to being the best of both. He deserved a day of worship, and Buck was determined to provide him that.

Buck moved a hand to the front of Eddie’s jeans – why the fuck was he wearing jeans on a day off, Jesus, he normally just wore track pants when all he had to do that day was stay at home, perhaps he knew how the tight jeans drove Buck crazy – and popped open the button.

“Bed,” Eddie gasped, and sure, Buck would’ve loved to go down on him while he was bent over the kitchen bench, but he couldn’t deny that a bed would be better.

Ever the dad, Eddie picked up his shirt from where Buck had dropped it when Buck stepped back, and led him through the house to his bedroom.

Buck’s eyes were trained on that arse, his mouth damn-near watering as he watched Eddie move. He was going to absolutely gorge himself on that. Might just be the tastiest, most filling meal he’d had in a long while.

Champagne Buck was a fucking genius, and Sober Buck was going to reap the benefits of Champagne Buck’s amazing work.

The discarded shirt was tossed into the laundry basket – the domesticity of it all – then Eddie was back in Buck’s space, pulling at the soft, worn tee-shirt Buck had hastily thrown on in his rush to stop Eddie from finding the package.

Buck let him strip him of it, kicked his shoes off at the same time, so fucking thankful that he hadn’t managed to intercept that delivery, and kissed Eddie, feeling his stomach flip just that little bit when Eddie’s hands circled his waist.

They kissed like they’d been doing it for years, like they’d already learnt exactly what the other liked and needed. Eddie used the perfect amount of tongue; his lips closed over Buck’s lower, letting Buck have his upper. He pulled back for a breath the same time Buck did, nuzzled into his cheek for a moment while they caught their breaths, leant at the same time as Buck for the next kiss.

“Lemme see,” Buck groaned, their lips parting with a filthy smack. “I wanna see you in them.”

Eddie looked so fucking good when he stepped back from Buck, a hand on his chest to stop him from following him. His lips were red and wet, he had bite marks over his chest and shoulders, the outline of his cock was thick in his pants, there were red spots over his cheeks. Everything he was showed that he was Buck’s.

And then, with hooded eyes, he gripped himself through his jeans, and yeah, Buck’s groan might’ve been louder than Eddie’s, but he couldn’t help himself. Eddie was showing off. He fucking knew that he was gorgeous, that Buck couldn’t wait to get his mouth on him, and he was going to fucking exploit it while they had the time for it.

“Fuck,” Buck breathed, watching Eddie’s hand run over his hard length, up and down, a couple of times, before Eddie slowly eased the zipper down, exposing more pink lace with every tooth of the zip. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He hadn’t even seen the whole thing, but he knew Eddie was gorgeous in it. How could he not be?

Buck’s breath caught in his throat when Eddie was finally done undoing his jeans and pushed them down his hips. Christ, the panties were tiny, barely covered anything. The lace held his cock and balls, sat low on his pubis and hips, and two straps of pink elastic criss-crossed over the front of his belly, just a little bit lower than his navel. The back looked the same, Buck discovered, when Eddie turned and crawled over his bed.

He stayed on his knees, pressed his chest to the bedding, shoved a pillow beneath his hips, and reached back to grab his arsecheeks, showing himself off to Buck.

Buck followed, putting himself at the foot of the bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, taking in the sight. Eddie was practically presenting himself to him, the lace was thin enough for him to see his hole between those spread cheeks. Buck practically salivated, he couldn’t wait to get his tongue on him, in him.

He ran his hands over the lace, thumbed over his hole through the panties, thought of how lovely it’d look with a jewelled plug. He bit on a cheek through the lace because he had to.

Eddie jolted, but he jolted back towards Buck rather than away. It reminded Buck of the time he got his shoulder tattooed. His artist had laughed that Buck was the only person he’d worked on who’d jumped towards the needle instead of away from it. Fuck, if he could put needle to Eddie’s skin, he’d tattoo the patterns of the lace, the outline of his teeth.

He licked at that bite mark, loved the texture on his tongue. Bit him again on the other cheek, just for the hell of it, and got the same reaction. Gave that mark a few dry kisses, moved over to Eddie’s crack, kissed his hidden hole. He ran his hands over him again.

“May I?” he asked, his fingers curling into the waistband of the panties.

Eddie rolled his hips with a moan, letting his lace-covered cock rub against the pillow he was propped up on. “If you don’t, I’ll probably have to kill you.”

“Yes sir.”

