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Eddie’s always struggled with being pregnant. When it was Chris, he’d been nineteen — scared out of his mind, unmated, and suddenly expecting. Telling his parents had been hell. Telling Shannon hadn’t been much better. What they’d had back then was messy and half-formed, just two best friends who’d stumbled into bed and now, accidentally, set their entire lives up.
What he has with Buck is different. It just is. Different from anything else, from anyone else. It’s Buck.
What he has with Buck is different. He’s a different person now, an adult who he fell in love with well before he fell into bed with. Being with Buck is so different from being with anyone else ever has been. It makes sense, though — it’s Buck. Buck, who is sweet, and kind, and funny, and perfect, and most of all, he’s Eddie’s best friend.
But the pregnancy itself — that feels pretty damn similar. Or it feels similar enough that it stirs up old feelings and brings them to the surface.
It’s not even specifically that he feels unattractive; he just feels … like the centre of attention in the worst way possible. Something to gawk at. Suddenly, he’s not Eddie Diaz, firefighter, paramedic, father, friend, husband; he’s that Diaz boy walking around town knocked up again — it makes him feel sick.
It fucks with his day-to-day movements, but now, it’s fucked with their sex life, too. Not because Buck hasn’t tried, and not because Eddie isn’t horny and doesn’t want it. He’s so horny for Buck that it’s almost painful. It’s just that he’s months in now, and his body isn’t what it was. His stomach curves out no matter how he stands. His thighs are softer, heavier, always there. Always there, even when he tries not to look. Or they would be, if he could see them properly.
It’s fine. He’s six months in, and he hasn’t had sex in two months. He’s kind of accepted that he’ll be celibate the next three, too.
That is, until Buck finds him standing, nose scrunched as he runs a hand over the clean curve of his stomach, jaw tense with something insecure, something stressed.
Buck slides in behind him, arms wrapping around, his hand sliding over the top of Eddie’s and guiding it to the centre, his head propped up atop Eddie's shoulder. “Hey,” he whispers, right against the shell of Eddie’s ear. “Watcha lookin’ at, Eddie?”
Eddie sinks against him instinctively, grateful for the contact, but then his eyes drift back to the mirror — to his body, the one he wants so badly to enjoy and love, that only reminds him of a time that once was — a time when he was shoved down the aisle, married to someone who equally didn’t want to be married to him, before being stuck in a life he didn’t know how to live.
He doesn’t regret Chris for a second, but this pregnancy, as smooth as it is, just feels heavy. A reminder.
Eddie tenses again, shrugging Buck off and reaching for a loose shirt, tugging it over himself. Buck doesn’t let him run; he presses two firm hands against Eddie’s hips, dragging him closer, till he knocks against Buck’s thighs and crotch.
His dick is right there, Eddie’s horny, lust-addled omega mind unhelpfully offers, It could slip right in. Fuck another baby into you. Make you take it. Make you–
Eddie shivers.
A soft kiss is pressed to his shoulder. “You okay?”
Eddie nods, dodging Buck’s worried gaze, and tries to turn in Buck’s arms. Buck doesn’t let him, just keeps him moulded tight against Buck’s front.
“Can I feel?” Buck asks.
He’s never been very good at saying no to Buck. “Yeah, okay.”
Buck tugs Eddie’s shirt up by the hem before slipping his hand over and settling it against Eddie’s bump. The baby — their little girl — kicks excitedly, taking Eddie by surprise. Though he shouldn’t be all that shocked, when it comes to being greeted and touched, she seems to always know when it’s Buck, showing off as much as she can when he’s close.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Buck murmurs, directed toward the baby, the words travelling over Eddie’s shoulder. “You think your dad’s gonna tell me why he’s upset anytime soon?”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Buck.”
“What? I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to the little papaya-sized princess inside you. Please give us some privacy.”
Eddie sighs, settling against Buck, sliding his hand over Buck’s forearm, smoothing over the hairs there. A soft, barely there, contented purr rumbles from Eddie’s chest. “Any other questions for your daughter before I take a nap?”
“Mm, maybe.” He presses a kiss against Eddie’s shoulder, a little higher than the last, and the next one is right against the sensitive skin of his neck. Eddie shivers under the attention. “Kind of have a couple of questions for her dad now, I think. If he’s free. Think you can slot me in?”
Eddie rolls his eyes, endlessly fond. “You coming onto me, Buckley?”
“Buckley-Diaz,” Buck corrects, teasingly nipping the flesh beneath his mouth. “Get it right, please. They just reprinted our uniforms.”
