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Buck’s alarm pulls him out of a very nice dream in which Eddie was the one taking Buck home from the club and showing him exactly how skilled and competent his hands are.

With an annoyed groan, Buck opens his eyes and fumbles for his phone to shut off the annoying sound. It takes him a moment to shake off the remnants of the dream that try to pull him back in, his subconscious eager to fall back into a universe where Eddie wants him just as bad as he wants Eddie. 

Unfortunately, he cannot do that because reality is calling and he needs to be at the firehouse in just a few hours. At least, reality also has Eddie Diaz, even if real life Eddie isn’t reciprocating his feelings. 

He sits up and drags a hand over his tired face before checking his phone. Ever since Hen came clean about her sickness, Buck has been dreading getting any more bad news but the need to make sure his family is okay wins every time. This morning his lockscreen only shows a good morning ☺️ text from May, an instagram reel from Ravi, and a calendar notification for Chris’ optometrist appointment tonight. The tension around Buck’s chest loosens up immediately. 

Buck gets out of bed while replying to May and shooting a text to Eddie asking him if he wants Buck to swing by the small coffee shop that makes Eddie’s fave iced vanilla latte before picking him up for work. 

On his way to the bathroom, he drops his phone on the kitchen counter and looks out of the big window above the sink. The sun slowly creeps over the fence in his backyard, gradually lighting up the garden – still his favorite part of the whole house. It really is his little piece of heaven on earth. 

For a moment he contemplates getting a quick morning workout in but decides against it. He kinda made up his mind about treating Eddie to his coffee, so he needs to leave earlier than usual. The coffee shop is a little out of the way after all. But it will make Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes go all soft and gooey and his cheeks blush with happiness so it’s more than worth it. 

As soon as he’s done in the bathroom, Buck walks back into his kitchen to make himself a quick breakfast smoothie to drink in the car. Chim has begged him to make waffles for breakfast today, which he’s going to serve with a fruit salad and homemade egg bites with spinach and cheese. It’s gonna be a whole spread, so a smoothie will hold him over till later. 

He checks his phone to see if Eddie has texted him back but is met with nothing. When he goes into their messages, his text only shows as delivered, meaning that Eddie hasn’t even read it yet. 

“Weird,” he mumbles to himself but suppresses the worry that wants to bubble up. He’s just about to give Eddie a quick call to check up on him when he turns towards the window and stops in his tracks. 

The display is lit up with Eddie’s contact picture – a pretty shot of him at the beach a few months ago, bathed in the warm glow of the sunset, his smile bright and easy after a day spent with their family – but the need to call is suddenly futile. 

Because Eddie is in his backyard? 

And he is putting down a yoga mat? 

And he is wearing a low cut tank top and...are those leggings? ...Really fucking tight leggings? 

Are those yoga pants?

Buck swallows harshly, his eyes zero in on Eddie’s legs. His thighs are fucking insane but his ass? It looks positively delectable and Buck wants – no needs – to get his mouth on it. The urge to press his face into the pillowy cheeks makes his dick twitch in his jeans. 

“Am I still dreaming?” Buck whispers to himself and pinches the skin of his forearm hard. Yeah, not asleep. What the fuck?

Buck drops his phone on the kitchen counter and almost stumbles over to his patio doors, pulling the glass door open and stepping into the warm morning air. 

Eddie is doing some stretches, his eyes closed with a serene smile on his face. He doesn’t seem to notice Buck’s arrival as he moves into a tree pose, balanced and secure. 

Since when does Eddie do yoga? Since when does he even know yoga? Since when does he own fucking yoga pants?

…And why is he in my backyard?

“What is happening right now?” Buck mumbles as he watches Eddie switch poses again. 

His eyes are still closed and face turned towards the sun, the rays lighting up his skin. 

“Good morning, Buck,” Eddie’s voice startles him, his voice warm with his smile. He turns back around to face Buck. 

“G-good morning,” Buck replies, stepping closer to the purple yoga mat that is currently lying on his patch of grass. “Uhm, Eddie? What are you doing here?”

Eddie moves out of the pose and opens his eyes just to roll them playfully at Buck. “What does it look like to you? Spoiler alert, I'm not knitting.”

“Yes, I know that,” Buck huffs, crossing his arms. He tries his hardest not to stare at the muscles in Eddie’s legs but, christ, they are distracting. Not to mention the bulging muscles in his arms, the biceps shiny with sweat and highlighted by the tank top. “I mean, what are you doing here, in my backyard? As far as I know you have one of those right behind your own house. Making it your backyard, which has a lot more space than mine does and is, you know, at home for you?” 

He has no idea if his words are making sense but it is far too early to see this much muscle and skin he desperately wants to lick and he has far too little caffeine in his system for his brain to function properly. 

Eddie moves his arms up and above his head, stretching his torso, which is not helping Buck’s situation in the slightest. A small whimper bubbles up which he tries to cover with a cough. 

“I am aware of my own backyard that I have been paying rent for almost a decade now, thanks Buck,” Eddie replies, his tone now definitely teasing. 

Okay, rude. 

“Great, so I ask again. Why are you in my backyard then?” He snips a little, his morning taking a turn he really did not see coming. 

“The morning sun actually reaches your backyard and your grass is much softer than mine which makes morning yoga so much better,” Eddie shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Oh,” Buck says, unsure how to respond to that. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Eddie shrugs again while moving into yet another yoga pose, one that Buck has never seen before. 

“And I didn’t think you were into yoga,” Buck closes his eyes against the picture of Eddie squatting low and pushing his ass up in the air. “S-since when exactly are you into yoga?”

“Huh?” He pants out, obviously far too focused on the pose to talk to Buck and actually give him real a answer. Buck is now aroused and just a tiny bit annoyed and a lot overwhelmed. “Oh, I picked it up while I was in El Paso, Maddie said it might be good to deal with all the stress and it was a good way to pass the time, you know, learning a new skill and all.”

Buck stumbles a little at the words, his heart missing a beat when he registers what exactly Eddie just said. “Uhm, since-since when do you and Maddie talk?” He sputters. 

Eddie breathes deeply and comes back into mountain pose before looking back into Buck’s eyes. “What’s with all the questions, Buck? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“You tell me –” Buck begins but gets interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone in the kitchen. “We are not done talking about this,” he points an accusing finger in Eddie’s direction before rushing inside to answer the call. 

What he sees when he looks back out of the window has him huff a disbelieving laugh; Eddie has moved into the warrior pose. His smile is gentle before he's locking eyes with Buck once more and poking out his tongue at him.

Turns out that they are done talking about this for the time being when Hen instructs Buck to bring coffee for the whole A-shift on behalf of Captain Han. At least now he doesn’t have to worry about being late while getting Eddie his iced vanilla latte, even though he does so with a lot of pent up longing and a million questions running through his head. 

Buck is pretty sure someone from C-Shift must have uttered the q-word before leaving the firehouse just to mess with them because their 48 on were nothing short of a nightmare. 

Practically non-stop calls were followed by even more calls, no sleep, and barely any time to eat. They didn’t even have time to deal with their chores at the station with the amount of calls they had to respond to. 