It was with absolute reverence that Buck peeled away that final layer, exposing all of the skin Buck had been fantasising about, though his cock stayed trapped inside. He batted Eddie’s hands away, took over spreading him for him, and he dove in head-first, euphoric with the gasp that came from Eddie. He pressed wet kisses to Eddie’s hole, then lathed over it with broad swipes of his tongue, making Eddie squirm.

“Oh my God,” Eddie gasped into the pillow he was holding to his chest, rocking back into Buck’s tongue.

It was amazing, compliments to the fucking chef. Eddie was so perfectly responsive.

He moved on to lighter licks around the rim, circling with the tip of his tongue, getting it wet, loosening it up. That got a strained cry from Eddie. He kissed it again, sealed his lips around it and suckled; Eddie keened, thrust his arse back into Buck’s mouth.

The sounds they made were fucking filthy, from Buck’s slurping and moans and the way his lips smacked against Eddie’s skin, to Eddie’s deep groans.

“Have you…” Buck paused, he had to run his tongue along his crack again, didn’t want to have his mouth too far from that beautiful hole for too long. “Have you,” fuck, he just had to kiss it again, it was practically winking at him, “had anything,” another suckle at that gorgeous rim, “inside you before?”

And Eddie, the cool and calm and never-panicked Eddie, scrambled across the bed to the bedside table to fish out a bottle of lube, which he threw back at Buck, then shuffled back into position.

“Fingers and toys,” Eddie confessed. Buck couldn’t see his face, not with how quickly he shoved it back into the pillow in preparation for whatever it was he assumed Buck had planned, but Buck imagined he was blushing.

“We,” Buck said, slapping a hand down on a cheek and giving it a squeeze, before he bit down on the other, “will need to explore that further in the future. I really want to see you finger yourself.”

He sat back long enough to enjoy the marks his teeth and palm made, then resumed his feast.

He pointed his tongue, put a little more pressure into the lick, tried to dip his tongue in. Did it again and again until the furl of muscle allowed him in, just that tiny bit. Buck’s groan was louder than Eddie’s. God, he loved this part.

He tucked his thumbs a little closer to Eddie’s hole, spread his cheeks apart further, gave himself more room to delve in. With every press of his tongue, he worked himself in a little further. Eddie was fucking squirming, making noises as delicious as his taint.

Buck could’ve eaten Eddie’s arse for every meal. He thoroughly intended to do it daily, and it seemed like Eddie would let him.

Eddie fucking whined when Buck’s tongue finally breached him properly. Buck could’ve cried with joy. What he did, instead, was reach for the bottle of lube. Eddie’s abundant cheeks could’ve smothered Buck when he had to take his hands away but refused to take his tongue out of his hole, and he would’ve been okay with that death, but he slicked up his fingers quickly enough, held him open with one hand.

By the time he slid a finger in beside his tongue, Eddie’s hole was so sopping and relaxed, the lube almost wasn’t necessary. It went in easily, tearing a sob from Eddie’s chest.

“God, so beautiful, Eddie,” Buck praised, licking around his finger, as he started to fuck Eddie with it. “Your ass…” He hooked his finger in and pulled down, letting him lick into him again. “Your ass takes it all so well.” More kisses, more sucks and slurping. “Takes me so well.” He pushed in a second finger with absolutely no resistance. “So fucking gorgeous.”

He pumped those two fingers in, spreading them, spat into Eddie. He stretched him diligently, pushed as much lube and spit into that perfect fuckhole to make sure…

Fuck, Buck was going to ruin Eddie when he finally got his cock into him. He hadn’t thought of it the entire time he was dining on his magnificent arse. He was as hard as he’d ever been, so completely ready to take and take and take, but he wanted Eddie to come first. He needed it.

He slipped a third finger in, continued to lick around them. Eddie’s hole was a red mess, ready to be destroyed, if the way Eddie continued to rock back into him was any indication.

Buck crooked his fingers just so, and Eddie very nearly convulsed, already at the edge well before Buck found his prostate. He focused his attention there, rubbing over it with every thrust of his fingers.

And then Eddie removed the pillow from under his hips. He kept himself up on his knees and fucked himself back on Buck’s fingers and mouth.

“Eddie?”

When Eddie spoke, it was slurred and hoarse. “Gonna come.”

That sent sparks down Buck’s ignored cock. “Yeah?” He kissed the top of his hole, kept rubbing at that nub, as he looked up at the long line of Eddie’s back. “Didn’t want to?”

Eddie shook his head. “Gonna come from this. Didn’t wanna come from the pillow.” Well, that had to be the most erotic thing Buck had ever heard. “And then…” Eddie had to swallow. “And then you’re gonna fuck me, yeah? Slide right in, you said.”

