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Buck doesn’t know how he got here—well… that’s a lie.

He does know how he got here: a lot of alcohol—and he’s talking about a lot, a lot—stupid decisions, and the courage only a man so blackout drunk that he won’t remember his actions in the morning can muster.

Four—or was it fourteen? Buck isn’t quite sure—shots of bitter, cheap tequila, Thai food from their favorite place for one last hurrah before Eddie leaves for Texas, and Buck attempting to come to terms with being left with an Eddie-shaped hole in his heart soon. Of course, Eddie isn’t going to go no-contact with him. However, it’ll be odd not having his best friend fifteen minutes from his place, where he can pop in anytime and drink his favorite beer that Eddie keeps stocked in the fridge, and bother Eddie outside of work whenever he desires. It’ll be odd not having his best friend living in the same city as he is, or having him as a partner at work. It will bring the big Eddie-shaped hole in his life into the spotlight and continue to rub salt in the wound.

So… Buck drinks to forget that Eddie will be leaving soon. Eddie does, too; he suspects that Eddie wants to ignore his empty living room—which boasts his sofa, coffee table, and TV, which is still mounted to the wall—and emptier house, chasing away thoughts with cheap, but strong tequila. Belatedly, Buck wishes he had splurged for nicer, better-tasting alcohol, but the tequila does what Buck wants it to. He isn’t going to complain much about his last-minute decision to put away the six-pack of beers he and Eddie like and snatch the first bottle of tequila he saw off the shelf and march to the check-out counter before he could double-back and put it down.

He and Eddie go shot for shot, clinking their glasses together, giggling at the faces the other pulls afterward, and leaning into each other’s orbits; half-finished takeout cools on the coffee table, and shots crawl down their throat at a rapid, concerning pace. Buck thinks he might feel concerned about how quickly the alcohol bottle is draining if he could feel anything other than grief; the emotion takes up his soul, and keeps him reaching for the bottle to fill up his and Eddie’s shot glasses with reckless abandon.

The burn hurts, and has the both of them pulling faces, but knowing Eddie will be leaving in two days and that Buck will be taking up residence at 4995 South Bedford St while Eddie lives in Texas—for forever, or for an indefinite but temporary number of months; Buck doesn’t think either of them has a clue when, or if, Eddie will be back—doesn’t stop them in their tracks. In fact, it keeps them going; keeps them chasing down the emotions they’re both ignoring, desperate to hide it with tequila and push it down with each gulp.

Buck feels sick and chases it with tequila. He has a feeling Eddie is doing the same thing.

Tequila, grief, and confidence are a hell of a combination; it’s how Buck finds him here. Astride Eddie’s lap, lips crushed together, and Eddie’s wandering hands petting along his sides, down his thighs, and digs his thumbs into his hip creases. Buck groans into Eddie’s mouth, chasing the taste of tequila on Eddie’s lips and tongue, and whimpering when Eddie does the same.

Their kiss is feverish, heated, and wild; it speaks to the ache they’re both trying to push down or chase away with each meld of lips. Eddie’s hard underneath him, an impressive bulge nestled against the flat expanse of his crotch; the heat makes cunt twitch, pulsing clit smushed against the seam of his jeans. It’s not a very hidden secret that Buck isn’t all guy down there, and Eddie didn’t really give a damn when they saw each other naked for the first time.

Buck cared because Eddie’s opinion matters a lot to him, but Eddie just patted his shoulder, said that he was, and will always be Buck, and finished getting dressed. Eddie’s declaration hadn’t been a dismissal; it had simply been unwavering, unblinking acceptance. Buck might’ve cried a bit.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie groans, drawing Buck’s bottom lip between those sharp canines that he’s looked at too many times to play it off as just staring at his best friend. Buck whines, breath hitching in the back of his throat as his hips swivel unconsciously, grinding his cunt down against Eddie’s tented cock. It draws another groan from Eddie, which travels through Buck’s mouth.

Buck feels hot all over from the lust and tequila burning through his blood, and it’s the best he’s felt since Eddie announced he’d be moving to Texas; he feels alive, seated on Eddie’s lap with the man’s tenting cock hard against his pussy. “Not the goodbye I was expecting,” Eddie mumbles, and darts in to steal another kiss from Buck’s lips. It draws a gasp from him as Eddie’s big hands mold around his hips, grip them tight, and guide him to grind against him; Eddie’s strong grip is branding, and the way he moves Buck’s body has him shuddering.

“That a—annh—good or bad thing?” Buck moans, working his hips with the rhythm that Eddie’s hands are guiding him to follow, his cunt undoubtedly making a mess of his underwear. He hopes he doesn’t leak through them fully, and ruin his pants; that’d be annoying, as he’s already taken the few sets of spare clothes he had in Eddie’s dresser out so Eddie could pack everything up in that damn U-haul trailer. Buck hates that U-haul trailer, and he might just… hate U-hauls forever. Maddie went away to college, then Boston with one, and now Eddie.

“Do I sound like I’m complaining?” Eddie slurs, tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip. Eddie’s gaze is heady, and the highs of his cheeks have flushed a dark red, which matches the blush on the tips of his ears. Buck has always found it endearing that Eddie’s ears always blush first, then the back of his neck, and finally it travels to his face. It’s one of the many little things he’s learned about Eddie over the last seven years, and added to the big book of Eddie Diaz in his head.

Buck looks at Eddie, eyes dark with lust, the brunet’s cock throbbing against his cunt, and feels the hands on his waist grip tighter to keep Buck’s hips from stopping. “Nah,” Buck mumbles, and ducks down for another kiss. Eddie tastes like tequila and home. “N-Not really,” Buck moans against Eddie’s lips when Eddie’s hips buck up slightly, heat and tension boiling between their meshed bodies.

“Good,” Eddie rumbles, pressing their faces close and lips even closer, “Because if I did, I don’t think me a-asking you to get na—hic—ked would go over well.” Buck giggles against Eddie’s lips, and then the noise trails off into a moan when his drunk brain actually registers what Eddie is asking him for. “How ‘bout it, Buck?” Eddie whispers, his soft Texan drawl that Eddie gets on occasion, that drives Buck a little insane, coming out to play. “Wanna-“

“Yes,” Buck blurts before Eddie can even finish his question. Eddie blinks, and his face splits into a smug, confident smirk as Buck rocks back to sit firmly in Eddie’s lap and starts to tug his shirt off. He gets stuck for half a second, and it takes a bit of wiggling to get himself free. A moment later, Buck tosses it, and his shirt goes flying off to land somewhere in the living room. He’ll get it later. Maybe. If he remembers to.

“Look at you,” Eddie groans, his big hands framing Buck’s ribs, rubbing across his tattoo, and giving his sides a firm squeeze. Eddie gropes him like a desperate man, and Buck lets him; he whines when Eddie’s thumb skirts over his nipple, paying attention to the hard nub, and forcing it inward before circling it with his big, calloused thumb. “Like that?” Eddie drawls, voice hoarse and eyes burning with lust. Buck can barely gasp out an affirmative noise, moans trailing out after it as Eddie pinches his other nipple between his fingers, sending a zing of pleasure-pain straight to Buck’s clit.

“Ed-Eddie,” Buck mewls, hips starting a gentle rock against Eddie’s tented cock, desperate for friction. Eddie’s jeans and bulge give it; Buck warbles out a sweep, syrupy moan that has Eddie’s cock jumping against his pussy, making Buck grin. “Like that?” Buck moans, parroting Eddie’s words back to him. Eddie groans in the back of his throat, the noise bordering on a growl that makes Buck’s tummy feel hot and squishy.

“Brat,” Eddie grunts, and hiccups a moment after. God, they’re so fucking drunk. Buck had brought over a bottle of tequila from the liquor store next to the Thai restaurant they often order from, and it had been full and unopened. Now, though? Buck looks over to the bottle, which has been squished between the couch cushions, and he grabs for it. There’s about a shot and a half left in it, two if they get stingy. Eddie eyes the bottle, snatches it out of Buck’s hand, and downs half of the alcohol left straight from it. Buck watches, entranced with the way Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobs under his skin as he swallows, the distant thought of I want to bite it echoing in the back of his mind. It’s quashed when Eddie’s lips fall away from the rim of the bottle, and he holds it out for him to take.

A little more alcohol won’t hurt.

Buck takes it graciously, tipping the bottle back and swallowing down the bitter mouthful of tequila with a grimace; Eddie laughs at the puckered look on his face, but it dies when Buck keeps the bottle tipped bottom-up over his open mouth. Buck chases the last few droplets of the liquid in the bottle, letting it dribble out of the bottle and fall on his tongue.

Buck swallows the last of the tequila down, shimmies off of Eddie’s lap to place it on the coffee table, and then sheds his pants and underwear. Eddie watches from his slouched spot on the couch, eyes half-lidded, and palm grinding against his bulge. It makes Buck swallow thickly, feeling utterly desired with the way Eddie is looking at him; it’s the same look a hungry dog gives a big steak.

Buck kicks off his jeans in the same direction—or what he thinks is the same direction—he threw his shirt, and shimmies his underwear down his thighs. Eddie groans sharply at the way they stick to his cunt, coming away drenched in slick, with it spider-webbing between the material and his folds before the strings of slick snap, and his underwear lands on the floor. Buck steps out of it, and Eddie is grabbing him, pulling him into his orbit, and Buck is helpless to resist; not that he would, of course.

Eddie holds him in his lap, nude cunt hovering over his bulge, and eyes mapping lines up and down his body. His fingers grip and grope mindlessly, sliding up and down his sides, gripping his thighs, and squeezing a handful of his ass in those big hands. “You’ll be the death of me,” Eddie groans as his other hand grabs another handful of Buck’s ass and drags him closer with the grip. “Moriría feliz, aún así,” Eddie murmurs, the Spanish slipping off his tongue with such ease that it makes Buck tremble.

He’s too drunk to even think about trying to decipher what Eddie said, and he’s not sure if he would be able to anyway—his stint in Peru he was dealing with American tourists, and got around with baseline spanish the other bartenders would teach him; plus, most of it consisted of flirts and pick-up lines, and nothing truly conversational past stuff along the lines of what can I get you to drink?