That also means that as soon as the 48 hours from hell were over, the whole team practically stormed out of the firehouse, not even taking the time to say goodbye to each other. Usually, they would stick around to talk and gossip or separate for just a few minutes before meeting again at their favorite brunch spot to have some food but not after a shift that leaves them all struggling to keep it together. 

Even Buck was exhausted enough to not follow Eddie home and conk out on the blue velvet sofa that has been his comfort for years. No, he just waved a tired hand at his best friend before driving home and immediately passing out for the rest of the day. 

Now, it is the next morning and after sleeping for almost a whole day, Buck finally feels like himself again. He’s looking forward to their 72 off especially since it falls on a weekend which is always such a treat. This time it is even more special since Buck gets to host his first family barbecue in his new backyard. They usually meet at Hen and Karen’s or make use of the park next to Chim and Maddie’s house so the kids can run around and play while the teenagers can chill at the pond, but this time Buck has invited all of them to his house. 

It is bittersweet because Bobby won’t join them and man the grill as it has been his job for so many years but Buck has made it his mission to honor Bobby’s tradition and keep it going. Now, he finally gets to do it in his own home. And he just knows that Bobby will be with them no matter what.

This, however, means that he has quite a few things to do, errands to run, and stuff to prepare which has him stumble out of bed around 8am. 

On his way to the kitchen, he goes over his mental to-do list and hopes that Eddie will be up to join him at the grocery store and maybe even tag along to the farmer’s market to get all the food and drinks he needs for Sunday. 

Through bleary eyes he looks out of the window over the sink while filling up the coffee pot with water when he once again halts in his tracks. 

He puts the pot down with a little more force than necessary before rubbing the remnants of sleep out of his eyes, but the picture remains the same. 

Eddie is back. He’s back with yet another tight pair of yoga pants and…is that a crop top? He's back looking like that while doing yoga on his little purple mat without a care in the world. 

That beautiful serene smile is back on his lips as well, making him look softer and more relaxed than usual. Ever since Eddie and Chris have come home, Eddie has been lighter and more relaxed in general, Buck wonders if his new found love for yoga has anything to do with it. 

And fuck. Eddie looks breathtaking like this. He looks so free and almost joyful while bathing in the warm sunlight, his muscles strong and bulging while the rest of his body looks calm and peaceful.

Buck wants to devour him. Wants to step outside, right into Eddie’s arms and grab him by the waist to pull him into his own body. Push him down onto his mat and kiss and lick and bite every inch of naked skin just to pave his way down to Eddie’s thighs in those sinful tights. His mind conjures up the image of Buck pulling down the tight fabric, slowly peeling it back and revealing the soft skin of Eddie’s thighs and giving him the chance to nose along the hardening outline of Eddie’s dick while holding him down to the grassy floor. He would kiss his path down from Eddie’s lips to his cock and –

Buck’s stomach drops a little with the realization that he is ogling Eddie like a piece of meat, invading his privacy by staring at him when the other has no idea that Buck is even there. Basically fucking him in his thoughts while Eddie is non the wiser. The arousal that is rushing through his veins is almost too much to bear as his stomach twists with shame and want at the same time. 

He turns away from the window, his back crashing into the kitchen counter with the force of his shift, his hands gripping the edge of the sink as he drops his head towards his chest. “Get a fucking grip, Buckley,” he bites out between clenched teeth. 

His mind wanders back to a few days ago when he first saw Eddie doing yoga in his backyard and despite the shame of his lingering arousal, he suddenly realizes they never actually finished their talk. Eddie never explained the whole him and Maddie talking thing or how he even decided on Buck’s place in the first place. 

Buck huffs to himself and chooses to focus on getting answers to these questions. He desperately needs to ignore his dick, it has no reason to make him this affected before nine in the morning. 

He takes a calming breath and turns back to the window, hoping that Eddie might be done with his workout but his breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on Eddie doing something complicated that requires a level of flexibility he didn’t think Eddie even possessed. 

When did Eddie get so flexible?!

Buck chokes a little when his eyes zero in on Eddie going down into a reverse bridge and then proceeds to extend one of his legs straight up into the air. 

“What the fuck?” He whispers bewildered as his body flushes with heat. Oh, he so needs a lobotomy after this. Maybe Hen is still in contact with her med school friends and can connect him with somebody. Because he sure as hell won’t recover from this sight ever again. 

He tears his eyes away once more and tries to calm his racing heart. With a sigh he moves over to his coffeemaker, returning to the task almost on auto pilot. 

Once the coffee is done, he prepares two cups, one with his peppermint mocha creamer, that Eddie hates but still always buys for him, and the other one with milk, vanilla syrup, and cinnamon. The familiar movements soothe his thoughts to a point where he is cool, calm, and collected. At least, this is what Buck tells himself. 

He grabs the two cups and carefully walks into his backyard where Eddie is now back to doing a simple lotus pose, his eyes closed and breathing deep but even. He looks so tranquil. It’s such a new side of Eddie but it’s nice. 

“Good morning, Buck.” Eddie breaks the silence, his eyes still closed but his smile gentle and warm. The same greeting as the other day. Buck can get through this.

“Morning, Eds. I have coffee?” His tone is questioning, a little unsure of how to even approach the situation for the second time. 

Eddie opens his eyes at that, the brown almost glowing in the morning sun. He makes grabby hands from where he’s still sitting on the mat. “Great service here, bud,” he grins easily. 

“So, is this what this is, a business transaction? Am I your new personal yoga studio or something?” Buck tries for a joke but it's weak with the remnants of want coursing through his veins. 

“Huh?” Eddie takes a sip of coffee and hums when the sweet vanilla hits his tongue. 

“Or do you just enjoy breaking into my garden for no particular reason?” Buck quints his eyes at Eddie who is now very obviously laughing at him. 

“I don’t need to break in. I have a key.” Eddie shrugs, the corner of his lips lifting into a teasing smirk. 

“Eddie.”

“Buck.”

“C’mon, you still owe me some answers. Don’t think I forgot about that!”

Eddie cocks his head. “I already told you that your grass is softer and the sun is better here than in my backyard. Even Hen said so.”

“Yeah, you said that but – hold on, what do you mean Hen? She hasn’t even been in this backyard yet. She and Karen were only here for dinner a few times and we have never made it to the garden. How is she supposed to know about the condition of my grass?”

“Oh, me and Chris brought her here when she was on sick leave for some stretches and samba,” Eddie shrugs again as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Despite his confusion – and the mountain of things to unpack here – the fact that Eddie and Chris both just come into his house without a question, fills him with warmth. His stomach flutters wildly at that. “While Chris and Hen were doing Chris’ physio stretches, we noticed how well your garden works for this, so I wanted to test it for myself and do my yoga session here. And what can I say, great yoga spot.” Eddie turns his head towards the sun and closes his eyes with a happy sigh. 

He looks like a black cat that is happily lounging in a sun spot. Buck is painfully in love with him. 