Jesus fucking Christ, Buck lowered his head, doubled his efforts. He had no idea what Eddie was talking about, it was probably Champagne Buck who said anything about sliding right in, but fucking hell, it was one of the best feelings in the world.

His fingers and chin were so fucking wet, the panties that sat just below the swell of Eddie’s arse were drenched, and Eddie’s hips kept pressing back for more and more. Buck was determined to get him off without touching his dick. His jaw ached, his fingers were starting to cramp, his tongue was exhausted, but it would all be worth it for Eddie’s orgasm.

Buck, himself, knew the wonders of a fucking good prostate orgasm, and wanted nothing more than to have Eddie shake and moan and fall apart before him because of his fingers and tongue. He suckled more, slurped more, licked and licked and licked, while his fingers fucked him for a bit, then rubbed against that nub, before fucking him some more.

Eddie gasped as he started to come. Buck groaned as Eddie tightened around his fingers, around his tongue, jerking wildly as his cock spilt into the panties.

Buck milked him, keeping the pressure on his prostate until Eddie whined, then quickly shucked his pants and precome-stained boxer briefs to crawl up Eddie’s shivering body. He pressed a kiss behind his ear, ran warm hands over his arms and shoulders.

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” His cock left wet smears over his lower back. “That was a little intense.”

A low growl actually came from Eddie’s throat.

“Buck, you need to fuck me right now.”

“Condom?”

“’m clean,” Eddie breathed, and Buck assumed he would’ve gotten checked after his last girlfriend, the same way Buck had.

“Same.”

“Then get to it.”

Fuck, he was about to fuck Eddie, his Eddie, raw.

He’d never had that before. Had never had that kind of intimacy or trust, or understanding that this was it. They hadn’t discussed it, but they both knew that there was no coming back from it. If Buck fucked Eddie sans condom, he wasn’t going to fuck anyone else ever again.

He was so completely fine with that. Ecstatic, even.

Buck kissed his neck, pressed a few to his spine, worked his way back down to Eddie’s twitching hole. He couldn’t help it, he gave it a few more licks, a couple more kisses, spat in it again, put his thumb in it. God, it was so fucking beautiful.

Buck was addicted.

“Lie down flat,” Buck instructed, and kept licking away while Eddie did as he was told.

Buck gently pulled the panties down the rest of the way down Eddie’s legs, felt his own cock kick when he felt how wet they were, and quickly slicked himself up with the lube. He wasn’t going to last long.

And because he was an addict, he dove right back in for another hit. Eddie’s groans didn’t help the situation, they just made him want to eat him out until the end of time.

Fuck, he was sloppy and loose and so fucking ready for Buck to make his goddamn fucking home in Eddie’s body.

“Right now, Buck,” Eddie moaned, and who was Buck to deny him anything?

Buck pulled away and settled on the backs of Eddie’s thighs, spread his cheeks with his hands again, took in the image of his cockhead resting right outside that heavenly hole, that Michelin-star dish.

If only he could take a photo.

He wouldn’t have to, though. He’d have this view as often of Eddie would let him.

He shuffled up, used one hand to spread Eddie, used the other to guide his cock into him, and fuck, he really did just ease in, just slid in, slipped through the lube and spit like he was meant to be there.

“Holy fuck,” Buck gasped, because it was as close to a religious experience as Buck had ever had, his hips already pressed to the ample meat of Eddie’s cheeks, “you’re so perfect.”

Eddie reached back with a shaking hand, grabbed on to Buck’s thigh. “Dios.”

“You good?” Buck ran his hands up and down Eddie’s back, not willing to move until Eddie gave him the go-ahead. Fuck, he was so hot, so wet inside, Buck fit so snugly. He understood why people wanted to fuck bare.

“Amazing,” Eddie groaned. “Better than my toys.”

The mental image had Buck moaning. The thought of Eddie fucking himself with toys was thrilling. “You’ll have to show me that, too.”

His hands lowered to his cheeks again, spread them again to see that gorgeous hole wrapped around his dick. If it was possible, he’d bend down, lick that space. Goddamn, he almost wanted to pull back out and go down on him again.

But then Eddie clenched around him, wrought a low groan from him, tested his control.

“Fuck me, Evan.”

Buck’s control nearly snapped.

Gently, because he was a gentleman who wanted to please his partner instead of just taking whatever he wanted, he rolled his hips, getting a squirm from Eddie.

“Good?” he asked again, and not just because being told he was good did things to him.

Eddie nodded his head rapidly. “Yeah. Yeah.”

If Eddie felt Buck’s cock twitch at the admission, he didn’t say anything.