Buck sighs into Eddie’s lips as he dips down to steal a kiss from the brunet. He feels like he could sink into Eddie’s embrace, get lost in the meld of their lips, and never leave—he’d be more than content to do that, but he can’t. The reminder that Eddie is leaving in two days burns through him, but the tequila numbs those thoughts, and Eddie’s lips on him draw him out of his head and into the present. Eddie groans and growls into the kiss, hands resting on the heft of Buck’s ass, and kneading it as one would dough. It makes Buck moan, feeling Eddie’s hands on his, and the obvious desire running through Eddie’s veins in the form of his hard cock tenting his jeans underneath his pussy.

Buck pulls away with a groan, a string of saliva connecting their lips; Eddie breaks it when his tongue darts out to lick his lips, eyes heavy with lust. Buck is sure he looks the same—the heat of his face no doubt means he probably looks like a strawberry right now, and he hasn’t been able to pry his eyelids to full-mast for at least an hour; that might be the tequila, but Buck is sure it’s a mix of alcohol and lust. “Need you,” Buck moans, dropping his weight on Eddie’s lap, and making Eddie groan; the sound that rips out of his best friend will stick with him for a while.

Or for as long as he can remember.

“Buck,” Eddie rasps, his hands squeezing around Buck’s ass before they travel up to his hips. Eddie’s muscles flex, and between one slow blink and the next, Buck finds himself laying length-wise on the couch on his back with Eddie looming over him. Buck moans; the sound rips from somewhere deep and heady at the show of strength—Eddie’s always been so strong, but feeling that strength being used on him has a tremble rushing through his body. Eddie grins, looking like he knows exactly what that little example of strength, and how Eddie can obviously manhandle him, does to Buck. Buck tries to push up so he can drag Eddie into a heated kiss, but Eddie’s palm splays over his sternum and pushes him back, “Stay.” The command is simple, and Buck follows it without blinking.

Eddie leans back when he sees Buck isn’t going anywhere, the grin plastered on his face never wavering as he sits back on his heels, grips the hem of his shirt, and tugs it up in one swift motion to trap it between his teeth. With the t-shirt rucked up, it exposes the length of Eddie’s tanned, built torso to him. Eddie, being half-shirtless, is something Buck has seen often; his first time meeting Eddie was seeing the guy putting a shirt on, and they change in the same locker room and shower in the same shower room.

Buck has seen Eddie completely naked, down to his birthday suit and nothing more, thanks to corrosive liquid getting on both of them. Back then, Buck had been a little more preoccupied stripping his sizzling and melting clothes off than getting an eyeful of naked Eddie, but now… Now he can appreciate his best friend as he hovers above him, the hem of his t-shirt held between his teeth as Eddie’s fingers deftly working open his pants, and fingers tugging his zipper down. It exposes the veins creeping up his v-line, and Buck wants to lick them.

Eddie’s hand disappears underneath the silver waistband of his boxers, and a moment later, the brunet’s long, thick cock bounces out, his balls following a moment later as Eddie wiggles the waistband underneath them. The thick shaft bobs for a moment before it flags, sagging underneath its weight. Eddie’s tip is dark and flushed, already weeping oozing dribbles of precum that make Buck shudder. To see how obviously turned on Eddie is makes Buck feel good; to see the things his body does to another person has always driven him wild with lust—it tells him he’s doing something to someone, desired in their eyes, even just for a few fleeting hours.

Encircling his cock, Eddie works himself in slow, pointed strokes; Buck is mesmerized, watching Eddie’s cock work through the top of his fist, the veins running along the underside of his shaft throbbing. Buck swallows thickly, tequila-tasting saliva flooding his mouth as he lays underneath Eddie, legs loosely wrapped around his hips, watching his best friend jerk himself off.

Precum sputters and drools from Eddie’s slit, allowing Eddie’s slow-dragging hand to get a better slide up and down his shaft. Buck can’t look away from the steady, confident movements: the way Eddie’s forearm flexes, how his fist clenches slightly around his cockhead, the noises Eddie makes. It’s all intoxicating, and Buck belatedly wishes he didn’t drink so much so he could burn this memory into his head and look back on it.

On the flip side, he and Eddie are best friends; nothing before right now would’ve ever made Buck think he had a chance with Eddie. Considering Eddie is… well, straight…

Buck really isn’t quite sure of Eddie fucking Buck is considered straight, per se, but he can’t speak for his best friend’s sexuality; he isn’t going to dwell on it. Instead, he’s going to keep watching Eddie jerk himself off and lose himself in the pleasure he’s giving himself. It’s more intoxicating than the alcohol, and Buck feels drunk off of lust—and the copious amount of tequila in his system—of watching Eddie get off in front of him.

“Mierda,” Eddie mumbles, eyes sliding open; his pupils are blown wide, and they swallow those dark chocolate irises, making Eddie’s eyes look like black holes. “Like what you s-see, Buckley?” Eddie’s words slur around see, and Buck mewls, because… yes, he does like what he’s seeing. If the absolute mess between his legs isn’t enough to go off, he isn’t sure what is. Buck bobbles his head up and down eargely, words stuck to the back of his tongue. All he can do is nod and let little wanton sounds out, hoping Eddie gets the message he’s trying to portray.

Eddie licks his lips, the tip of those sharp canines catching on his bottom lip as the brunet shuffles forward. His hand slips off his cock, letting it sag between his jean-clad thighs, dollops of precum bubbling from the slit, catching the light of the TV. Buck had completely forgotten about it; he isn’t even sure of what they were trying to watch before it devolved into shots, whispered stories about all the stupid calls they had been on, and more shots.

Buck doesn’t even care because Eddie’s hands are pulling Buck’s legs firmly around his waist, and his cockhead slips against Buck’s clit, making him yelp at the sudden contact. The yelp devolves into a moan, head tipping back as Eddie ruts his hips forward, grinding his shaft against Buck’s thick, chubby clit. His clit hangs heavy past the hood, a solid two inches, and decently thick. It’s enough to tweak and jerk off, and more than enough to rut against and provide excellent stimulation.

“So cute,” Eddie mutters, his thumb dragging the flushed hood back as he continues to fuck his cock against the small length of his cock. “So pink, too… you’re just so fucking pink everywhere,” Eddie whispers as he splays his hand over Buck’s abdomen to pin his lower half to the couch. Buck moans softly, whines and keens tumbling past his lips as Eddie continues to fuck his hips forward, heavy cock slathering precum all over Buck’s tummy and pussy. It has Buck’s eyes rolling up, anticipating the stretch that’ll come when Eddie finally fucks him.

“Ed-Eddie,” Buck groans, a hand flailing out to find Eddie’s. Thankfully, Eddie meets him halfway, and their fingers tangle, the heat melding together as their digits do. “So big,” Buck pants, hips rocking slightly, and clit buzzing from the stimulation. “Wan’ you,” Buck slurs, tongue loose and heavy. He feels as if he’s simultaneously been filled with sand and helium; so heavy, and yet so light. “Wan’ you s-ssoo bad,” Buck sobs, chest heaving with the little cry. Tears collect in his eyes, desperate need for Eddie—for his cock, for his body over Buck’s, for him to unpack that stupid U-haul trailer and put everything back—shuddering through his body.

“You have me,” Eddie murmurs, and Buck whines, breathless with want and sadness—he has Eddie for two more days, and then that could be it; of course, the miles between them will never stop Buck from talking to Eddie constantly, nor will it stop him from taking a few days off of work and finally using his PTO he’s been accumulating for years to go see Eddie in Texas. But it won’t ever be the same—Eddie could be gone from LA for good, Texas sweeping him back into the fold, and never letting him leave. “You’ve got all of me, Buck,” Eddie whispers, as if he’s reading Buck’s mind.

Eddie’s lips touch his, swallowing down his sighs and sobs as his cock draws away from his clit and slips through the mess of slick between his folds. The pressure and feel if it makes Buck shiver, thighs tightening around Eddie’s hips to draw him closer as he moans into the brunet’s mouth. Eddie groans into his, one hand cupping his cheek and petting his jaw while the other keeps him from falling on top of Buck. It’s fisting the edge of the cushion, knuckles blushing white from the strain.

“T’is okay?” Eddie murmurs, speaking against his lips. Buck blinks, wondering when he closed his eyes, and gazes at Eddie’s dark eyes. It’ll be a long while until he sees them in person, and not through a screen, so he savors them; he savors Eddie’s long, full rows of pitch-black lashes, the dark chocolate irises swallowed by lust-blown pupils, and the warmth that warms Buck down to his bones in them.

Eddie’s cockhead is notched against his hole, the pressure making him squirm; he’s desperately trying to keep his hips still, to not hitch them down and have Eddie press into him. Buck nods, almost blubbering with want as Eddie swallows down his sounds, shuts him up with a kiss, and pushes in. Belatedly, Buck thinks he should’ve pressed for some prep, at least two of Eddie’s thick fingers to stretch him, but the burn is immaculate; it’s something he’s never felt. The wildness of it, the way it smolders through Buck’s entire body, and brands him. The stretch makes Buck’s eyes roll, mouth open in a silent scream against Eddie’s lapping tongue as pleasure he’s never experienced rips through him, opening his belly and baring his soul to Eddie.

Eddie’s cock is as thick and heavy as it looked, and feels even better disappearing into his cunt, working his walls open, and bullying his hips forward when they don’t open at his preferred pace. Buck feels completely and utterly owned, and he’s already hooked on the feeling. Drool works down his chin, making him look even more of a mess, his lower back arching off the couch as a mewl wobbles out of his mouth. “Puta madre,” Eddie gasps, voice as wrecked as Buck feels. “So fucking tight… shiiiit.”

Buck tries to reply, but all that comes out is an ineloquent, “gnnnuuufgh.” His eyes flutter uselessly, opening and closing, and his chest heaves with desperate breaths as fire roars through his veins. The pleasure he feels as Eddie continues to push his way into the deepest parts of Buck chokes him; it slithers around his throat and coils tight, pressing hard against his Adam’s apple. Buck feels like he can’t breathe as Eddie keeps going deeper, deeper, deeper. It feels like he just… never ends, and it’s invigorating. Buck feels warm all over, wanton sounds spilling from his mouth as Eddie pumps his hips and shoves his cock deeper inside of Buck. “Edddiiiieee,” Buck keens, whimpering Eddie’s name like it’s gospel; if Eddie were a god, Buck would be a loyal follower.