“Speaking of yoga,” Buck takes a sip of his own coffee and sits down on the edge of the patio. He still wants those answers even if he disturbs Eddie’s peace. 

“Ohh, more questions, I see,” Eddie nods seriously as leans back on his arms a little, his eyes now open and focused on Buck. 

“Sue me for wanting to know how you got into yoga of all things but even more so since when you and Maddie talk.” Frankly, that is a particular can of worms Buck would rather not get into but his mind wanders back to it wouldn’t be so crazy and nights spent on Maddie’s couch and he just needs to know, alright? 

He nervously plays with the handle of his cup while waiting for Eddie’s answer.

Eddie cocks his head and lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “One day she just texted me out of the blue, asking me how Texas was treating me and I guess it just snowballed from there. It was just mindless chit chat at first but after I complained one too many times about how stiff and tense my back was from all the driving, she practically bullied me into trying some of the pregnancy yoga she’s been doing. Turns out pregnancy yoga and normal yoga are basically the same. And what can I say, it was weird at first but it did wonders to my muscles and she soon sent me more and more routines and videos and here we are.” Eddie takes another sip of his coffee, humming with a smile that quickly turns into a teasing smirk. “Honestly, it is fun and you wouldn’t believe how flexible I’ve gotten.”

Buck flushes brightly at the words, choking on his coffee. Jesus fucking Christ. 

“Oh, uhm. That’s g-good, great even!” He stutters before scrambling up from where he’s sitting. “I uhm I, I have to go?” He adds nervously, jerking his thumb towards the house.

“You do?” 

“Y-yes, uhm. The barbecue on Sunday? I uhm gotta get the stuff. So, I need to go to the store, yeah exactly.” God, can he get a grip? This is so embarrassing. 

Eddie jumps up from the mat and drains the last of his coffee. “Oh, right! You want me to tag along? I know you wanted to go to that farmer’s market too, we could make a day out of it? Chris is staying at a friend’s house, so I’m yours all weekend.” 

He swallows as a pleased shiver runs down his spine. If Eddie only knew how badly he wishes those words to be true. 

“Sure, that’d be nice,” he nods, the desire to spend more time with Eddie overruling anything else. 

“Great! Also, I could really go for some breakfast burritos, I’m starving after that workout,” Eddie says while making his way inside, “you don’t mind me jumping into the shower real quick, right? Oh, and I’m gonna need to borrow some clothes, I only brought my yoga stuff. I hope you washed that teal colored hoodie because I wanna wear it.”

Buck can only stare after Eddie, who doesn’t even wait for Buck’s reply before disappearing into the house. 

And if later on, Buck has to try to not lose his mind while following Eddie around the farmer’s market because he not only looks like absolute sin in his yoga tights that he's put back on and paired with Buck’s oversized hoodie but also left his hair fluffy and free of gel, it’s no one’s business but his own. 

Man, it’s exhausting to be in love with your best friend.

After they spent most of the day getting groceries and drinks and Buck having a little breakdown because he thought he forgot the recipe for Bobby’s infamous sliders sauce, Eddie decided they would order pizza for dinner before he falling asleep on Buck’s couch. 

It took Buck an embarrassing amount of time to get his ass away from the couch after he made sure Eddie was lying down comfortably and snuggled up under a fuzzy blanket. He just looked so soft and peaceful and Buck wanted nothing more than to pull him close and press soft kisses all over his face before falling asleep in his arms.

When he finally managed to step away from his best friend, sleep didn’t find him for what felt like an eternity. The few fitful hours he managed to get were interrupted by very distracting and extremely explicit dreams about the man who was sleeping soundly in the living room.

This whole yoga business has inspired a whole new series of fantasies that leave Buck three seconds from losing his mind completely. Eddie in his tight yoga pants doing some complicated pose, Eddie crawling over to Buck and pushing into his space, placing himself onto Buck’s lap, riding Buck with just his tiny crop top on… the images are endless and deadly. Buck is a dead fucking man. How is he ever supposed to look at a yoga mat normally again? Or Eddie for that matter. 

He is no stranger to having sex dreams and fantasies about Eddie, it kind of comes with the whole being in love with him thing, but it has never been on this level. 

Christ, just thinking about it makes his dick twitch in interest. And he will not jerk off with Eddie in the other room. He never did it while they were roommates, he sure as hell won’t start now. Maybe once Eddie has left to go back home –

“Focus, Buckley,” he whispers as he drags himself out of bed, hoping that some breakfast and a coffee would take his mind off all that. 

Buck rushes through his morning routine, desperate for some caffeine in his system.

“Morning, Eds. How do you feel about French Toast with berries and vanilla frosting? I could use some of the berries I got yesterday for a homemade compote?” He says, stepping into the living room in hopes that Eddie is awake as well. 

Instead of his sleep rumpled best friend, Buck finds…nothing. The living room is empty and his sofa is cleared of the blankets and extra pillows Eddie uses when he sleeps over. 

“Eddie?” Buck calls into the quiet of the room but the silence persists. He doubts that Eddie just left without a word or a note and a glance to the entry way confirms this – his shoes are still placed neatly next to the front door. 

“Where is he?” He mumbles to himself as he turns around and walks into the kitchen. His gaze lands on the window, the morning sun warming up the room – “Oh no.”

Walking over to the sink, he once again finds himself staring at Eddie in another impossibly intricate position that emphasizes his muscles and strength of his body. His breath fucking hitches when he realizes that Eddie is in fact not wearing a sinfully tight top today — no, he’s fucking shirtless. Buck’s knees almost buckle at the way Eddie’s abs are rippling in his current pose. He wants to put his mouth all over the glistening skin and taste the salty sweat while tracing the ridges with his tongue, and make him tremble with a different kind of exertion.

“Fuck,” he groans with his dick getting hard, the remnants of arousal from his dreams waking back up and making his skin tingle. 

His mind fixates on the languid movements, needing those strong thighs wrapped around his waist as he grinds against the straining bulge in Eddie’s tight pants until they both are panting messes, coming undone while trying to keep their moans quiet to not alert anyone outside. 

He tries to turn away, to not be such a fucking creep, to let Eddie have his peace, but he’s so mesmerizing to look at. Just when he’s about to force himself to leave Eddie alone, he moves into yet another pose that draws an actual whimper out of Buck. 

With his eyes closed, Eddie has moved into a side plank, his arm fully outstretched and balanced on his foot. If this wasn’t enough to highlight his bicep and abs, this fucker extends his other arm into the air and moves to grab his other foot while lifting his leg and fully stretching it. Buck didn't even know that was possible.

Another strangled noise leaves his mouth, Eddie’s body looks fucking delicious like that, his muscles and veins even more pronounced, with the way he must flex everything to stay in that position. 

Buck’s eyes travel over the planes of Eddie’s body, his mouth dropping open when they land on the bulge in his pants involuntarily. Eddie’s cock stands out proudly in that position and Buck’s desire to put his mouth on him comes back tenfold. 