“Reprinted a turnout I can’t even wear ‘cause I’m on light duty.”
Buck trails his fingers over Eddie’s stomach before curving them near the bottom, below Eddie’s bellybutton. “Yeah, but you will. Three or so more months with little Miss Papaya, then paternity leave and then, bam, you’re right back by my side.”
Eddie likes the sound of that. Though despite his insecurities and hormone issues, he’ll miss it, this, carrying her. As much as he thinks that maybe he doesn’t take to pregnancy well — he’s carrying a piece of Buck and himself around everywhere he goes. He’ll miss knowing that. He’ll miss knowing he’s growing a sweet little girl that he’ll get to care for and love. He wishes he could just enjoy it without being so stuck in his head all the time.
Being pent up really isn’t helping that fact. Nothing usually gets him out of his head more than Buck pushing him into the mattress and railing him till his thoughts melt out through his ears.
Eddie hums, tracing his fingers along Buck’s arm until his hand settles over Buck’s. “You miss me already?”
Buck pecks his neck, soft, his nose nudging against it. “Yeah. I miss spending every day with you. Miss getting to stare at your ass when you step out of the engine.”
Eddie laughs. “You were still checking me out? Like this?”
It’s then that Buck turns him around, brows scrunched. “Y-Yeah? Did you think I wasn’t?”
His hands settle on Eddie’s hips, almost pinning him in place, so that Eddie is forced to face him. If he truly pulled away, he knows Buck would let him go, but there’s an implication of Stay. Talk. in the firm grip of Buck’s fingers.
Eddie feels caught off guard, like the question itself had been a confession that he hadn’t even realised he was making. He wishes he could suck it back in and disappear into their bed.
He catches Eddie’s eye — blue locked with brown.
Eddie sighs. “I don’t look the same.”
“Yeah, Eddie, ‘cause you’re carrying our kid,” Buck says, his voice gentle, tilting into reverent. “My kid. My perfect, pretty husband is carrying my kid. Of course, I’m gonna check out his ass. And his arms. And his abdomen. And his chest. Fuck, baby, your chest.”
A short beat passes. Eddie feels hesitation claw just behind his ribs, but he ignores it, encircling his fingers around Buck’s wrist. He holds Buck’s gaze as he drags his hand behind him, letting his fingers drift over the small of Eddie’s back before pressing them against the curve of his ass. Buck’s hand moulds to it familiarly even after all this time, fingers twitching like he’s about to squeeze — but he doesn’t, just widens his eyes in question.
Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, leaning in to brush his nose against Buck’s jaw before nodding.
“You- uh,” Buck says, very eloquently, finally grabbing ahold of the muscle properly, squishing it between his fingers. “It’s a really good ass, Eddie.”
It feels like a decade since Buck’s hands were properly on him, but now that Buck is groping him with that eager little look in his eye, Eddie wants. He wants so badly his whole body burns with it.
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.” Eddie lifts Buck’s hand, guiding it upward until the tips of Buck’s fingers nudge the elastic of his sweats — and from there, Buck takes over.
His warm hand slips beneath Eddie’s clothes, squeezing his bare ass as he grinds forward against the air, unable to grind against Eddie’s dick like he normally would with Eddie’s stomach in the way. Eddie’s breath stutters, eye contact breaking as he tucks his face into the crook of Buck’s neck.
“Fuck,” Buck breathes, airy and light beside Eddie’s ear. He rolls his hips forward, his thickening cock pressing against the underside of Eddie’s bump. His fingers slip between Eddie’s cheeks, his index finger dragging through the space there, right over Eddie’s hole. It’s already slick — unsurprising, really, because Eddie swears he’s slick all the damn time these days, like his body is preparing to take his Alpha’s cock and come even though it’s already been knocked up by him.
Bet he could fuck twins into you, his brain offers. Which isn’t even really something that could work, medically speaking.
Buck sinks the tip of his finger in, just stretching Eddie on it with the small amount of wetness there, thrusting it shallowly through the furled muscle of his rim. Eddie’s breath stutters against Buck’s throat, his hips bucking forward as he buries himself closer to Buck’s scent gland.
“Missed this,” Buck whispers, quiet and private. “D-Don’t mind if you need space, or you don’t want it, but fuck, Eddie. Love getting to have you like this. Love your body. Love being inside you.”
It’s exactly what Eddie needs to hear. He pushes his hips back, forcing Buck’s finger deeper until the second knuckle slips in, his body accommodating the stretch easily. Slick smears over Buck’s finger, dripping freely now.
“Do you want to?” Eddie murmurs, maybe a little too low for Buck’s ears to catch.