“Buck,” Eddie groans, kissing and nipping delicately along the length of his jaw as Buck tilts his head back, eager for Eddie’s lips on his. A tongue teases his sweaty skin, lavishing the tiny red marks Eddie’s sharp canines leave along his skin. “So fucking tight, mi viddddaaa,” Eddie moans, “Tan delicioso, squeezing me so well…”

Buck groans at Eddie’s words, hips tilting down to let Eddie slide deeper inside of him, desperate to feel Eddie hilt all the way inside of him. The burn from the stretch is fading, leaving nothing but the delicious feeling of being full. Nothing has ever compared to this, and Buck feels ruined; Eddie is ruining him with each slow thrust of his hips, sinking deeper, and Buck doesn’t want to stop him—doesn’t think he would in any scenario.

“D-Deep, s-so, so deep, Eddie, holy fuck,” Buck groans, eyes fluttering from the feeling of pure, heady arousal boiling inside his body. His core feels tight, clit pulsing, and cunt trembling around Eddie’s thick shaft. Eddie chuckles against his jaw, leaving a sloppy kiss against the bolt of it before he pushes himself back enough so their noses brush, and Buck can gaze into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie gazes back, and his confident smirk loses its sharp edges, melting into that warm smile that’s reserved for just Buck.

It makes his insides feel warm, and Buck smiles back slowly, content to lay under Eddie, be full of his cock, and bask in the sensations. Buck giggles, a hiccup leaving his mouth as he lifts his head slightly to nuzzle their noses together. “H-Hiii, Eddie,” Buck whispers, smile turning dopey as Eddie’s cock finally slips all the way in.

He feels larger than anything Buck has taken, nudging against his walls, and filling him in such a way that tells him that Eddie won’t need any angle to hit his g-spot dead on, as his shaft is already pressing against it. Eddie’s balls rest against his wet asscheeks, full of cum that Buck hopes will fill him up—he hopes Eddie won’t pull out, and will cum inside instead. He’s on birth control, so there’s no harm in it.

“Hi, Buck,” Eddie whispers, smile soft and warm as he gazes down at him. A few strands of Eddie’s windswept hair fall out of order, tickling Buck’s forehead, and making Eddie look hotter than the damn sun.

Normally, Buck wouldn’t even think of the wet dreams Eddie has occasionally starred in, mind conjuring up what Eddie would look like during sex.

The reality is much better than the dream.

“Move… please? Pleaase?” Buck keens, his cunt clenching around Eddie. As much as he’d like to simply lay here, gaze at Eddie, and enjoy Eddie looming over him like a sex god, he’s too damn horny for that. “Please, Ed-Eddie, I need it, n-need yo- fuck!” Buck cries out as Eddie pulls back, heeding his pleas, and slams in, filling Buck up once more with his cock. Instead of the slow push in before, his pace is hard, and he’s already thrusting away. Buck sobs; his hands grip tightly at the couch, his back bows, and Eddie’s wild, frantic thrusts punch sounds out of him that he’s never made before. Going from zero to one hundred is mind-meltingly good, and the rhythm Eddie is building with deft ease has Buck trembling and on edge already.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie growls as he pounds Buck into the couch, making his eyes roll back as he lays there, and takes it. “Look at you… so wrecked already and I’ve barely done anything,” Eddie pants, hips snapping forward with such strength it rocks Buck’s body and the couch. The whole thing squeaks and groans under their wild lovemaking—because Buck doesn’t feel like a cheap fuck, and even if Eddie is fucking him that way, it feels different when it comes to Eddie. Buck would be concerned if he could think about anything other than Eddie’s cock slamming deep inside of him, the slick sounds of it echoing in the almost completely empty living room. It only makes it more visceral, their pants and wrecked gasps permeating the still, humid air.

“Eddie!” Buck sobs; the force of Eddie’s name leaving his mouth makes him breathless. He’s gasping, panting, and can barely get a proper breath of air, but it’s so good. Eddie’s cock hits every spot, makes Buck feel wild, insane, and free, and he isn’t stopping anytime soon. Not that Buck wants him to. “I-I’m. I’m,” Buck stammers and stutters over what he’s trying to say; sentences bloom and die on his tongue, thoughts shattered by each hard thrust that rocks his body and shakes the couch. He isn’t even quite sure what he’s trying to communicate with Eddie; all he knows is the pleasure is rising in his body, and he feels about a moment away from exploding.

“What, Buck?” Eddie pants, his head dipping down to press a kiss under his eye and one to his birthmark. The delicate, intimate peck makes Buck tremble harder than Eddie’s breakneck thrusts are. “You gonna cum soon? Cum hanging off my cock?” Eddie murmurs, and Buck’s muscles lock together, gargled moans echoing in his throat and dying there. Eddie’s thrusts keep their perfect pace, nailing his g-spot with each thrust into his stretched, dripping pussy.

Buck moans and nods, words long behind him, and eyes rolling up past his fluttering lashes once more. His fingers tremble where they have a handful of the couch fabric bunched between his digits, knuckles flushed a pale, snowy white. Slick pours from his cunt, forced out by Eddie’s thick shaft, and Buck is only getting wetter as Eddie fucks him.

Pleasure builds like pressure in a small space, expanding beyond the space’s means, and threatening to explode. His core feels tight and red-hot, like lava has been poured inside of him, and he’s overheating with the ecstasy doubling in his blood. Buck sobs weak moans, punched out unh, uhn, anhs floating from his mouth as tears drip from his lidded eyes. They feel hot against his ruddy cheeks, streaking down them and soaking into his loose, sweaty curls. His entire body is covered in a layer of sweat, and he’s sure that if he could pry his eyes open, he would see Eddie’s body is covered as well.

Ngh, those tan, toned muscles covered in sweat… Buck drools just thinking about it.

Buck’s moans grow louder and higher in pitch as he gets closer to orgasm, cunt spasming around Eddie’s cock and drawing lust-filled groans from the man. They only fuel Buck’s arousal, clit throbbing, and pussy dripping with how turned on he is.

His breath begins to stumble, hitched breaths stuck in his throat as he throws his head back, digging it into the couch cushion underneath it, and bowing his back. It changes the angle slightly, but just enough to push Buck over the edge as Eddie’s cockhead slams into his g-spot on the first thrust with the different angle. Buck doesn’t shout, but it’s a near thing; the sound he makes—shaped like Eddie’s name—dies in his throat as he clamps around Eddie’s cock, sobs, and cums.

Eddie’s grunt when Buck clamps around him like a vice floats through his cotton-stuffed ears as the man fucks him through his orgasms, thrusts stronger than before. They hit deep inside of him, rocking him through the waves of ecstasy burning through his body. Eddie fucks moan after moan from his mouth, kissing the edges of his lips, and sealing his mouth against Buck’s to swallow down his sounds. Buck mewls against Eddie’s lips and parts his when Eddie’s tongue swipes along his lower lip; Buck grants Eddie access with ease, and tangles his tongue with Eddie’s. He doesn’t even bother fighting for dominance and submits to Eddie’s lapping tongue, tasting the traces of tequila on Eddie’s spit as they kiss.

It’s messy, but Buck loves it. His cunt squeezes hard around Eddie, orgasm tearing through his body; his body remains limp under Eddie, trembling with the shocks of lust that rip through him.

Eddie’s cock throbs inside of him, pumping deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against Buck’s ass. He knows his asscheeks will be red for a while, and his knee will hurt in the morning—and probably his entire lower half, and his head; he’s not ready for the hangover—but Buck thinks it’ll all be worth it in the end if Eddie cums inside of him.

Buck nips at Eddie’s lip, lapping at it as it rests between his teeth, and lets Eddie kiss him again. Their breath comes out in stuttered gasps when they pull away as their bodies rudely remind them that they need to breathe, and they swallow each other’s moans when their lips meld together once more. Buck enjoys Eddie’s sharp teeth glancing over his lips, and Eddie enjoys Buck’s eagerness.

Eddie pulls away suddenly, gasping a grunted moan as his cock throbs harder in Buck’s cunt. Buck whines at the feeling, hips dipping down, and working with each thrust to push Eddie deeper. “F-uck,” Eddie gasps, groaning hard as his head droops, and more of his hair falls onto Eddie’s forehead, bouncing with each snap of Eddie’s hips. “Close,” Eddie grits, lashes fluttering, and cheeks dark with a blush. Buck moans and starts to roll his hips with more vigor, enticing Eddie to fuck deep and stay there.

“Nnh, Eddie,” Buck mewls, watching Eddie’s eyes flutter close for a moment, face slack with pleasure before his eyes peel open once more to pin Buck to the couch with his stare that’s full of heady arousal. There’s a small furrow between Eddie’s eyebrows as sweat drips down his neck, his necklace catching the dim light of the TV and sending light refractions all over the back cushions of the sofa. “I-Inside,” Buck chokes, gasping as Eddie begins to lose rhythm, thrusts becoming choppy and downright delicious. Seeing Eddie lose it because of Buck makes him drool, swallowing down mouthfuls of saliva, and mewling as Eddie’s balls slap hard against his ass. “Wan’ you t-to… nnnnghhh, c-um… cum insid’a me,” Buck moans, watching Eddie’s eyes darken with lust, pupils swallowing up his irises until there’s barely a sliver of dark chocolate surrounding them.

“That- Buck-“ Eddie starts, stammers, and grunts out his name when Buck tightens around him, pulsing his cunt to try and drag Eddie closer to orgasm. It seems to work, because Eddie’s cock throbs inside of him, pounding him so hard, the pleasure is beginning to border on overstimulation. “Brat,” Eddie grinds out, jaw working, and breath blowing out of his flared nostrils in choppy waves.

Buck smiles cheekily, but it droops when Eddie’s hips begin to grind with each in-thrust, firm abdomen catching Buck’s clit against his, and giving stimulation to it. Buck mewls, thighs trembling with the sudden dual-stimulation of Eddie’s thick shaft throbbing and grinding against his g-spot, and the brunet’s abdomen catching his clit and rubbing against it. It’s delicious stimulation, and Buck drools, sounds pitching in volume as his second orgasm approaches out of nowhere. The pleasure hits Buck like a train, and all he can do is tremble and grind against Eddie’s thrusts, hoping that Eddie cums soon. He wants to feel the warmth of it and the way it fills him up wholly and completely. It’ll ruin him, but in the best way.