He can’t stop his hand from moving towards his own crotch, his fingers skimming over his hard cock that is straining against the flimsy material of his shorts, his eyes fluttering close at the touch –

“Fuck,” Buck mutters as he pries his hand away from his hard dick, gripping the edge of the counter firmly. “What the fuck am I doing?” He drops his head, shame and lust swirling together in his stomach. This is bad. This is so, so bad. There is a good chance, Buck is losing his mind. He’s been in love with his best friend for so long, it’s just a part of him at this point but it has never been this bad. 

It’s not like this is the first time that he has seen Eddie exert himself like that, training and working up a sweat kinda comes with the job and Buck was always so good at keeping himself in check. But not anymore. Somehow yoga of all things is what breaks him. 

How is he ever supposed to look at Eddie again now that he knows how fucking beautiful he looks all malleable and tranquil in the most stunning poses? How flexible and smooth he must be in the bedroom…the positions he must be able to get in…

He tries to shake off the thoughts, dragging his hand over his face in frustration as the need to take another look at Eddie creeps back in. 

Failing to hold himself back, Buck lifts his head again, trying to prepare himself for another brain-altering pose. 

What he sees is worse. So much worse. 

Not because of the pose. No. Eddie is currently just in a easy warrior II pose. 

What makes it fatal is the fact that Eddie’s eyes are on him. Eddie is looking at him from the outside. Through the window. Like Buck did mere minutes ago. 

Eddie has caught him staring. Oh, fuck. 

As soon as their eyes meet, Eddie’s serene smile takes on a wicked edge as he winks at Buck. He fucking winks at him. 

A hot flush spreads all over his body, his cheeks blush with how his dick jumps at the heat in Eddie’s gaze. Buck’s mind is a jumbled mess of want, embarrassment, confusion, and the wishful thinking of how this situation would progress if it was one of his dreams. 

Eddie is now cocking his head a little, almost as if he’s contemplating something. Despite the distance between them, Buck can see how Eddie’s eyes trail over his face. A soft whimper bubbles up at the intensity in the beautiful brown. They hold Buck’s own gaze captive with it. 

Buck is frozen in the moment, not knowing what to do now. He knows what he wants to do but he’s sure this isn’t in the cards for him. 

Except…

Eddie is now moving into a new pose, lifting one of his legs up to grab it while leaning his torso forward and extending his other arm in the direction of the house, in the direction of Buck. With another wink he beckons Buck outside with his outstretched finger while staying perfectly still in his pose. 

Buck’s heart stutters when he understands the implication here. Eddie wants him to come outside. Oh.

Stupidly, syrupy sweet hope is filling his stomach all of a sudden and he doesn’t have the strength to push it down. He shouldn’t let it happen, he knows he shouldn’t but…Eddie is repeating the motion, mouthing something that definitely looks like c’mere. 

And who is Buck to deny Eddie anything? 

He gives him a nod to let him know he understands what Eddie wants before disappearing from Eddie’s view while he rushes over to his patio door. Before he walks out, he tries to slow down his racing heart and adjusts his erection that is still bulging out his pants. It’s not working like he wants it to, turning his blush a shade darker. 

With another rattling breath, Buck pushes open the patio door and steps outside. He takes a few shaky steps, suddenly a little shy. Eddie’s eyes follow his movements while he himself moves back into a resting position, his smile taking on a softer quality. 

“Morning, bud.”

“H-hey.”

“Such a beautiful morning, isn’t it? The sun is shining, the grass is soft, and the view is gorgeous. Everything is just very, very sweet today.” His tone is deep and smooth enough to make Buck shiver but the way Eddie’s dark eyes rake over his body almost coaxes out a needy whimper. “Don’t you agree, Buck?” 

Fuck. Fuck it. 

He throws every caution to the wind. He just needs something. Anything. And Eddie is just so fucking beautiful. 

“I – uhm y-yes, the view is stunning,” he murmurs, his own eyes traveling over the planes of Eddie’s naked torso, down to his thighs, his crotch…his bulge. Christ, his dick is pressing hard against the dark fabric of his tights. Buck is positively salivating, his gaze getting stuck on it. 

He fidgets restlessly and swallows harshly as he tries to stop himself from reaching out to touch, and touch, and touch. Even more so he tries to find something other to say than beg for Eddie to touch, and touch, and touch as well. All he can think about is crowding close, tasting that sun-kissed skin, and getting down on his knees for the other man.

His mind is so lost, he almost misses the deep chuckle coming from Eddie before he suddenly moves into another yoga pose. 

In a swift, flowing move, Eddie gets down on his own knees and bends his torso backwards to grab hold of his calves. Like this, his chest is protruding in a way that makes his pecs stand out more but what is worse is the fact that now his dick is even more pronounced. 

What is going on? Buck's overwhelmed mind comes to a screeching halt as he forces his eyes away from Eddie’s crotch. 

Hesitantly, he looks back up and finds Eddie looking at him with something dangerous and almost predatory in his gaze. 

Eddie cocks his head and fucking winks again before speaking once more. “See something you like?” 

Buck licks his lips. “Y-yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Buck echoes, the stupid hope flares up again. 

“Yes, good,” Eddie hums in response. “Now tell me, Buck. Do you only like to look or is there anything else on your mind that you would like to do?”

Buck genuinely feels like his brain is about to explode. What happened to Eddie?

He surely can’t say what he wants him to say, right? 

“No need to be shy, bud. You can say it,” Eddie adds, his tone turning soft, alluring. 

“I –,” Buck clears his throat, trying to collect his thoughts. “Uhm –”

“Do you want to touch?”

“W-what?” Buck’s dick twitches as he stumbles over his words. Eddie chuckles at his reaction, not rude by any means, no, gently. 

“Buck, do you want to touch me? Because I would really like it if you touched me,” the nonchalance in his voice throws him off more than the actual words. It takes Buck several seconds to process what the fuck is going on. 

“O-okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yes, I want. Please,” he rushes out before Eddie can somehow change his mind. 

A pretty smile lights up Eddie’s face. “Good.” Buck shivers a little at that, a barely hidden desire bubbling up. “Come closer then, bud.”

He stumbles the rest of the way on to the grass and comes to a halt on the edge of the purple yoga mat that has become the stage of his wildest fantasies. His heart flutters wildly in his chest as he tries to figure out what to do next. He knows what he wants to do next but somehow the prospect of crossing that line with Eddie leaves him terrified. 

Because what if he is misreading this whole thing? What if he is about to give away his biggest secret? What if he’s gonna go too far and ruin the best thing he’s ever had in his life? 

“Buck,” Eddie calls for his attention, his voice still achingly soft. “I can see your mind whirring. Stop overthinking this. It’s okay. I promise you, whatever you want to do is okay. More than okay. I want this. I want you.”

For a moment the world fully stops and so does Buck. He freezes when the words hit him and every belief he’s had just crumpled into nothingness. Eddie wants him. Eddie is okay with Buck wanting him. 

Buck is a little speechless. 

A gentle touch to his cheek pulls him out of his thoughts. He focuses back on Eddie who must have gotten up from the mat and stepped over to pull Buck in. And that is exactly what Eddie is doing right now. 

