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If Eddie was told to recount how exactly he ended up in this situation, he would lie through his teeth. Not because he wanted to lie to a paramedic— he's given enough patients that stern tell me what exactly happened so I can actually help you look that he would rather crumple up and die than face his own internal hypocrisy— but this was a kind of embarrassing that he didn't want his coworkers to suffer through.
Especially Buck. Considering it was his fault.
Eddie and Buck had been dating for a couple months at this point, the transition from best friends to boyfriends being smoother than either expected— though, in hindsight, Eddie has to admit the only thing that changed between them is the title. And the sex. Lot's of sex. They made it through the blushy, hand-holding and awkward staring phase in less than two weeks, and after a nice, fancy dinner that Buck had to practically fight Eddie tooth and nail to pay for, the two were on each other like animals the moment they closed the front door to Eddie's house. Eddie would recount it as the best sex of his life, if not for every single time afterwards being even better than the last.
Last week, Buck somehow came down with the flu, a nasty cough following him as he worked and an ungodly amount of used tissues filling the trashcans. Eddie did his best to help Buck through his cold, bundling the large man in every available blanket he found, convincing a B-shift member to cover Buck's shift for a night, and bribing Pepa for a few bowls of soup, as the last thing he wanted to do was make Buck feel worse because he was too heavy handed with seasoning, or something. All went well. A couple days after the worst of it, Buck declared he was felling good as new, and, sue Eddie, ok, he had gone way too long without kissing his boyfriend that he jumped at the first opportunity to shove his tongue down his throat. Among other things.
Which brought Eddie to this exact moment. He was lying in one of the bunk room beds, body on fire and his ability to breathe through his nose severely compromised. On his left, Buck was standing over him with a concerned and slightly guilty look. On his right, Hen leaned over the bed, checking over his vitals.
"What got you sick anyways, Eddie. Isn't perfect health your upmost priority?" Hen jokingly asked. And Eddie lied.
"Must have caught a bug from Christopher's school." Did Eddie mention no one at the firehouse was aware of their blossoming relationship yet? Buck and Eddie wanted to keep it on the 'down low'— he picked that one up from Chris— and weren't planning to let everyone elsee know until Buck was ready to tell Maddie.
"Right," Hen hummed, sparing a glance over in Buck's direction. The look on her face screamed you're totally lying to me, but she didnt say anything, instead stood back up and slung her med bag across her shoulder. Chimney walked back into the room before either could say anything more.
"Noah from C-shift is going to come in and finish the shift for you. Think you'll be better after a seventy-two off?"
"Probably," Eddie grumbled, wincing at the dryness crawling up his throat. He better be. He had things to do later this week. Eddie looked up at Buck.
"Did you want me to Uber back so you had the car?" He asked, but Buck quickly shook his head.
"If you think you can drive, you can, don't want to get anyone else sick."
Eddie nodded. He was about to say something else, but Hen beat him to the punch.
"I'll drive Buck home after shift, Eddie." She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "You feel better, okay? And I'm blaming you if i get sick."
Eddie let out a pained chuckle, and that was that.
The next time Eddie felt more in his mind, he was laying in bed, blankets stacked high. He shivered, nuzzling his head more into the blanket clutched in his hands. From behinds his eyes, he deduced it was probably morning. Eddie attempted to roll over. His bones let out a dull crack. Eddie felt weak. And sore. He let out a groan, finally opening his eyes to a squint to take in the room. Light filtered in through the thin window curtains, and Eddie figured it was pretty late in the morning. One glance at the clock confirmed that—
9:37
Eddie brought a hand up to his face, rubbing away the best he could at the sleep that clutched his face. His head was throbbing. Eddie was glad Chris was still at Pepa's— he considered picking him up to take him to school, but considering he crashed the moment he got home from shift at half past one in the morning and slept for that long, and would feel terrible if he got Christopher sick, it was probably a good idea he didn't go through with that. Another thought flashed across his mind. Buck should be back by now.
A thump echoed through the house, followed by muffled cursing. Speak of the devil.
Eddie pushed himself up from the mattress, managing a half sitting half laying position before the door to his room swung open. Buck stood in the entrance, a grin spreading across his face at seeing a conscious Eddie. He was holding a tray, too. Based on the smell, Eddie reckoned it was breakfast. His stomach grumbled. Great timing.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Buck set the tray down on the side table, picking up the bowl of chicken soup and gently putting it into Eddie's hands. "I figured you'd be able to eat this the easiest, at least the broth." He then handed Eddie a spoon.
Eddie nodded, taking a few bites before he spoke. "Thank you, Buck."
Buck grinned again. Once Eddie was done with his meal, Buck took the bowl back and scurried back out the room to take care of the dishes. He was back just as quick though, this time looking a bit sheepish.
"Sorry for getting you sick."
"S'fine," Eddie shrugged. He wiggled himself back into the covers, letting out a content sigh. He was feeling warmer again. Eddie did reach a hand out to Buck, though.
"Lay with me?"
Buck wasted no time scrambling to the other side of the bed, slipping underneath the covers that Eddie held up for him. His arms quickly wrapped around Eddie's waist, pulling Eddie's side flush against Buck's chest. He nuzzled into Eddie's shoulder.
"I'm so tired," Buck mumbled into Eddie's collarbone. Eddie nodded, Buck's hair tickling his face.
"Me too," he suppressed a cough, and trailed his fingers across the arm on his waist. "We can sleep for a couple hours."
Eddie felt Buck nod against him. Letting out another heavy breath, Eddie closed his eyes again, letting his brain slip into another dreamless sleep.