“God—damnit,” Eddie barks, breath coming out in ragged pants as his thrusts turn choppy and short. He drags his cock out halfway, slams it in with a sharp plap of their skin meeting, and grinds against Buck. It’s a mind-melting rhythm that has Buck sobbing, one hand coming away from the grip he has on the couch to grasp at Eddie’s flexing wrist, desperate for purchase. Eddie’s skin is warm and slick with sweat as he grips it; Buck’s fingers encircle Eddie’s wrist, and he unintentionally presses into Eddie’s pulse point.

The feeling of Eddie’s pulse hammering away under his fingers—alive, there, and so, so alive—rockets Buck into his second orgasm, a hoarse shout leaving his mouth this time around. He clenches hard around Eddie, spasming in short, choppy waves, and dragging Eddie into his own orgasm. Eddie snarls loudly, his entire body jerking and tensing. It gives more definition to his sweat-covered muscles, shoulders pulling into a taut line, and his body looming even further over Buck’s. Eddie’s torso is longer than his—because Buck is all leg—and it lets Eddie seem larger than damn life as his shadow covers Buck entirely, allowing Eddie to pant against his forehead, nose nuzzling along his hairline, and hand curling around the back of his neck.

Buck sobs and moans as Eddie slips in as deep as he can go and still there, pumping hot ropes of cum inside of Buck. The warmth is insane, and like nothing Buck could have ever imagined, it strokes the flame of pleasure roaring in his gut as he tugs his other hand that’s still fisting the couch cushion away and tosses it over Eddie’s shoulders. He can feel the muscles tense and tremble there, spine bowed slightly. It’s glorious, feeling Eddie, touching Eddie, and breathing him in; he smells like sandalwood, tequila, and home.

Buck cries for a lot of reasons: feeling Eddie pump him full of cum and continue to rut his hips slightly, grinding in tight circles to milk all the cum from his balls, breathing Eddie in, and knowing he won’t be able to ever do this again. He has two days left of being as close to Eddie as he can, soaking him up like a needy plant, but he won’t get this kind of intimacy with Eddie ever again. Eddie’s slick chest brushing against his, Eddie’s nose nuzzling into his hairline, Eddie’s lips peppering kisses on his birthmark and along his eyebrow before working down his face to lap up his teeth.

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

Buck trembles under Eddie for a long time, soaked in sweat, and savoring Eddie. He keeps his arm over Eddie’s shoulders for a long time, and when Eddie’s arms finally give out, and he covers Buck’s body with his, he throws his other arm around Eddie’s back to hug him tight. He lets Eddie touch and grope his sides, thumbs sliding up and down his skin in soft, languid motions that soothe the trembles. He lets Eddie breathe slowly into his neck, kissing his pulse point, and making it jump under his lips. He feels Eddie grin against his skin when Buck’s heart jumps at every kiss, every tease of teeth, every tease of Eddie.

He lets Eddie finally pull away from him long after the sweat has cooled on their bodies, and they both grimace as they peel apart. He lets Eddie pull his soft cock out of Buck’s cunt, cum drooling out of him immediately after no longer being filled with the brunet’s thick cock. He lets Eddie pull him off the soaked couch, tug him toward the bathroom, and steady him when his legs feel like fawn legs. He lets Eddie tug him into the shower with him, kissing him under the warm spray, and lets Eddie take him right there again; both of them know the dangers of shower sex, considering they’re firefighters, but none of that matters when you’re drunk and desperate for a little more time together.

He lets Eddie fuck him into the warm tiles, their moans bouncing around the stall, and water sluicing down their bodies. He lets Eddie pound into his messy pussy, adding another load there to drool out of him as Eddie suds him up in his sandalwood body wash and rinses him off before doing the same to himself. He lets Eddie fuck two fingers into his cunt to scoop the cum out—despite Buck’s protests—and let it wash down the drain until they’re all clean, tired, and bundled in towels.

It’s a slow, slightly shameful shuffle toward the couch for Buck as Eddie ducks into his bedroom to rifle through his suitcase to get a spare set of clothes for himself. Buck towels off in the living room, pulls his damp, soaked-through boxers back on with a grimace, shimmies into his jeans, and picks up his shirt from halfway across the living room in the complete opposite direction of his jeans and underwear. Eddie comes out just as Buck finishes toweling his hair off with an armful of sheets and a pillow for the couch.

Yawning over the pile in his arms, Eddie holds them up. “I’d say you can bunk wit’ me… but I don’t think y’wanna sleep on a twin air mattress,” Eddie says, words slurred due to exhaustion and the alcohol. Buck huffs a snort and walks over to grab the thinner comforter off the top of the pile so he can lay it down to cover the couch.

“No, thank you,” Buck snickers, imagining two grown, over six feet tall firefighters trying to wedge their way onto a twin mattress for the night. He has a feeling one or both of them would end up sleeping on the floor. “I like your couch…” Buck mumbles, mood falling flat and somber as he shakes out the comforter to lay on top of the cushions. Eddie doesn’t comment and hands him the pillow so he can place it down. Then, Buck flops down on the couch and blinks as Eddie tosses the thicker comforter over him and tucks him in. Eddie shuffles forward, crouches down next to his face, and promptly yawns in his face.

“So-Sorry,” Eddie laughs when he finishes yawning. It makes Buck laugh, and then he yawns. Thankfully, not in Eddie’s face, but it’s a jaw-cracking yawn that makes his jaw pop loudly. “G’night, Buck,” Eddie says, patting his chest and leaning in to kiss Buck’s forehead. Buck lets Eddie kiss his forehead, eyes fluttering as exhaustion pulls at him. Buck hopes he remembers some of this when he wakes up tomorrow, hoping Eddie closed the blinds all the way in the living room so he’s not rudely awoken with sunlight trying to bore a hole through his eyelids.

“G’nigh’t…” Buck mumbles, already fast asleep before Eddie even stands up. He doesn’t even stir as Eddie picks up the food off the coffee table, snatches the empty tequila bottle, and stumbles off to the kitchen to toss everything out. He doesn’t twitch when Eddie smacks into the doorjamb of his bedroom, muffling curses in spanish all the way toward his sad, half-deflated air mattress that’s sitting on the floor with nothing but one pillow, a sheet, and a comforter on it, and falls asleep despite how squishy the damn mattress is under his body.

Neither of them remembers a damn thing.

They remember the absolutely terrible hangover, though.

-

It’s been nine months, two weeks, and five days since Eddie left for Texas. Nine months, two weeks, and five days since Buck saw his best friend face-to-face and felt right. Over a year since Buck saw Chris, either. A few months ago, when Chris and Eddie finally put their differences to rest, Chris reached out to him, and he had been elated. He cried a lot over the simple hi buck text from Chris, and cried even more when his favorite kid messaged him back.

And kept messaging him, facetiming him, and chatting about the nature documentaries that had come out in the time Chris had been in Texas. They devised a plan, taking Buck’s wild schedule at the firehouse into account, to watch an episode on the same day and then text each other about it once they were finished. It felt like having Chris snuggle up into his side again, sharing a bowl of popcorn or chips as they watched the migratory patterns of birds or lions hunting on a wide-open, hot savannah. It was a way to reconnect with Chris, and for them to have something that they both enjoyed to talk about; they didn’t need to talk about Chris and Eddie’s still somewhat strained relationship, or Eddie’s overbearing parents who were still trying to ice Eddie out of Chris’ life.

They just… talked about the water buffalo, or the wolves in Yellowstone, or the blue whales in the vast open ocean.

He and Eddie talked, of course. They called, facetimed religiously, and texted as often as they could. The time difference barely affected their conversations, given that Buck often worked twenty-four or forty-eight-hour shifts and could text Eddie whenever. Of course, it didn’t even remotely replace the real want to sit next to Eddie at the bar, whisper against mugs with hot tea in them, and lean against each other as exhaustion pulled at their bodies, but never let them rest. He misses those days.

But now he doesn’t have to miss it. Because nine months, two weeks, and five days after Eddie left, he and Chris return with that stupid U-haul, a Prius both he and Eddie hate, and more furniture that they know what to do with.

Even so, they were still here. Here, back in LA, back at 4995 South Bedford St, where they belonged. Chris had his old room back, and happily took the queen bed Buck had placed in there for guests. Buck didn’t mind, seeing as Chris was a growing boy, and he needed his space to splay out; they’d need to unpack his boxes and redecorate the room, but everything was in the garage, or in the damn U-haul, so Chris would have to do with his suitcases full of clothes, his backpack with all his electronics, and his pillows for now.

Buck didn’t mind letting Chris and Eddie back in—considering it’s their house, and Buck had pretty much just been staying here, so it didn’t go to someone else, he doesn’t mind at all. Honestly, it makes him a little more emotional than it should—he’s had to escape to the bathroom to cry a few times seeing Eddie and Chris bring a few boxes and suitcases into the house until they can figure things out furniture-wise. Watching Chris and Eddie laugh and peek into boxes Buck helped pack nine months ago, and knowing that unless Chris and Eddie decide to move to a different house—which better be in LA this time, and near Buck, or else he’ll throw a fit—he’ll never have to see those damn boxes full of the Diazes stuff again.

His, though… well, let’s just say this is a roommate situation for now, and Buck isn’t all that ready to move out just yet. He just got the Diazes back, and he wants at least a week or two of cohabitation to soak in their presence before he starts to look for a place of his own. Plus, it means he and Eddie get to share a bed again as they did during COVID, and Buck is savoring having Eddie as his personal heater during the chillier nights. He’s been cold for months, colder than he usually is, and even in a flannel, zip-up hoodie, his warmest sweatpants, and fluffy socks, he still remains cold. Hen had worried about him, but after doing some checks on him, she couldn’t find anything wrong with him, so they just went on with their lives. Buck wore a few extra layers, and that was that.

He also got to stick his cold feet on Eddie and laugh when he grumbled.

Of course, Eddie raised an eyebrow at his multiple layers, and he did his own cursory checks, but he also didn’t find anything wrong. So, just like before, they went on with their lives. Buck got his partner back at work, he felt right again, and he could breathe a little easier waking up with Eddie’s face close to his, and Chris down the hallway, being a moody teenager and never waking before noon on weekends.