His other hand settles on Buck’s waist, his grip gentle and grounding. The hand on his cheek moves to his jaw, his thumb now stroking Buck’s stubble softly. “Hey, you okay?”

Buck’s own hands twitch by his sides, a disbelieving chuckle leaving his lips. “Honestly, I’m not sure…kinda overwhelmed.”

Eddie searches his face, his eyes intense but so, so warm. Buck wants to melt a little. “Good overwhelmed or bad overwhelmed?” He asks quietly, the hands on Buck’s waist and face falling away. Buck misses the touch immediately.

“No!” He exclaims anxiously, his heart stuttering with the loss of touch. “Not bad, never bad. I-I uhm I just didn’t expect all of that…” He trails off, nodding down to the mat and Eddie himself. 

“You weren’t expecting what?”

“Seeing you all sweaty and like glistening in the sun, wearing those tight yoga pants, showing off your fucking muscles, going from crop tops to nothing, twisting yourself like a goddamn pretzel and making it look so fucking hot while you are all pretty and glowing in my backyard, making me go crazy for days, like seriously when did you get this flexible?? I – god, it’s a lot, alright?” Buck rambles helplessly as his desire bubbles up again. 

His rambling comes to a halt when he looks back at Eddie and sees how the other is biting his lip to hold back a laugh but his eyes glimmer teasingly enough to bring back his blush in full. 

“So you think I’m hot and pretty?”

“Eddie,” Buck whines, his flush crawling all over his neck and throat. He squirms at the way Eddie is tracking it with his eyes. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” Buck honest to god whimpers when he registers the pet name, stumbling forward into Eddie’s space almost unconsciously. Eddie’s hands immediately find his waist again and Buck can't stop himself from hiding his burning face in Eddie’s warm neck. For a second he just inhales the musky scent of his sun-warmed skin as he feels one of Eddie’s hands move up to stroke his back. 

“You are very hot and very pretty and I think you broke my brain a little,” he whispers into his neck as he finally wraps his own arms around Eddie. God, they’re holding each other in a way they have never hugged before. 

Eddie chuckles at that, the hand on Buck’s back gentle and calming. “I’m sorry for breaking your brain, that wasn’t my intention. But the compliments are really nice to hear.”

“What was your intention then?” 

“Wanted to see how you might react to seeing me on that mat and well what can I say? You did not disappoint.”

“I d-didn’t?”

“No,” Eddie murmurs as he pulls Buck closer to his body, the hand on his back moving into his curls. Buck sighs at the contact, his own arms tightening around Eddie. “Your reactions were beautiful. Dios, Buck. Do you have any idea how pretty your blush is? Do you have any idea how fucking adorable it is to watch you ramble, to see you try and hide your want. It’s a better rush than any rescue could give me. Your eyes go all round and big and I wanna drown in them. It’s breathtaking. But do you know what the most enticing part is?”

“N-no?” Buck’s voice trembles as he feels his body react to the deep rumbling praise. 

Eddie’s hand creeps in between them, cupping Buck’s still hard cock. His eyes flutter close at the sudden touch, a soft moan leaving his lips. 

“The most enticing part is…how hard it gets you. Isn’t that right, baby?” Baby. Oh, fuck. Buck presses into the touch, searching for friction as he pants into Eddie’s neck. 

“Oh, you like that one, don’t you? Look at how hard you are for me,” he coos before pressing a kiss into Buck’s hair. Feeling Eddie’s lips anywhere on his body is something Buck has been dreaming of for a long time. He responds by pressing his own lips against Eddie’s throat, eliciting a sweet sound from him. It spurs him on to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw, eager to learn all the sounds Eddie makes. 

When he gets to Eddie’s ear, he presses a long kiss behind it, whispering a soft Eddie. Eddie squeezes his cock again, making him weak in his knees. 

“Yes, Buck?”

“Want more, please.”

“What do you want more of?” Oh, he’s teasing him again. 

“More of you,” he murmurs, biting down on Eddie’s neck, looking to leave a mark. 

“Yes, right there. You have me, of course you do, but I think I was promised some touching, so go on.”

“Can you, uhm –” Buck starts, clearing his throat a little before finally coming out from his hiding spot and meets Eddie’s dark eyes once more. 

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Can you uhm go back…on the mat?” Eddie scrunches his nose in confusion for a second before he understands what Buck asks for. His frown gets exchanged for a smirk. 

“You want me to go back into position?” 

Buck just hums, his blush reappearing. 

“Why of course I can do that for you. Any special requests?”

He shakes his head. “Whatever you want?”

Eddie grins at him before pressing a kiss on the corner of Buck’s mouth and moving away from him. At that moment Buck realizes they haven’t even kissed yet. Eddie has touched his dick and damn near made him cum with just a little touch and yet they have not kissed each other.

This revelation is almost taunting enough for Buck to stop Eddie and pull him back in but what he sees when he focuses on the other man makes him gasp quietly. 

Eddie’s new pose. 

Buck knows that one. 

It’s the downward dog.

“Fucking hell,” Buck groans out low as he takes in the image. Eddie is bent down low, hands and feet firmly planted on the mat and his ass up in the air. God, this fucking ass. 

“See, beautiful reaction,” Eddie says, his smile evident in his voice. “Well? Don’t you want to come closer?”

“Yeah,” Buck nods and moves onto the mat as well, coming to a halt right behind Eddie. 

“You can touch me, Buck.” Eddie offers, wiggling his ass a little and Buck bites his lip at the sight.

He reaches out with a trembling hand, making contact with the back of Eddie’s thigh, the muscle jumping at the feeling. 

“God, Eddie, this fucking view,” he exhales in awe, allowing his hands to travel over every inch of Eddie's body he can reach. Eddie moans softly as he pushes back into caressing touch. 

Buck gets a little more daring and begins to massage what he can reach, pressing his fingers into the arch, almost in a trance. “Dios, that feels nice. Your hands on my body are perfect. Wanted this for so long.”

He preens at that, his heart stuttering over Eddie admitting he wanted Buck’s touch just as much. 

“You’re so pretty,” he says in response, crowding closer to Eddie’s frame, the desire to melt into Eddie expanding. His hands move away from Eddie’s ass over his back, tracing the strong, delicious muscles as much as he can in that pose. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Want you all over me. Please,” he whispers, his hands coming back to Eddie’s waist, squeezing gently before moving around – 

Eddie gasps loudly when Buck’s hand brushes his hard dick for the first time. Buck hides a smile in his shoulder as he bends down and pushes his own erection into Eddie’s back. 

“Fuck, baby. Warn a guy next time, will you?” Eddie groans as he looks for more friction immediately. 

“Payback for making me lose my mind all fucking week.” Buck replies nonchalant, stroking Eddie’s cock over his clothes. 

“Little shit,” he bites out fondly. 

“Turn around for me? Wanna see you,” Buck murmurs and reaches for his own cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

In a swift movement Eddie turns around and somehow pulls Buck down on his lap, eliciting a surprised noise from Buck as he settles on top of Eddie. He wiggles a little to get comfortable and wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck while Eddie’s arms settle around his waist. 