The next time Eddie came to, the first thing he noticed was how differently he was laying. Instead of being wrapped up in Buck's hold, his body was sprawled across the top of him, one hand gently resting on one of Buck's pecs and the other tucked under his head. One of Buck's arms was wrapped around his waist, and when Eddie looked up at him, he saw the other was half resting across his own chest, holding up his phone as Buck scrolled. Quiet talking was coming from it. Eddie smiled sleepily. Probably watching Youtube shorts again.
Eddie must have moved around too much while waking up, because Buck was quick to notice Eddie's consciousness.
"Hi," he whispered, turning his phone off and tossing it on a pillow to the side. Eddie yawned.
"Hello," Eddie's voice still came out congested, but at least the pounding in his head from earlier was gone. "What time is it?"
"A little after one," Buck replied. He started to rub his hand up and down Eddie's back, and Eddie melted into the touch. Eddie tried to shift his body again, chasing a little more comfort, but gasped when he moved his hips. Buck hummed into Eddie's hair.
"Okay down there?" He asked.
Eddie let out a shaky exhale. "All— all good," he stuttered. He felt Buck press a kiss to his scalp. The hand that was previously rubbing circles into Eddie's back trailed down, catching against Eddie's hip. His other hand found place just short of the curve of Eddie's ass.
"Still feeling like goo?" Buck pulled his head back enough to look Eddie in the eyes. The blues of his eyes bore right into Eddie's skull.
"A bit," Eddie admitted. He felt too sluggish to move more than a few inches, but the dull warmth pooling in his gut had him wanting to defy his strength just to get some friction. As if Buck could hear the thoughts swirling around his head, Buck's hold on him tightened. Buck pulled his hips closer to his own body, the meat of his thigh tucking itself firmly in between Eddie's legs. Eddie groaned.
"Let me do all the work then," Buck whispered into Eddie's ear, hot breath colliding with his face. Eddie shivered. Buck pushed his thigh into Eddie's groin again, this time swallowing the noises Eddie makes with a kiss. The hand Eddie had resting on Buck's pec squeezed.
"Please," Eddie breathed when they pulled away. Buck leaned down to press kisses down Eddie's jaw, occasionally nipping at the skin in his wake. Eddie tried to wiggle his hips against Buck again, but Buck held them still, letting out a tut.
"Don't want you spending all your energy," Buck released the skin between his teeth, licking at what he hoped would be a forming bruise in the next hour. He was merciful, despite the playful annoyance in his voice, and started moving Eddie's hips for him at a steady pace.
Eddie couldn't stop the noises slipping past his lips. He normally didn't react so positively to something as simple as humping through his shorts, but maybe the gentleness of it all, the way Buck took charge and let Eddie rest his weary body on Buck as he gave him so much pleasure, was what made this moment feel so hot. His leg twitched when pre-cum slipped past the slit of his dick and into the fabric of his boxers, thigh brushing against Buck— he was hard, too. Eddie bit his lip.
"Buck, let me," he tried to say, hand trailing away from Buck's chest to slide down towards his lower half. Buck wasn't having it, though, instead he pushed Eddie's hips up off his thigh, getting a displeased whine in response.
"I know, I know, hold on," Buck shifted his body a little bit underneath him, and after a few seconds, he finally brought Eddie back down, his clothed dick rubbing right against Buck's. Eddie groaned.
"Dios, Buck." Buck continued grinding against Eddie, noises passing his lips and getting muffled by the skin at Eddie's neck. Embarrassingly, Eddie was getting close, and he was starting to move his hips a bit more frantically against Buck. As much as he would let him, anyways.
"Buck, Buck, please, so good— I need you to—" Eddie babbled. His brain was starting to feel fuzzy with pleasure, any cohesive part he had leftover from being sick being overtaken by pleasure. Buck couldn't have been doing any better. Lips collided with Eddie's again, an open mouthed kiss, muffling the loud moans that wracked his body at a particularly good thrust.
Buck's hold on Eddie's hip loosened just a bit, and Eddie felt as one hand slipped into the back of his sleep shorts. Cool fingers splayed across Eddie's cheeks, pushing down just enough to grind Eddie's dick harder into Buck's. Eddie's hands fumbled against Buck's skin. He was pathetically close.
Eddie opened his mouth, about to say something, anything, beg for release as the warmth got impossibly more present in him, or maybe even convince Buck to take his pants off, but a thick, familiar finger caught against Eddie's rim, immediately attempting to push itself past the ring of muscle, and that tilted Eddie over the edge.
"Fuck," He cursed into Buck's mouth, hips staggering as he finally, finally, got what he was chasing, dick twitching as he came into his shorts. Buck kept dragging his body against him as he came, grip tightening in a way that confirmed to Eddie that he also just came right into his shorts.
The two held onto each other tightly as they calmed down, Buck's arms wrapped securely around Eddie's waist as Eddie's were slung around Buck's shoulders. Each time Eddie twitched from an aftershock of pleasure, Buck did, too, whimpering into Eddie's neck. The two stayed like that for what felt like hours, but was probably only a couple minutes at most, before Buck pulled back just enough to press a loving kiss to Eddie's cheek.
"Feel better?"
Eddie hummed. He, then, sniffled. "I feel like a puddle that can't breathe through his nose."
"Puddles don't have noses," Buck absently replied, trailing kisses back down Eddie's neck. He pressed a particularly sweet one to the spot Buck was nipping at earlier.
"This one does," then, "my shorts feel like a puddle."
Buck snorted. "S'probably a good time to get up, anyways. Shower?"
"Bath. I don't want to move anymore than I already have to."
"I'll carry you." Eddie grinned into Buck's shoulder.
"I would hope so, it's your fault."
Eddie could imagine the eye roll that Buck was doing in his mind. "You're the one who kissed me below the belt while I was sick," he quipped, which earned him a light smack in the other shoulder.
"You were begging for it."
"Mhm," Buck nodded his head, "sure I was."