Buck hums in question. “What?” He presses his finger in fully, pumping it in and out, unhurried.
Eddie pulls his face from Buck’s neck, cheeks flushed with warmth, and slides a hand along the side of Buck’s throat, cradling it softly. “I asked if you want to be inside me, Buck.”
Buck’s hand stutters, his eyes locking onto Eddie’s mouth. Eddie wets his bottom lip just to fuck with him, the flash of tongue snapping Buck’s brain fully online. His finger curls inside Eddie as he stammers, “Fuck. Yeah. Do you–”
Eddie nods instantly.
Immediately, Buck snaps into action. “Got it. I got you. One second–”
Buck slides his finger out, and a whimper tears from Eddie, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he mourns the loss of fullness. He doesn’t get to miss it for long. Buck grabs him by the thighs, lifting him easily, and takes the few steps across the room before gently lowering Eddie onto his back on their bed. Before the pregnancy, he would’ve tossed Eddie there and grinned at him boyishly — and as much as Eddie misses that, the tender care Buck shows him now turns him on even more.
Buck smooths a hand up Eddie’s clothed thigh, hooking his fingers into the waistband before easing the fabric down slowly, sliding it off foot by foot. Eddie tries to sit up to help, but Buck plants a firm hand on his chest and nudges him back.
“Let me look after you.” Buck’s eyes are big, and soft, and so, so blue. “Please?”
How could he say no to that? Eddie settles back, propped on his elbows, watching as Buck kisses along his thighs, reverent in every touch.
Buck takes his time, worshipping every inch of newly bared skin, adoring the thighs Eddie’s been avoiding looking at himself. After a beat, Buck lifts from where he’d been kneeling at the edge of the bed, kissing Eddie’s stomach once as he stands.
Eddie presses his tongue to the back of his teeth, fighting the urge to drag Buck down and ride him into the mattress. Buck wants to take care of him. To fuck him. Eddie can let him. Eddie wants to let him.
A finger nudges at Eddie’s hole again, and this time it’s met with his already pliant, well-slicked body. Heat floods Eddie as Buck sinks it inside — embarrassment and warmth prickling under Buck’s careful, reverent attention.
He doesn’t fight the feeling. He melts into it. He lets Buck look after him.
Buck doesn’t rush opening him up, stretching him slowly, drinking in every sweet sound Eddie can’t keep in and every squirm of his hips. Before long, he’s fucking three fingers in and out of Eddie with ease.
Eddie is collapsed back against the bed, squirming to push into the touch and scrambling for the sheets. Buck brushes his fingertips against Eddie’s prostate, teasing, and Eddie whimpers, eyes squeezed shut.
Eddie has to speed things along. Needs Buck inside him or he’s going to lose his mind. He doesn’t know how he ever lasted this long without it.
“C’mon, Buck,” he huffs, startled by how breathless he sounds. “Get in me, baby.”
Buck kisses the inside of his knee, fingers pumping a little faster. “Mm, no. Not ready yet. Think you can take four?”
Eddie’s tempted to kick him. “Buck,” he whines, fucking himself back against the digits as they slide into him. “Please.” He’s not ashamed to use Buck’s weak spots, even if it makes his cheeks burn. “Alpha, please.”
And that– that is one of his favourite buttons to push.
Buck groans, his forehead knocking against Eddie’s upper thigh. He recovers, looking up as Eddie rides his fingers. “Yeah, sweet thing? My omega needs dick so bad, huh?”
Eddie pushes himself up, thighs trembling on either side of Buck’s body, eyes wide and wet. “Get in me before I grab a toy and do the job for you.”
“Yeah? You think a toy can fuck you like I can? Think you can make yourself come on it?” Buck presses a little unkindly against Eddie’s prostate, massaging it firmly. “Maybe I should let you, huh? Get you to bounce all pretty on a toy while I watch. You’d make such a pretty show, Eds.”
The vision alone has Eddie flushing darker. He huffs. “Alpha. Can’t ride. Too heavy.” It’s not even true, but he knows what it’ll do to Buck. Buck’s fingers pause inside him, like he’s been struck still. Eddie flutters his eyes, still grinding his hips back. “Fucked full of your baby, remember? Carrying your pup. You really gonna make me take care of myself?”
A possessive noise rumbles from Buck’s chest. Got him. Hook, line, and fucking sinker. Buck slides his fingers out, and before Eddie can register it, he’s manhandled to the top of the bed, his head sinking into plush pillows. Buck takes a second to tuck one beneath Eddie’s hips, propping his ass up for comfort and easier access.