“Hi,” Buck grins. 

“Hi, yourself.”

“I’m on your lap,” Buck says in wonder. 

“That you are,” Eddie nods, his hand sneaking beneath Buck’s shirt and stroking the warm skin there. Buck shivers in pleasure and grinds his hips down once, looking for friction. 

He leans forward to put his mouth close to Eddie’s ear. “Do you wanna know a secret?” 

“Sure.”

“I've been dreaming about this for a long time.” Buck leans back to see Eddie’s reaction. 

Eddie’s smile gets a softer quality. “Yeah?”

“Hmm.” 

One of Eddie’s hands finds his jaw again and Buck leans into the touch immediately. “What else have you been dreaming of?”

Eddie’s eyes are soft and filled with warmth while he waits for Buck’s answer, his whole focus resting on Buck. Buck’s heart flutters at the fondness and dare he says love in them. 

He reaches up and cards his fingers through the soft strands of Eddie’s hair. “A lot,” he admits with a shy smile, “but of you kissing me? All the time.”

“Nothing I’d rather do. C’mere, cariño,” he pulls Buck impossibly closer, nosing his cheek gently before pressing a soft kiss on Buck’s lips. Both of them hum into the touch as they begin to move their mouths, quickly deepening the kiss, eager to finally taste the other. 

After a few moments they break apart, sharing a soft, secret smile with the other. 

“That was…wow,” Buck breathes, chuckling in disbelief. 

“I can’t believe I finally get to kiss you,” Eddie agrees, squeezing Buck’s neck a little. “Wanted to do this for a long, long time.”

“Y-you have?” Buck’s surprise must be obvious on his face with the way Eddie can’t hold back a laugh. 

“Yeah,” he shrugs a little self-depreciatingly, “let’s just say I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and you know soul-searching while I was in Texas and I realized a few things about myself. And somehow you play a huge part in those realizations.”

“Oh?” Hope and longing glimmer warm in his stomach. 

Eddie nods. “Hmm. Turns out I’m gay and also kind of really madly in love with my best friend.”

“Y-you’re in love with me?” Buck gasps, his heart racing as his hands begin to tremble. 

“You’re my best friend, aren’t you?” He strokes Buck’s cheek, his own blushing lightly. 

“Oh, Eddie,” he exhales as he presses his forehead gently against Eddie’s. “I love you too.” He moves to cup Eddie’s jaw with both hands and presses a few quick kisses against his lips. “Christ, Eddie. I’m so, so in love with you. And thank you for telling me, I’m proud of you.”

Eddie’s face lights up, his smile getting bigger as his eyes travel all over Buck’s face. “It feels good to finally say it...can’t believe this yoga thing actually worked,” he says before he bursts into peals of laughter with a shake of his head.

A gasp leaves Buck’s mouth, slapping Eddie’s chest, “I knew it! I knew you had an ulterior motive when you sneaked into my backyard with your tight outfits and your sexy little poses. I can’t believe you let me suffer for a week just because you wanted to kiss me! There would have been approximately six hundred different ways you could have gotten your wish.”

“But it was just so much fun to watch you squirm.” 

Buck glares at him. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“– and also sexy and gorgeous and strong if I recall correctly,” Eddie grins at him which earns him another slap. “Hey, I was just repeating your words. Not my fault you think I’m irresistible.”

At the happiness in Eddie’s voice, Buck softens. What can he say? He’s down fucking bad and it’s really fucking nice to see Eddie so light and joyful. “Well, for once my heart made a good choice with the person and the looks.”

“C’mere, baby,” Eddie says, pulling Buck back into another kiss. They easily fall back into each other, pouring both of their love and desire for the other into the kiss. Soon enough their hands start to wander again, exploring the body they have wanted for a long time. 

Buck is still in awe over the sinful strength of Eddie’s muscles, the yoga definitely the reason for their striking definition. 

When they come up for air, Buck can feel his straining cock press against Eddie’s and he needs relief now. He needs Eddie now. 

He noses along Eddie’s jaw, whispering a mine into his ear. Eddie shivers in pleasure, pulling on the wild curls at the back of Buck’s head, making him straighten up.

They share another heated gaze before crashing back into each other, their kisses turning deep and dirty as they map out each other’s mouth with their tongues. Buck presses his hips into Eddie’s, picking up the grinding in earnest to which Eddie answers with a thrusting motion of his own. 

Their moans and gasps steadily grow louder and more unfiltered and Buck is aware of the very real possibility of his neighbors listening in on what Eddie is doing to him. 

They need to go inside now. And Buck needs Eddie inside him even more. 

“Hey Eddie?” He murmurs into the other’s mouth. 

Eddie hums in response as his hands begin to play with Buck’s ass. 

Fuck. He bites down a moan.

“A-another big part of my d-dreams was you fucking me.”

Eddie visibly gulps at Buck’s words before he softly groans into his neck. “That can definitely be arranged. But –”

“But what?”

“Bed?”

Buck breathes a laugh, carding his fingers through Eddie’s hair again. “Yes, bed. Definitely. Your noises are mine too.”

Not wasting another moment, they untangle their bodies and jump up from the mat, chasing each other all the way to the bedroom where Eddie pushes Buck right on the bed and crawls on top of him. The fierce determination on his face turns Buck on more than anything else. 

In a swift move he pulls off both of their shirts and throws them somewhere on the floor. He blankets Buck with his body and begins to pepper kisses all over his neck, collarbones, and down to his pecs. His mouth quickly finds Buck’s nipple, licking and biting around it in a way that leaves Buck whining in the back of his throat. 

He has been hard and leaking precome into his underwear for what feels like the past hour and he desperately needs Eddie to make him come. 

“Eddie,” he mewls, “more, please, need more.”

Eddie lets go of his nipple and sits up, putting his full weight back on Buck’s crotch, his eyes traveling all over Buck’s face. 

“What do you want, cariño?”

“You.”

Gentle, brown eyes meet his as Eddie cups his jaw once more, Buck is kind of obsessed with it. “You have me. I need you to tell me how you want me then.”

Buck’s hip twitches up, a desperate little sound escaping his lips. “Told you I want you to fuck me, so chop chop.”

“So impatient,” Eddie tuts but grinds his own hips down to meet Buck’s. Buck moans, his lashes fluttering close. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. You still have to tell me how you want me. I know you know that I am pretty flexible.” 

“Oh,” Buck swallows harshly as images and fantasies flash through his mind. All the positions he’s seen Eddie in the past week are painting the most beautiful and breathtaking picture and he wants to bring them all to life…but. 

Buck sits up to wrap his arms around him again and presses a few quick kisses to Eddie’s lips. “As much as I want to see exactly how functional your flexibility is in the bedroom – and believe me I have had many ideas I want to put to the test because your body is so malleable now it’s so fucking sexy –” at that his hand moves to Eddie’s ass, squeezing a cheek quickly which elicits an appreciative hum and a raised brow from Eddie, “...I have something else in mind for right now.”

“And that would be?” Eddie asks softly. 