Buck enjoyed having them back home, and breathed easier when he woke up from nightmares—memories—of Eddie driving off in his truck, never to return, to see Eddie sleeping next to him, and drooling on his pillow. It also loosened the knot in his chest to shuffle down the hallway to check on Chris, who was always in some interesting sleep positions—seriously, how did the kid contort himself like that and find it comfortable—but he was there. Sleeping, snoring slightly, and there under his ocean blue sheets with starfish on them. He’s there, he’s okay, and Buck always sleeps better knowing that.

Six days into the Diazes' return, it all changes.

-

One moment, Buck is brushing his teeth and spitting the foam out into the sink, and the next there’s this horrible… pop and splash. It rocks Buck’s body, and he chokes on his mouthful of toothpaste for a moment before he spits it all out, rinses his mouth, and looks down. The cup he used to drink from clatters to the floor when he looks down and finds a sizeable puddle of water surrounding his feet, and the inner legs of his sweatpants soaked. They’re drenched, and the light grey fabric has turned a horrible dark grey, and Buck honestly thinks he might’ve just peed himself. He’s over thirty, and he might’ve just peed himself!

Suffice to say, his heart hammers against his chest as he stumbles out of the puddle and grimaces at how wet his feet are. Droplets of the liquid drip off his feet, and Buck realizes that the liquid is perfectly clear. Okay, so many he does have more control over his bladder—thank god—but… where did this liquid come from? Well, it came from him.

Duh.

What is he thinking?

Not clearly, that’s what.

Buck stares a little harder at the liquid, because it’s obvious it came from him; his inner thighs are soaked all the way down to his ankles, and he doesn’t think he somehow poured a ton of water down the front of his pants while brushing his teeth. Buck runs his tongue over his teeth and draws his bottom lip between them, nibbling at it as he looks at the puddle nervously. Honestly, Buck wants to ignore it, grab a towel from the rack behind him, clean it up, and not think about it.

He’ll need to shuffle to the bathroom with another towel wrapped around his legs, but that won’t be too hard, considering Eddie is still in the kitchen doing dishes after Buck cooked dinner. It’s just the two of them for now, as Chris is at a reunion sleepover with Denny and Harry. He could stealth it to the bedroom, replace his soaked boxers and sweats, and pretend this never happened. Denial is a good thing, right?

Right?

Before he can even attempt to grab for a towel, a terrible pain rips through him. It feels like his entire body is being squeezed, and Buck collapses against the wall with a ragged gasp, his hand flying up to cup his stomach as pain tears through it. Buck bites his bottom lip until he draws blood as he feels like there’s a hot knife plunging through his stomach, his entire body cramping up from the pain. His free hand comes to press against the wall for stability; Buck tries to breathe through the pain, but it’s no use.

A knock startles him, and he stares at the closed bathroom door, pain lancing through his body like fire. It eats at his muscles, making them cramp and writhe, and Buck tries his best not to sob from the agony. “Buck?” Eddie calls, his voice muffled due to the door, but his worry is clear. “You okay? I heard a loud thump.” Buck stares at the door, pain racing through his body, and his mind going haywire. There are a thousand different thoughts going at mach speed in his mind—pain, fear, confusion, what is happening? am I okay? am I going to be okay?—but there’s one that feels the loudest: I want Eddie.

A sob rips from his mouth, tears skating down his face from the pain and confusion as he gropes for the door handle and pulls it open. Eddie is in front of the door, hand raised to knock again, and his face set in that familiar scrunch he gets when he’s worried. It deepens when he looks at Buck curled up against the wall, the front of his pants soaked, and a puddle in front of him. “Whoa-“ Eddie says, and he’s by Buck’s side in a moment.

There’s a hand on his shoulders, and the other laces with his flailing hand that grabs for Eddie. “Okay, okay, to the floor,” Eddie guides him down to the floor and catches him with a quick hand under his armpit when his knees buckle from the pain. “What’s going on, Buck? Talk to me.” Eddie’s eyes roam around Buck’s limp and trembling, toward the puddle in front of the sink where Buck was standing just a moment ago, and back to him.

“Hurts,” Buck groans, squeezing Eddie’s hand like a lifeline. He doesn’t know what to say other than hurts, because that’s all he can feel right now: pain. Agony. Honestly, Buck thinks this pain is on par with his leg getting crushed by a firetruck; it feels like someone is simultaneously crushing his stomach and tearing him open from the inside.

It’s pure, unadulterated agony.

Eddie’s worry only deepens on his face, and he squeezes Buck’s hand back in a soothing manner that doesn’t help all that much, but Buck appreciates the sentiment. “What hurts, Buck? Work with me here, tell me-“ Buck knows he should put his pain in more eloquent words so Eddie isn’t flying by the seat of his pants, but he can’t.

“Hurts!” Buck shouts, anger and pain roaring inside of him. His head knocks back against the wall, the dull wave of pain rolling through his skull is nothing compared to the agony tearing away at his abdominal muscles. “Eddie, Eddie, it- it hurts.” Buck sobs, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and collecting underneath his jaw. He looks at Eddie, desperation caking his voice. “Make it stop,” he cries, bottom lip wobbling. His sobs break through his lips as the agony continues, needing Eddie to figure something the fuck out because between the two of them, only one of them is EMT certified, and it isn’t Buck.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie soothes, transferring Buck’s hand to his other so he can easily cup Buck’s jaw, brush away his tears with his thumb, and make Buck look him in the eye. “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you, Buck.” Buck nods and sobs against Eddie’s palm, the pain fading slowly; it’s a slow, slow fade, but it does go away. The pain leeching from his bones and belly leaves him breathless and boneless against the wall, whimpers leaving his mouth as tears continue to roll down his face.

He takes a few glances at Eddie, and it seems Eddie has his thinking face on—the pinch between his brows growing larger, his eyes rolling up and down Buck’s body and toward the shameful puddle of maybe-maybe-not pee, assessing the problem, and trying to figure it out like Buck is a puzzle with no picture to go off of. Buck lets Eddie think, and lets him pull his hand away from his face—though he does whine at the loss—to check his pulse, and press against his belly.

Buck sobs a bit at it, pain skittering through his belly, and he wonders if his appendix is deciding today is the day it goes. Though he supposes there’d be a lot more… blood. Maybe more throwing up. Buck does feel like he wants to throw up, but not from nausea. The pain is enough for his stomach to roll, and he glances at the toilet, but he doesn’t feel like he needs to vomit.

Thank god—Buck doesn’t want his day to get any worse than it already is.

Buck groans and feels the sudden, overwhelming need to push. His hand shakes Eddie’s out of his, and he starts to push down his pants, sobs, and weak keens of agony leave his throat as he struggles. “Whoa! Buck, what are you doing?” Eddie yelps, hands hovering over him. Eddie tries to grab for his weak wrist, but Buck snaps his teeth at him, nearly biting Eddie in the jaw. Eddie jerks back, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Ne-Need’a…” Buck mumbles, mind focused solely on getting his damn pants off. They’re sticky, uncomfortable, and the wet patch leading from his crotch to his ankles is beginning to itch from where it’s sticking to his skin. He doesn’t really know what he really needs in the grand scheme of things—but who does?—but he does know he needs his goddamn pants off, and to push. Push what, or how, he doesn’t know, but there’s some alarm in his hindbrain going off that’s chanting push, push, push. He has a feeling he should listen to it.

“Pa-Pants. Off!” Buck cries and smacks Eddie’s hand before grabbing his wrist and making Eddie help him. It’s a terribly shameful shimmy out of his pants and boxers, but Eddie doesn’t say anything. His eyes say a lot, mostly what the fuck and oh my god, but Buck ignores it in favor of planting his bare butt on the cold tiles and crying. He feels like a mess, is a mess, and is currently half-naked in front of his best friend with no idea what’s going on.

“Oh, dios mio,” Eddie says after he takes a peek between his legs—what a time to check him out, Eddie, seriously…—and suddenly Eddie is gone from his side, and Buck is crying out his name and a sob. The spot beside him is devoid of his best friend, and the panic is already gripping him, wails shaking his chest from the force of them. His fingers ball up by his sides, and he grabs for a towel off the rack so he can shuffle himself onto it. Listen, the tile is cold, is hurting his ass, and he already feels miserable, okay? He wants to sit on the damn towel, cry his eyes out, and wait until Eddie gets back.

If he does come back. Oh, god, what if Eddie is gone? Oh, god, oh, god. No, no, he just got them back!

“E-Eddie,” Buck sobs, tears slipping down his face in heavy, messy rivulets. The pain is back, louder and more overwhelming than before, and between a sob, Buck shouts with a cry of vicious pain. His fingers bunch together the towel underneath him, eyes falling shut in agony. “Eddie!” He wants Eddie; he wants to hold Eddie’s hand and have him tell him that everything will be okay because Buck is convinced there’s something that is going to crawl its way out of him one way or another. Oh, god, he’s going to be a body horror scene in a B-list movie.

What is his life?!

He blinks, and the next moment, Eddie is crashing down beside him, medkit beside him, hands dripping water, and a frantic look on his face. “Buck,” Eddie says slowly, swallowing thickly and loudly; it’s so loud that Buck can hear the way Eddie’s clicks from the swallow. “I know what’s going on with you,” Eddie’s voice is practied, that same soothing drawl he uses with patients. Buck isn’t a patient; he’s his best friend, damnit! Buck sobs and grabs hold of Eddie’s shirt to shake the brunet weakly, but through the pain searing through his body, he can’t muster the strength to.

“Jus’- tell me! Am I dying?!” Buck sobs, unable to get a hold of his emotions. He feels all over the place, but the one constant is pain.

Well, there are two constants: pain and Eddie. He’s ignoring the fact that Eddie left his side for however long—it could’ve been a minute or ten, Buck has no idea, and his concept of time has gone out the window—and he forgives Eddie for that. He’ll always forgive Eddie. He loves Eddie so, so much, and he loves Chris, and, god, he is in so much pain.

He is so dying, isn’t he?

Eddie shuffles at his side, wincing slightly as he flicks droplets of water off his hands, and dries them on the towel he’s sitting on. Buck almost protests because, get your own towel, that’s his, but it’s Eddie, so he doesn’t. Instead, he glares weakly at Eddie, an eyebrow raised—or… he hopes it’s raised, everything feels a bit slack and numb, and like he’s not in control of his own body—and ready for whatever Eddie is going to tell him. “Well,” Eddie starts, stops, and then forces the words out of his mouth at Buck’s harsher glare. “You’re pregnant, and currently in labor, Buck. That pain? Those are contractions, and that puddle is from your water breaking.” Oh, so Buck wasn’t prepared. Because… what?!