Buck’s pants aren’t even off — he’s only taken the time to ease his cock and balls out of his shorts. It hangs there, just a couple of inches from Eddie’s hole: pretty, heavy, and so hard. Eddie can tell by the flushed, wet head that Buck is aching to sink inside him. But Buck pauses, one hand gripping Eddie’s hip, the other hooking Eddie’s leg back over his own.
“You okay?” he asks, already breathing heavy, like just the sight of Eddie beneath him is getting to him. “This is okay?”
Eddie loves him so damn much.
“Yeah, baby,” he assures quietly. He pushes himself up just enough to grab Buck by the back of the neck and pull him into a searing kiss. Their mouths slot together messily, Eddie feeding his tongue into Buck’s mouth. Buck gives it right back, melting into the kiss as his free hand guides his dick into Eddie’s loosened hole. He presses inside, dragging a whimper from Eddie that Buck swallows greedily, smirking against his mouth.
Buck’s cock nestles deep — every inch stretching Eddie perfectly, achingly familiar. He’s missed this so badly. Wishes he could feel like this forever.
The kiss breaks, and Buck pants against Eddie’s mouth, eyes closed. “I love you so much.”
Eddie rolls his hips, grinding the head of Buck’s cock deep inside him. “Yeah?”
Buck nods rapidly and slides his cock almost all the way out before sharply snapping his hips, pushing it back in to the hilt, knocking the breath from Eddie’s lungs.
Eddie drops back against the bed, a whine crawling out from the depths of his throat.
“Yeah, baby. Love you. Love our pups.” Buck runs his hand over Eddie’s hairy, sweat-damp thigh, squeezing once at the plush muscle. “Love your perfect body. Love you so fucking much.”
Eddie lets his eyes fall closed — he can’t hear the affection and see Buck’s earnest, wide eyes paired with his sweaty, flushed face at the same time.
“Love you,” Eddie huffs out, taking it like he was made for it. “Love you so– oh fuck– so much.”
Buck eases his cock out, then guides it back home, filling him again and again. He’s giving Eddie time to adjust to the fullness, and Eddie lets him — but desperately, he just wants Buck to snap his hips forward and fuck every thought right out of his brain. But Buck needs this. Needs to know Eddie’s comfortable, not in pain, taking it easily.
Then, like he always does, he gives it to him properly.
Buck pounds Eddie into the mattress, hands gripping his hips with iron-firm strength. His pace is unrelenting, his thick cock stretching and filling Eddie so perfectly that Eddie can’t help but lose it completely. He tosses his head back, moaning, wanton and fucked-out.
“F-Fuck, Buck, baby, Alpha. Just like that, just–”
Buck slams into him, stuffing Eddie to the brim, making him feel every thick, claiming inch. Eddie whimpers, turned on out of his mind and beyond cock-drunk. Eddie drags his cement-heavy lids up, watching as Buck stares down at him like he’s the prettiest thing on Earth.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Buck whispers, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of Eddie’s soft chest as he fucks him shallowly. His gaze drifts down to where Eddie’s dick is hard and leaking against his swollen stomach. Buck groans at the sight, his rhythm faltering. “Fuck. My perfect omega. My sweetheart. My husband. You’re so perfect. Fuck, E-Eddie–”
Neither of them lasts long after that.
Eddie comes first, his hand wrapped tight around his dick as he spills messily over his knuckles. Only two thrusts later, Buck’s knot bullies its way inside him, locking them together as he floods Eddie full.
Eddie’s head is thrown back, eyes rolled into his skull, as Buck grinds his knot inside him, fucking his come even deeper, moaning something the shape of Eddie’s name over and over — the words slurring together until his orgasm crests.
Only when it’s over does Buck look regretful. Panic flares in Eddie’s chest at the shift in his scent. He pushes himself up despite his spent body, searching Buck’s face.
“You’re not gonna be comfy. Fuck. My knot’s not gonna go down for like thirty minutes, Eddie, and you’re stuck like this.” Buck pouts. “You wanted to lie down.”
God. Eddie loves him. Eddie loves him so much that he can barely breathe with how much adoration is stuffed inside the cavern of his chest.
“Buck, I am lying down,” Eddie says. “You’re the one who’s about to be stuck there.”
Buck rolls his eyes. “No, but you sleep on your side–”
“Baby. Alpha. My beautiful dumbass,” Eddie coos, pushing up to his elbows. “Just kiss me.”
Buck does, leaning down, his hand caressing the curve of Eddie’s stomach as he kisses him softly.