“For right now, for our first time…I want to see you. Want you on me, want you to kiss me, and want to look at you when you come inside me.” He replies, his cheeks warm with a blush at the emotions in Eddie’s eyes. 

“I like the sound of that. A lot.” Eddie smiles again before leaning in for another kiss. Quickly, Buck gets lost in the feeling of Eddie’s lips as he lets himself go soft under the warmth of Eddie all around him. 

Soon, Eddie’s wandering hand finds Buck’s shorts and finally dips inside, taking hold of his dick and stroking the shaft with tender strength, spreading the precome all over. “Look how wet you are for me, baby. My gorgeous boy, so wet and hard just for me.”

“Just for you,” Buck moans, pressing into the touch. “Been making me so wet for days, can’t think straight, just want you. Please, fuck me, Eds. Please, babe, fuck.”

“Lie back, mi amor.”

Immediately, Buck scooches back on the bed, lying himself down on the mattress and wiggling out of his shorts, his dick springing out, hard and glistening wet. Eddie loses his pants as well before gently pressing Buck’s legs apart, settling between his thighs. His hands rub over Buck’s thighs and he leans down to mouth over the sensitive skin there. 

“Can I taste you, Buck?”

“Please.” Buck whines and holds out his hand. Eddie gives him a soft look when he entwines their fingers. He mouths around Buck’s inner thighs, moving closer and closer to where Buck wants him the most. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, Eddie please, stop teasing.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Eddie.” Buck pouts and desperately tries to move his hips.

“I think we need to teach you some patience,” Eddie muses as he runs a finger through the hairs at the base of his cock. Buck opens his mouth in protest but before he can say anything, Eddie grabs his erection again. “But for today you deserve a reward for getting through the week.” And with that he wraps his lips around Buck’s dick. 

A loud mewl rushes out of Buck at the warm, wet sensation of Eddie’s mouth around him and the need to thrust up almost overwhelms him. “Fuck, Eds. Eddie. Oh my god, your mouth is a fucking sin, more please feels so good, babe.” He throws his head back in pleasure, the grip on Eddie’s hand tightening. 

Eddie alternates between bopping his head up and down and suckling on the tip which has Buck on the edge of coming in no time at all. 

His moans get louder and louder which seems to spur Eddie on just more and – no – Buck cannot come yet. He needs Eddie inside. 

“E-eddie, Eds, y-you gotta stop, I’m so close, don’t wanna come yet. Need you inside me, please, fuck, babe –”

Eddie gives him another hard suck before letting go of his dick. “You’re evil,” Buck complains, slapping Eddie’s other arm that has somehow wrapped around his thigh to push it up. “I was so close to coming, Eddie!”

“Isn’t that the goal here?”

Buck kicks him. 

“Hey, what’s with the violence?”

“You are being mean. And you are not listening to me,” he crosses his arms with another pout. 

“How am I being mean to you?” Eddie gasps but the shit-eating grin on his face tells Buck that he is just fucking with him. 

“You are such a tease.” He pokes his tongue out at Eddie which just makes the other laugh fondly. Eddie leans back in and presses a few apologetic butterfly kisses all over his stomach, his eyes never straying away from Buck’s. The soft tickling touch makes Buck burst into giggles as he tries to squirm away. Eddie chases after him, hovering over Buck again. 

He looks down at him, eyes brimming with love and fondness. “Hi,” he smiles. 

“What?" He squints his eyes playfully.

“I’m very sorry for being mean and teasing you. How can I make it up to you?”

Buck wraps his legs around Eddie’s and pulls him impossibly closer. “Well, for one you can fuck me.”

“Ohhh, bossy. Cute.” Eddie snickers at Buck rolling his eyes at him and presses a soft kiss to his cheek. “Yes, I’m gonna fuck you. But we gotta prep you first, hm?”

“Yes, get to it.”

“Such a brat,” Eddie laughs, tweaking his nipple slightly before finally moving back down. “Hand me the lube and a condom, would you?”

Buck almost pushes Eddie off the bed in his haste to grab the items from his nightstand and thrusts them into Eddie’s waiting hand. “Easy, baby. We don’t have to rush.”

“We do. You have given me blue balls all week and I’ve been on the verge of coming for hours now. If you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I will do it my–”

The sudden press of a cold finger against his rim shuts Buck right up.  Eddie grins up at him and licks the tip of Buck’s dick. “Is that what you wanted, baby?”

Buck just nods a little dumbfounded. His brain is melting a little at the thought of Eddie fingering him. 

Eddie is painfully gentle while opening him up, stretching him with his long, gorgeous fingers all while holding Buck’s hip down with his other enormous hand. He noses along his balls and kitten licks all over his dick – essentially making Buck lose his mind again. 

All of it is just overwhelming in the best way possible but Buck has also never felt this safe with anyone else in bed before. 

“Fuck, Eddie. It feels so good, fucking love your fingers. Been dreaming about them for so long. Stretching me so well. I’m ready, please, fuck me, babe –”

“One more, cariño. Then you can have my cock.” Eddie murmurs, adding another finger, and oh –

“Fuck, yes right there,” Buck moans out loud when Eddie finds his prostate, his fingers grazing over it relentlessly for the next few moments. 

“So beautiful for me. Doing so well, Buck. Dios, look at you. Are you ready for me now?”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready. Please, fuck me, Eds.”

“I will.” Eddie removes his fingers from Buck’s hole, making him whimper at the empty feeling before Buck’s eyes zero in one Eddie ripping open the foil wrapper and taking out the condom to put it on his straining erection. He makes quick work of it, giving himself a few strokes to lube himself up before moving back in position on top of Buck. 

“Are you ready, baby?” He asks again, searching his face for any signs of hesitation. Buck loves him so much. 

He reaches up to brush his finger over Eddie's cheekbone. “Want you,” he whispers, which makes Eddie smile immediately. 

Without another word, Eddie lines himself up with Buck’s hole and immediately begins to insert himself into Buck. 

A soft breath leaves Buck’s mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of finally having Eddie in the most intimate way possible. 

“Fuck,” Eddie curses under his breath, “you’re so tight for me, baby. Feels absolutely incredible. Cannot wait to have you like this for the rest of my fucking life.”

Buck’s heart jumps at the admission as he wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist once more. 

Once Eddie bottoms out, both of them swallow back matching groans, exhaling deeply and stopping their movements for a moment as the reality of the situation truly sinks in. 

They share a deep look which has Buck’s stomach flutter with desire and love. “Kiss me, Eddie,” he whispers. 

Eddie’s face softens before he leans in, capturing Buck’s lips with his own. The kiss is just as deep and loving and Buck can’t hold back the whimper at the wave of emotions rushing over him. “You can move, babe. Fuck me, please.”

Eddie’s hands come up to take hold of Buck’s, guiding them up and over his head, holding them there in place before moving his hips. 

The thrusts start out slow and careful but both of them are so pent up and affected that neither of them stays quiet for long. Soon, Eddie’s thrusts get harder and faster as he murmurs sweet nothings and dirty things into Buck’s ear while pressing kisses all over his neck and face. 