“Huh?” Buck shouts, and then shouts again when the need to push burns through him again. Oh, so that sensation makes a lot more sense now. “I-I’m… huh?” Buck whimpers, hoping Eddie will come out and say haha, all a joke! your appendix actually ruptured, and I need to get you to the hospital lest you die of sepsis! But, no… Eddie isn’t saying anything. Instead, he’s grabbing every towel they have off the rack, and even the nice ones Buck keeps in a basket for after especially grueling shifts. Buck groans, a protest on his lips, and he voices it. “H-Hey, those a-are my nice towels,” Buck sniffles, groping the air weakly in the general direction of Eddie.

Eddie gives him a look, making Buck’s bottom lip wobble. “Buck, you’re about to push out a baby. Do you really care about the towels?” Buck opens his mouth, thinks about it, and shakes his head no. Because if he is pregnant—which he’s still dubious about, because, seriously?! No pregnancy symptoms here!—and is about to push a baby out, then he wants his nice towels goddamnit. “Thought so,” Eddie mumbles, and sets the towels down next to him, and settles himself between Buck’s legs.

Eddie picks up each legs and sets one of his nicer, soft, and thick towels underneath him, and Buck braces his feet on the tile floor, and uses the wall behind him to pick his hips up with a great amount of effort so Eddie can slide it under his butt, and give him a little more cushion under his aching hips, and ass. “Okay, Buck,” Eddie murmurs, helping him adjust until the pain in his lips lessens slightly. Eddie’s hands are warm as they rest on his knees, looking every bit the firefighter-paramedic Buck knows him to be. “Push when you need to, okay? Listen to your body, and trust it. You’ve got this.”

“I don’!” Buck sobs, shaking his head as he trembles. He’s about to push a whole-ass baby out of him! He does not have this! He’s delivered his fair share of babies, has his hand squeezed to the point of near-fracture by laboring moms, and has watched life begin between his very eyes without batting an eye, but now he has to do it?! Hell no! No! He’s not doing this, he is not. He is not strong enough to do this, and he isn’t all that thrilled about pushing out a baby that he didn’t even know existed an hour ago. “Eddie, I-I can’t do this, oh, g-god, I can’t.” Buck shakes his head vehemently, head knocking against the wall, and sobs shaking his entire chest with the force of them.

“Well, Buck… You have to do it, you can’t get out of this,” Eddie says and pats his knee. “You’ve seen this done a dozen times, and I know it’s not the same when it’s happening to you,” Eddie quiets his protest before it can even leave his mouth, “but you have to. You’re strong enough, and I know you can do this. I’ll be here every step of the way, okay? Now push,” Eddie barks, voice edging into Staff Sergeant Diaz territory, and… phew, wrong time, Buck.

Wrong time.

But Buck does as Eddie tells him to; Eddie hasn’t led him astray before, and he doesn’t think in the peak of labor—because Buck is pregnant!! And in labor!!—that Eddie would lead him down the wrong path. So, Buck pushes. He grits his teeth, works his jaw, and pushes. The scream that pushes against his teeth as he bears down is primal, coming from somewhere deep inside of him as the pain tears through him.

He almost wants to say, nope! tried it, can’t do it, don’t wanna! but he’s in too deep, and… christ, he can feel the baby moving. The baby. That’s inside of him. That he’s been secretly cooking inside of him for nine months without any knowledge of it; Buck’s seen cryptic pregnancies that started with horrible stomach pains that needed medical attention and a possible transport to the hospital if things got worse, that ended up with a poor lady pushing out a baby in her living room, or in the rig.

Buck never thought it’d happen to him, though! Oddly enough, it’s on par for his brand of bullshit luck.

Buck pushes with all of his might, and a little more. He crushes the fabric of his nice towels in his hands, cries out, and keeps pushing. Eddie is bent between his legs, hands close to his crotch, ready to catch the baby Buck is pushing out of his body. God, he can’t think about it, or else he’ll start screaming his head off.

The last thing he needs to do is get a noise complaint from a neighbor, or make someone think he’s getting murdered from screaming so much.

“That’s it, Buck,” Eddie murmurs. Buck whines, head knocking back against the wall; his breath comes out in tight heaves, and he feels like there is a tight, leather band around his chest, constricting his breathing. “I see the head,” Eddie says, voice tight with a wavering elation and professionalism. It would make Buck laugh if he weren’t currently freaking out and in a terrible amount of pain.

“O-Oh, god…” Buck wheezes, shaking his head frantically. Instead of looking between his legs, he keeps his eyes trained on Eddie; he watches sweat bead on Eddie’s forehead and slide down his temples, he takes in the sharp determination and concentration on Eddie’s face, and he listens to Eddie’s mindless you got thiss and keep going, Buck for some added strength. “This ffu-cking ssuuucks!” Buck cries, fingers trembling in tight fists, sweat pooling in spots that it should not pool in, and body trembling with pain.

“I’m sure it does, Buck. But it’ll be over soon, keep pushing,” Eddie says, voice calm, and Buck cries hard. He wants to smack Eddie because he is pushing, damnit! However, he doesn’t even think he could muster the strength or focus to unlatch his hands from his nice, fluffy towel to do so, so all he can do is cry, sob, and curse Eddie in his head. “That’s it! You’re so close, just one more push.”

Buck pants harshly, licking his dry lips, and grimacing when he tastes the sweat beading at the corners of his mouth. He’s absolutely soaked, and his shirt is sticking to him in ways it shouldn’t, and he’s pushing out a baby, and he’s… he’s so fucking close. Just one more push. Buck breathes in hard, grits his teeth, and pushes. The feeling washes over him, pain and static numbness, and Buck suddenly feels free.

There’s a moment of complete silence in the bathroom, with nothing but Buck’s shuddery pants and the hum of the lightbulb before it’s shattered by a wail so loud it hurts Buck’s ears, and bounces off the walls. Buck sobs, too, because holy shit, he just gave birth. Eddie is holding his baby. There’s a look of shock on Eddie’s face as he holds the fat—holy christ, he pushed that out?!—squealing baby, cradling slippery skin and flailing limbs. “It’s a girl,” Eddie breathes, and Buck cries a little more. He’s always wanted a girl—a girl and a boy, the perfect little family. He has no idea how his baby girl came to be, but Buck isn’t going to dwell on it.

His body slides down the wall a little more, limbs trembling with the aftershocks as he stares at the baby in Eddie’s hands. She’s brick-red and has a tiny slick of dark brown hair on her gigantic head. Buck loves her already. Eddie continues to stare at Buck’s baby, shock present on his face, and then those dark chocolate eyes look at Buck. Buck raises an eyebrow, a question in his gaze, because… why is Eddie looking at him like that?

“Buck,” Eddie says, and coughs as he grabs one of his nice towels to start cleaning off Buck’s baby girl. Eddie wipes her down with deft ease, cradles her head as he places her in a little circle he created with the towel, and grabs a pair of clamps out of his medkit, and a pair of medical scissors. “I think…” Eddie starts, then shakes his head. Buck is too out of it to really care about anything other than watching Eddie clamp the umbilical cord, snip it, and bundle his huffing and crying baby girl in a new, clean, fluffy towel.

“Huh?” Buck asks, wanting Eddie to get on with it, spit it out, and just… say whatever is on his mind. He watches Eddie heft Buck’s chunky baby into his arms, cradling her close, and gaze at her. There’s something in his gaze that makes Buck feel warm inside; he has to bite his lower lip to keep it from wobbling, so utterly out of it, confused, and struck with so much love for the chubby baby that has somehow managed to hide for nine full months inside of him.

“I… Buck, this baby looks, well. I don’t want to get presumptuous here, but… this baby is a carbon copy of me,” Eddie rasps, his voice low, and Buck can hear a slight tremble in it. Buck blinks, and then blinks again, because, what? Before he can open his mouth, Eddie brings Buck’s baby girl up to his face, and… huh. She’s got Eddie’s exact same beauty mark under his left eye, his exact eyes—dark chocolate—and now that she’s no longer brick red, Buck can see she has nearly the same complexion as Eddie.

A carbon copy. Of his best friend. Who Buck has absolutely no recollection of having sex with.

“Huh,” Buck whispers faintly, staring at Eddie and the carbon copy in his arms. “Huh,” Buck muses, and decides he’s had enough of Eddie holding his daughter—their daughter? He holds his arms out, makes weak grabby hands for the not-so-tiny tiny bundle in Eddie’s arms, and happily envelops her in his arms when Eddie passes his daughter over to him without any fuss.

Buck gazes at her, takes in the near-identical baby to his best friend in his arms—and he’s seen Eddie’s baby photos, and Eddie might’ve been a little less chubby as a baby, but they look exactly the same—and loves her all the same. He can see Eddie moving around, but all he cares about is staring at chubby cheeks, tan skin, and sleepy chocolate eyes staring up at him through thick, pitch-black lashes. Wow, she really does look like Eddie. The more Buck stares, the more he sees Eddie in the baby he just gave birth to.

Eddie collapses next to him, staring at the bundle in his arms, and Buck adjusts her so Eddie can see her. Eddie looks at her the same way he looks at Chris: with love. Of course, shock still creases his eyes and shows in his gaze, but the love in Eddie’s eyes makes him breathe a little easier. “How did…” this happen? Eddie trails off, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “I mean, I feel like I’d remember having sex with you, Buck.”

Buck snorts at Eddie’s flat tone and winces when pain slithers through his weak body. “Same here,” Buck mumbles, and slides a bit to the side so he can lean against Eddie. He’s exhausted and has a lot more respect for the women he’s helped through labor and the birthing process. He can also firmly say that this pain is so much worse than getting his leg crushed by a firetruck; at least back then, he got morphine, and the shock and adrenaline muffled a lot of it. “I don’t… I don’t think she looks premature,” Buck mumbles. He takes in his daughter, who has rolls; a lot of them. They’re cute, and Buck has the distinct urge to nibble at her chubby cheeks and pudgy fingers curled into fists as she sleeps tucked against his body. “So… that’s, what… nine months? Full term?”