He rolled into him a couple more times, changed the angle just so, caught the way Eddie’s breath hitched as his cockhead brushed his prostate.

“Not too sensitive?”

“I can come again.” The words were muffled by the pillow, but they were enough for Buck’s hips to jerk quickly.

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah, still hard.”

Buck’s hands ran down his back, settled on his hips, just above where his arse cheeks rippled with every thrust Buck made, because he’d moved up to thrusting without realising it. The sight was mesmerising. “That something you learnt from your toys?”

Eddie was nodding his head again.

“I’m really gonna have to see that,” Buck groaned, and started to pull Eddie back onto his cock as he thrust in.

It was so fucking perfect, the slide was just so delectable, and Eddie, fuck, the sight of Eddie’s hands clenching the pillows, his face buried to hide the noises he made – Buck wasn’t going to last, he wasn’t, but he had to. He needed to pull that other orgasm from Eddie, had to feel him clench on his cock the way he had his fingers, he had to know what it was like.

He fucked into Eddie harder, aimed for that spot inside Eddie, bullied it when he found it. He took in Eddie’s cries, his gasps, his moans as he rode him, each sound pushing Buck closer to the finishing line as surely as the feeling of Eddie around him.

“Eddie,” Buck panted, “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. Please, babe. Please.”

Eddie managed to lift his head off the pillow. “Rim me some more.”

Buck laughed hoarsely. “If you think that’s gonna take the edge off…”

“Just do it, Buck.”

Buck wasn’t going to deny either of them that chance. He pulled out, nearly sobbed with want when he saw Eddie’s gaping hole, and got his mouth back on it, his tongue back in it, savouring the taste of Eddie, and the way he practically howled under him.

Buck had to reach down to tug at his own balls to stave off his orgasm. It was right there, right fucking there, but he needed to hold out.

He kept one hand at the base of his dick, pinching where he needed to, while the other kept Eddie spread, his tongue fucking into him. Eddie went wild with it, keening and squirming, so completely receptive and wanting, almost riding Buck’s face with how much he moved.

It was a good fucking thing it was the middle of the day and no one was home, because the noises they made were so incredibly loud and dirty; Buck was not a quiet eater and Eddie had pushed the pillow away, had pushed himself up on his elbows to help push himself back onto Buck’s lips and tongue, so there was nothing silencing him.

Eddie got himself onto his knees, reached down to tug at his cock. “Back in, Buck. Get back in.”

Buck just about launched himself in his haste, his desperation, scrambled back over Eddie to slide his cock into Eddie’s sopping hole, sighed with the absolute fucking pleasure of it.

It didn’t take long for him to find Eddie’s prostate again. “Jesus, Buck!”

Buck panted, heat coiling in his gut as he pounded into Eddie, so close, so close, so close…

Eddie tensed and Buck damn near cried out when he felt him clench down with his climax, tipping Buck over with him. The only part of Eddie still moving was the hand on his cock while Buck pushed himself in as deep as he could get, pulsing into Eddie with one of the most intense and satisfying orgasms of his fucking life.

And when it was over, when they’d both emptied themselves, Eddie reached back with his wet hand, grabbed Buck’s forearm, and dragged him down to the bed. He was still shivering, like he did with his first orgasm, when he coaxed Buck into spooning him, not that Buck needed much motivation. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to withdraw out of him when Eddie had him cuddling into him, Eddie’s hand stroking over the arm he’d pulled over his waist.

Buck peppered Eddie’s shoulders and back and neck with kisses in between his breaths, his head still somewhere up in the clouds, full of bliss, and his heart still racing. His body tingled with how good fucking Eddie was.

“Wow,” Eddie sighed and Buck actually had to laugh, because, yeah. Wow.

“Champagne Buck strikes again.”

“In the best way possible.”

Buck nuzzled the back of Eddie’s neck. “Your ass in those panties – I mean, your ass generally is pretty fucking spectacular – but in those panties? Fucking pretty. Gorgeous.”

It was Eddie that laughed then. Buck felt it along his softening cock. “So you’ll buy me more?”

“Weekly, if I have to.”

“Good, because I’m going to need a weekly repeat.”

“Sounds like I’m going to enjoy Tuesday lunches more.”

Eddie laughed again, and Buck’s cock slipped out that time. “I’m gonna have to get Ravi a gift.”

Buck’s nuzzle turned into a bite. “Really? You’re going to bring Ravi into our pillow talk? Our first pillow talk?”

“He’s the one who gave you the champagne at the New Year’s Eve party.”

Buck kissed over the bite mark apologetically. “He gets the world’s biggest gift basket.”