In just a few minutes he turns Buck into a moaning, babbling mess with him pounding into his hole while they harshly breath into each other’s mouths. Buck loses all sense of place and time, the only thing that is anchoring him to the present is Eddie’s weight on top of him and the secure grip of Eddie’s hands holding his own. 

“Feels so fucking good, Eddie. Fuck, I love you s-so much. Wanted this f-for so long. Can’t believe I have you now, fuck yes, right there, oh my god harder, please, please, please –”

“That’s it, mi amor, you’re doing so well for me. Dios, you feel amazing, so beautiful and tight just for me. This is all I ever wanted,” Eddie pants, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he tumbles towards his orgasm. Buck is just as close. 

“‘m so close, Eddie. Need to come. God, fuck, please come inside me, come with me –”

“Yes, yeah, ‘m close, c’mon Buck, come for me,” Eddie moves one of his hands away from Buck’s and reaches down to take hold of his throbbing dick again. His quick strokes match the pace of his thrusts. With just a few more, both of them stumble over the edge, coming undone at the same time – Buck all over his stomach and Eddie’s hand, Eddie inside Buck, his dick twitching for long moments. 

Their moans get lost in each other’s mouths. They fall into helpless chuckles when their harsh breathing makes their attempts at kissing near impossible. 

Eddie places a panting kiss on Buck’s birthmark before pressing their foreheads together as they try to slow down their heavy breathing. It takes Buck a few minutes to come back to himself in which Eddie just runs his clean hand through his curls, humming softly. Buck strokes his hands over Eddie’s warm back, a soft laugh on his lips. 

“What?” Eddie leans back to look at him. 

“That was better than any fantasy I ever had," Buck admits. 

“Yeah, it was.” They grin at each other with stupidly wide and sappy smiles before Eddie kisses his forehead softly and begins to pull out. Buck cringes at the mess all around them, now that he’s fully back in his body. 

Eddie rolls off of Buck and gets rid of the condom, chuckling at the slightly disgusted look on his face. He gets off the bed and cleans his hands off Buck’s discarded shirt before promptly walking out of the room. 

Buck sits up and stares after him a little dumbfounded, where is he off too?

A few moments later, he gets the answer when he hears the water in the shower start running. Eddie comes back into the room and walks to Buck’s side of the bed, holding out his hand for him. “C’mon, up you get, bud.”

“Noooo, I’m comfy,” Buck pouts a little but he knows that Eddie knows that he’s just being bratty again. Just thinking of how Eddie went along with it so easily, makes him shiver pleasantly. 

Eddie raises his brows, his other hand on his hip. “Of course you are. But what if I told you there’s a reward waiting for good boys who join me in the shower?”

And oh. 

Buck has never moved faster to get up in his life – and yes, he is a firefighter, but still, this rush is far more important. He jumps out of bed and grabs Eddie’s offered hand to pull him along into the already steaming bathroom. He pushes him into the shower stall and joins him a second later, his heart thumping when he realizes that the water is set to his preferred temperature – which is practically scalding and far too hot for Eddie. Usually. 

He pushes him against the tiled walls and crowds close, leaving kitten licks and small kisses from Eddie’s shoulder up his neck. “I love you,” he whispers before sucking a love bite beneath his ear. 

Eddie leans his head back against the wall, offering up more of his neck. “I love you too, baby.”

They get back into a lazy grinding motion, both of them slowly growing hard again. Buck smiles to himself as he drops down to his knees, looking up through his eyelashes. 

“Buck, we are supposed to shower.”

“And you promised a reward when I get up to get into the shower. This is my reward,” he shrugs before swallowing Eddie’s cock down at once. 

Eddie’s cock is thick and heavy and so fucking perfect for his mouth. Buck’s eyes flutter shut as he starts to suck him off in earnest, wrapping his hand around the base where he cannot reach. He switches between kitten licks to the head and focusing on the thick vein on the underside. 

“Dios, Buck. Your fucking mouth, shit, you’re gonna kill me,” Eddie groans, his hip twitching wildly while his hand comes down to play with Buck’s wet curls. 

Buck hums around his cock, the vibrations coaxing out more moans and a now steady dribble of precome. His own cock is hard and pulsing, begging for attention and he grips Eddie’s waist to steady himself before reaching down to get himself off too. 

Both of them are still so on edge, it doesn’t take long for them to get close again. Eddie is shivering above him, cursing underneath his breath, and gripping the strands of Buck's hair hard.

“Buck, baby, I’m gonna come, I can’t hold it in, you should pull off –” he bites out but Buck just shakes his head once, sucking the tip harder into his tight, wet heat. Eddie’s eyes roll back, thrusts once, and promptly comes down Buck’s throat. 

At the first drops of come on his tongue, Buck follows Eddie over the edge, coming in spurts onto the shower floor. He moans around Eddie’s dick again, milking another drop of come out of him before Eddie reaches down and pulls Buck up right into his arms.

“Now that is not what I was talking about when I promised you a reward but fuck I can’t say I’m complaining. That mouth of yours, dios. Not only here for the random fun facts and the bratty pouting but also to suck like a champ. And now that’s all mine,” he murmurs into Buck’s ear. Then, he moves them under the spray of the water and quickly grabs the shower gel to finally get Buck clean. 

“All yours,” Buck says softly, his eyes drooping a little after coming hard twice in such a short time and the need for a good cuddle and a nap growing quickly. 

“I think someone’s ready for a cuddle and a nap, huh?” Eddie can read him so well. 

“Hmm.”

Eddie chuckles a little when Buck leans more against him, trusting him to carry his weight as he makes quick work of getting them both cleaned up. 

A few minutes later, Eddie has them out of the shower and guides Buck back into the bedroom where they pull off the comforter and crawl under the duvet. 

There’s no need for words as they seamlessly fall into a cuddling position with Buck placing his head on Eddie’s chest while his left leg settles between Eddie’s thighs. Eddie wraps an arm around Buck and noses along his damp curls, pressing a few warm kisses here and there. 

“This is nice,” Buck mumbles into Eddie’s pec. 

“It sure is. It’s been a long time coming.” Buck can hear the longing in Eddie’s voice. 

“Thank you for deciding to melt my brain with your stupid yoga. Can’t believe this is what finally made us confess our feelings.”

“It’s a great story though.”

Buck slaps his stomach gently. “No one will ever hear about this. Ravi and Chim will never ever let me live this down. No, thank you. This stays between us, mister.”

“Sure, whatever you want, baby,” Eddie snorts as he begins to draw random patterns in the small of his back. The small touch makes Buck grow drowsy again and he yawns, snuggling closer. He presses a warm kiss to Eddie’s collarbone and breathes in the scent of his warm skin. 

“You gonna be here when I wake up?” He asks quietly. 

“Nowhere I would rather be. Sleep, baby. And when you wake up, I might show you some of my more advanced yoga poses that could melt your brain a little more and show you exactly how flexible I am.”

“I’m holding you to that.” Buck replies. The last thing he feels before sleep pulls him under is how Eddie pulls him impossibly closer.