“I left nine months ago,” Eddie says, and they both wince at the reminder of Eddie leaving for Texas. It had been a hard time for both of them, with Buck losing some of his soul when Eddie drove off, and Eddie losing direct access to his support system; there’s only so much one can do over the phone. “And… dios, we got smashed a few days before we left. I still remember that hangover. I’m pretty sure I was still feeling it when I left.” Buck blinks, reminded of the terrible hangover that absolutely wrecked him for a few days as well. It didn’t help that he drank a few more times—though in extreme moderation—after Eddie left, and he felt like he had a perpetual hangover for a week.

But… if that night they did have sex, that would explain all the joint pain Buck felt in the morning. He thought it might’ve been because of his odd sleeping position, or something, but not sex!

“That explains why my hips hurt,” Buck mumbles, and Eddie jerks beside him. He nearly dislodges Buck from where he’s leaning against Eddie’s shoulder, but the brunet catches him and returns to holding up Buck’s body with his. He’s so tired that the only energy he can muster is holding his baby girl.

“Buck!” Eddie yelps, looking at him in shock. “Why didn’t you mention that in the morning?” Eddie asks, and Buck flushes slightly, opening his mouth, closing it, and then opening it once more to come to his own defense.

“Well, it’s not something that I could really slip into conversation casually! We were both zombies and didn’t wake up until noon, and I couldn’t say huh, my hips hurt, reminds me of the soreness I’d feel after I got fucked especially hard! No! I could not say that, Eddie, oh, my god.” Buck’s breath comes out in harsh puffs, and his darling baby girl, who has done nothing wrong—except for hiding herself for nine months and making Buck give birth on the bathroom floor—wriggles and groans after Buck jostled her by accident. Buck rocks her in his arms softly, shushing and humming one of the few lullabies he remembers from his childhood—mostly the ones he used to hear his Mom or Dad hum to Maddie when she had a bad day.

She settles after a minute of humming, and Buck breathes a little sigh of relief. He has absolutely no idea how to care for a newborn—sure, he knows the protocols and has done it a few times for short periods, but… Buck has no idea how he’s going to do this in the long term. They literally have zero newborn items in the house, and the only baby items Buck has are the few diapers and a baby rattle for his adorable nephew.

Other than that? Nada!

“I… see your point,” Eddie says, and Buck chances a look at him. There’s a pinched look on his face that Eddie scrubs away with damp hands that smell like their hand soap. He must’ve washed his hands while Buck was out of it, happy to get lost in staring at his beautiful daughter. “Christ, we have a baby together. Another kid together,” Buck jerks slightly, breath hitching, because oh. They do. They have two kids together, because Chris is his. He’s been in Chris’ life for so long, and privately thought of the kid as more than his best friend’s son, but hearing Eddie say it… “Christ, we have no baby items in this house. Shit, how are we gonna care for her? Dios mio, what are you going to name her?”

Buck blinks. “You mean what are we going to name her?” Buck asks, raising an eyebrow at Eddie; Eddie blinks back, shock washing over his face. Seriously, the guy just said we have another kid together, does he really think Buck is going to deny him the ability to weigh in on naming their kid?

“Eddie, this is our daughter. She came to us by… a lot of tequila, but she’s ours, and I’m not going to ice you out of the naming process. She’s yours just as much as she’s mine… might be a little more yours, because apparently my body said let’s make a carbon copy of our best friend and leave all of our DNA out of the process!” Eddie barks a surprised laugh, shaking his head, and snickering at Buck’s drawled complaint. Seriously, she looks exactly like Eddie. Could his DNA have at least tried a bit?

“We’ll have to figure a name out together, then. But first, she needs supplies, and at least a bassinet. I don’t think making a nest full of pillows is exactly the safest thing for her.” Eddie shakes his head and carefully gets off the floor. Buck watches him stretch and groan when his back pops. “I’m going to grab my phone and text everyone to see if they can get us some supplies. I’m also going to get you some water, and get a change of clothes so we can get you cleaned up and somewhere comfier than the bathroom floor,” Eddie pets his head, running his fingers through sweaty curls. Buck groans an affirmative; he hadn’t been thinking about it before, but now that he is, his ass hurts. This floor is so uncomfortable, and he wants off it—even the fluffy towel he’s sitting on doesn’t help.

He also wants to be dressed from the waist down again.

Eddie smiles at him and shuffles out of the bathroom to grab his phone and get Buck something to drink. God, he wants water so badly. He didn’t even realize how parched he was until Eddie mentioned water. It feels as if his entire body has been wrung dry of water, and considering how much sweat is on his body, he wouldn’t be surprised that that statement is somewhat true.

Eddie makes quick work of getting everything he needs, and he deposits a cracked-open water bottle in Buck’s hand with the firm command of small sips before ducking out of the bathroom again to get Buck a change of clothes. He also wouldn’t be surprised if Eddie grabbed himself a change of clothes as well.

Buck dutifully takes small sips of the ice-cold water, groaning softly as it slips down his throat and soothes his dry mouth. He continues to sip on it until it’s completely gone, and he tosses the bottle off to the side, uncaring where it lands. They’ll clean everything up later when everything and everyone has been settled, and Buck isn’t half-naked and covered in a multitude of different fluids that he doesn’t even want to think about.

“Okay,” Eddie says as he slips into the bathroom, still in the same outfit, but Buck sees two different pairs of clothes in his arms that he sets on the closed toilet seat. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.” Buck nods, too tired for words, and yawns softly. He lets Eddie do all the work and moves his body the way Eddie asks him to. Unfortunately, he doesn’t think that a couple of washes will get all the birth fluid out of his nice towels, so they go into the black garbage bag that Eddie pulls from somewhere. He does complain about it, but Eddie soothes him with a simple, “I’ll buy you more.”

It’s good enough for him.

Eddie wipes him down with a warm, damp rag, and Buck barely blushes when Eddie cleans his crotch and inner thighs before the wet rag is discarded in the garbage bag. “Boxers, then sweats? Or, we can skip the pants, and I’ll grab you a blanket to keep you warm.” Buck ponders on it as Eddie shimmies boxers up his long, trembling legs, and he musters the strength to raise his aching hips and sore ass so Eddie can wiggle them into place.

“Blanket,” Buck groans, “No pants. Even the boxers hurt my belly a bit,” Buck mumbles as he tugs down the waistband until it no longer hurts. “N’ get me outta this damn shirt,” Buck groans even louder, realizing he’ll need to put his daughter down to get out of his soaked-through shirt. The dark grey fabric clings to him uncomfortably, and Buck grimaces when he remembers this is supposed to be a light grey shirt.

“Hand me her so you can get out of it,” Eddie says, and opens his arms so Buck can transfer their daughter into his awaiting hands. Buck pouts when her warm, soothing weight leaves his arms, but he doesn’t bother sulking about it because he’ll have her back in his arms in a few minutes, and he can finally get out of this damn shirt.

It takes some graceless wiggling and Eddie’s help to finally tug the damn thing off his body, but it feels so good to have the cool air on his sweaty skin. Eddie hands him a wet rag, and Buck sops up the sweat and scrubs at his chest until the feeling of gross dims. He’ll need a shower at some point, but even looking in the direction of it exhausts Buck.

Once he’s no longer soaked in sweat, Eddie hands him one of his button-up flannels. He raises an eyebrow at the shirt choice, but Eddie explains away his confusion. “So you stay covered, and for ease of breastfeeding whenever this sweet girl gets hungry,” Eddie points to their sweet daughter, who is currently dead asleep in Eddie’s arms, a peaceful look on her pudgy face.

“…breastfeed?” Buck says, raising an eyebrow at Eddie. “Uhm, Eddie, I know I just pushed a baby out of me, but I am a man. Pretty sure I can’t breastfeed,” Buck looks at Eddie wearily, wondering if he’s gone crazy. They’ll need to ask someone to pick up formula for their daughter so she doesn’t go hungry.

“Buck, I don’t know if you’re too tired to realize, but you’ve been dripping milk since you took your shirt off,” Eddie says, and points to his chest. Buck’s head drops down, chin digging into his chest to stare at his pecs, and… well, would you look at that. He is dripping milk; tiny, pearlescent droplets bead at the tips of his nipples, and drool down his pecs.

“Oh,” Buck says, “Never mind, then.” Buck wipes up the milk with the wet rag and quietly slips the flannel on, not bothering to button it up. “Okay, get me off this floor,” Buck groans, and waits for Eddie to stand, secure their daughter in the crook of one of his big arms—and they are big—and hold a hand out for Buck to take. It takes a lot of tugging from Eddie to get Buck off the floor, and he stumbles into Eddie. Thankfully, Eddie’s arm encircles his waist and holds him steady when he wobbles. He feels like a fawn having to understand how legs work.

“Good?” Eddie asks, his voice right against Buck’s ear. Buck groans, allowing himself a minute of soaking in Eddie’s warmth, and waiting for the shaking in his thighs to subside enough for him to feel slightly confident that his legs won’t buckle under him when he takes a step. Buck nods into Eddie’s shoulder and then pulls away slightly so he can stand side-by-side with Eddie, and let the man hold him up by the waist so they can walk to the living room. “One at a time, Buck. Just one at a time,” Eddie murmurs, his thumb making languid shapes in his side from where his hand is resting. “There you go,” Eddie praises, and Buck feels warm inside as they take slow, slow steps to the living room.

On the couch is a large comforter, a few of the thicker pillows from the linen closet, and a few towels stacked on the coffee table. Buck sinks into the couch with a groan, silently thanking his past self for choosing a leather couch. It’ll be so much easier to clean compared to Eddie’s fabric couch, which is sitting in storage for right now. Eddie helps him get comfortable, putting pillows behind his sore back and draping two blankets over his lap. He does this all with their daughter tightly clutched to his chest in one arm, never letting her wiggle or shift in his hold. It’s hotter than it should be, but Eddie has always looked hot while being competent and caring.

Once Buck is all comfortable on the couch, Eddie murmurs, “Here she comes,” before handing their daughter over. She fits perfectly on his chest, and Buck sniffles slightly as her chubby cheek smushes against his bare chest, pudgy fists relaxing until her baby-soft palms press against his skin. She sleeps peacefully, thick lashes flutter, and the slick of dark brown hair on her head is starting to puff up as it dries. She looks like she has a really, really bad mohawk. Or like one of the truffula trees from The Lorax. It’s adorable.

After their daughter settles on Buck’s chest—because they have a daughter together, holy shit—Eddie hands Buck his phone. Then, Eddie sits down, lifts Buck’s legs up, and deposits them into his lap while adjusting the blankets so they cover some of Eddie’s lap and Buck’s cold feet. It’s so domestic, and the way Eddie just… did it so easily makes Buck stutter in his chest, and a blush rise to his cheeks. “Okay,” Eddie says, and pats his ankle, then starts rubbing at it softly. “Let’s drop a bomb on everyone and ask for some baby supplies. I know Chris’ crib is in storage, but I am not leaving you alone for however long it takes me to dig it out, clean it off, and transport it here.”

Even the thought of Eddie leaving for more than five minutes is enough to make his throat constrict. “I don’ wan you to leave,” Buck huffs and tries to ignore the hitch in his breath. Eddie squeezes his ankle and tugs Buck’s gaze to him.

“Then I won’t. We’ll ask our family to get everything, and I won’t leave your side, Buck. Promise,” Eddie smiles, and squeezes Buck’s hand when he reaches out for Eddie. Eddie tangles their fingers together, squeezes his hand, and then drops it so he can text the group chat. Before Eddie even taps on his phone, he freezes. “We should bring Chris home. Or should we leave him at Hen and Karen’s for the night so he isn’t awoken by a squealing newborn throughout the night?”

Buck opens his mouth to respond, then shuts it to think about it a little longer. He wants Chris home so he can meet his baby sister, but also… Buck doesn’t think Chris should be here for at least tonight, so they can settle in, get his baby sister and all her needs sorted, so Chris doesn’t have to live through the chaos that will likely run into tomorrow morning. “I think he should stay at Hen and Karen’s for the night. The house is a mess, and will probably be even worse once we get everything for our daughter here, and I don’t want to cut his sleepover with Harry and Denny short.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. Now, let’s text everyone before the stores close,” Eddie squeezes his ankle one last time before he starts tapping away on his phone. Buck opens his own phone, holding it in his right hand while his left rests under their daughter’s butt, keeping her from sliding down his chest.

-

Firefam

Eddie: I need a big favor from everyone. This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but we need newborn supplies: crib, clothes, diapers, wipes, everything. I will pay you all back, but I can’t get this stuff myself.

Hen: WHAT?

Athena: Eddie, are you alright? Bobby and I are in the car now. Is there a second Diaz that we need to meet?

Chim: ??????
WHAT?
Eddie
Did you get a girl pregnant??

Buck lol no he got me pregnant
Just gave birth on my bathroom floor
#surprise

Chim: WHAT?????????????

Hen: Excuse me
???
I’m going to need you to elaborate on that buck

Buck: uhm
idk how much more I can elaborate on w/ that

Maddie: EVAN BUCKLEY WHAT DO YOU MEAN???????
You just gave BIRTH?! And when did you and Eddie get together?! Have you been hiding this from me?!???
Answer me!!!

-

Buck looks up at Eddie, who is staring at him, eyebrow raised. “Uh… are we together?” Buck asks tentatively, all of a sudden feeling very shy. Seriously, Eddie just helped deliver their daughter, and Buck literally pushed a baby out in front of the guy. He isn’t sure why he’s feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Buck, you just had my baby. What do you think, amor?” Eddie drawls, but the pet name has Buck shuddering, a blush rising on his cheeks. Eddie’s smug little grin makes Buck huff, ducking his head to stare at his vibrating phone to reply.

-

Bobby: This is Bobby. I am on the way to the store with Athena. We’ll get everything you need - Bobby Nash
Buck, please let me know if you need anything, too. - Bobby Nash
Sent with Siri

Hen: uhm. Hello? Buck you just gave birth??? Elaborate more on you being pregnant?! Are you okay?!
I didn’t even know you were pregnant!
Where did they go

Chim: they’re either arguing or making out
Maybe
HELLOOOOOO????

Maddie: im freaking out. Chim we need to go to the store to get everything Bobby and Athena cant.
Lets go now

Chim: yes maam

Buck: sorry bout that. uhh got together like. idk. 20 minutes ago?
and yes im fine but I have a new respect for people who give birth. Shit was hard. 0 outta 10 dont recommend.
also didknt know I was pregnant until I was literally in labor sooooo . theres that

Eddie: I checked him over, and he’s all fine; our daughter is, too. Neither of us knew he was pregnant, and I don’t think he’d keep that from all of us for this long.

Athena: Cryptic pregnancy?

Buck: yuppers
cuz I can assure u I had NO idea I was pregnant until my water broke and I thought I peed myself for a second
not my finest moment

Chim: are we gonna ignore how theyre skipping over how they somehow procreated

Buck: well.
lets just say a whole bottle of tequila between the two of us had some part in it

Eddie: All I remember about that night is doing back to back… to back shots, and then the hangover in the morning.

Buck: same

Chim: dear god
Wait does that mean you two fucked before eddie left for texas?????? GUYS

Buck: again.
LOTTA tequila

Eddie: Yep. Trust me, if I had remembered that night, this whole thing would have gone a lot differently.

Athena: Damn right it should’ve. Bobby and I are close to the store, and should be there in about ten minutes. Five if I can convince Bobby to speed.
Also, Buck, baby, I’m so proud of you; despite the cryptic pregnancy, you did an amazing job. You, too, Eddie. Let Bobby and me know if either of you would like something from the store other than baby supplies.

Buck: thank u athena :-) some gatorade would be nice
the yellow one for me and red for eddie

Athena: Noted it down.

Karen: Cryptic pregnancy… such a scary thought! I’m glad you and your daughter are okay, Buck! Let Hen and I know if we need to have Chris over for a few more days, we’ll happily house him. He, Denny, and Harry are asleep already.

Eddie: Thank you, Karen. If you could bring Chris over whenever he wakes up, that’d be great; we would have him come back now, but we want to get our daughter settled in first before we drop the bomb that Chris has a new baby sister on him.

Karen: We’ll do that! We’ll let you two tell Chris the news, too.

Buck: thank you karen :-) and thank u hen!
we are all okay, too. maybe not my bathroom… but damn. i had big baby
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I cannot believe that I housed this chonker for nine months and had literally no idea abt it.

Chim: holy shit buck.
Respect. that baby is gigantic. she is absolutely adorable though!

Buck: ikr? still cant believe she hid away with all that chunk
was #notfun pushing her out tho…. ugh

Athena: You did good, baby. Bobby and I are at the store now, and picking up everything you need. Chimney, we’ll text you whatever we can’t find. But doubles are never a bad thing.
Oh, and Eddie? Don’t worry about paying us back; you both have a newborn to take care of. A little extra cash in the bank will go a long way.

Eddie: Are you sure, Athena?

Athena: Yes. You’re family, and family helps family. No paying us back, or we’ll just send back it and more.

Maddie: we are at the store. we’re picking up some stuff for the baby and buck
Also buck, your daughter is adorable! I can’t wait to meet my niece
oh my god im an aunt

Chim: why is maddie crying in the produce aisle
oh nvm I see
we’ll be there soon with stuff, let me know what you don’t get Athena

-

Eddie breathes out slowly, and Buck mirrors it. He sets his phone down on his lap and cradles his daughter close, who hasn’t stirred one bit. If Buck couldn’t feel her heartbeat and her soft breaths wafting against his chest, he’d almost think she wasn’t real, just a little doll on his chest. Buck trails his fingers through the tiny tuft of brunette hair on her head, feeling the softness. “I still can’t believe I had no idea I was pregnant up until I pushed a baby out of me,” Buck mutters, still in disbelief. The shock has subsided, and Buck’s heart eagerly made room for his daughter to nestle where the Diazes live in his heart and soul. She’s so perfect, beautiful, and theirs. “No symptoms, no weight gain, nothing…”

“I can’t believe it, either. The only symptom I can think of is you being extra cold, but that’s it. I didn’t suspect a damn thing, and neither did you or anyone else,” Eddie sighs, fingers pinching his nose. “I can’t believe I missed you being pregnant when I checked you out.” Buck snorts softly, yawning and shaking his head in amusement.

“I can’t believe I missed me being pregnant for nine months. Seriously, don’t beat yourself up over it, Eds. If I couldn’t realize that I was pregnant while literally growing another human being in my body, then I don’t think you could’ve realized it, either.” Buck smiles at Eddie and knocks his foot against Eddie’s stomach softly to get the man out of his head.

“It’s on nobody for missing it, seriously. On the list of things that could’ve been wrong with me, I didn’t even think of pregnancy, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t either. Before that night, I hadn’t had sex in a few months since… him, so I didn’t even think about it.” Buck doesn’t even want to utter his ex’s name, and from the way Eddie’s eyes darken at the mere mention of him, it seems that Eddie is on board with banning the name from the house.

Like Voldemort.

“Well, can’t change the past. And I think we got a pretty cute baby out of it,” Eddie smiles and shuffles closer so he can lean over and press a kiss against the back of their daughter’s head.

“You say that because she looks exactly like you when you were a baby,” Buck rolls his eyes and grins sleepily at Eddie’s affronted noise. Pulling back, Eddie glares at him, a teasing glint in his dark chocolate eyes.

“Excuse you, I was an adorable baby.” Eddie huffs, leaning closer to Buck. He looms over their daughter, but Buck trusts Eddie not to crush their baby. Buck’s lashes flutter when their noses brush, and he hums in the back of his throat, tired and happy to bask in Eddie’s warmth that the man radiates like a damn furnace.

“You were, but our daughter is cuter,” Buck whispers, leaning closer to Eddie. Eddie’s dark chocolate eyes pulse as his pupils grow slightly, and Buck smiles sweetly. “I think we made a pretty cute baby.”

“I have to agree,” Eddie whispers against his lips, and Buck shivers. They’re so close, their breath fans against each other’s lips, and the tension is palpable in the dimly lit living room. Buck wants; he wants a lot of things, but he wants Eddie. Eddie seems to read his mind; his eyes flick down to Buck’s lips, and then skirk back up to his eyes. There’s a silent question in warm eyes, and Buck nods to answer it.

Eddie kisses him.

There’s no tequila to make him forget this kiss, and it’s perfect. Buck would’ve liked to have kissed Eddie in a different scenario—maybe one with less suddenly going into labor, and oh, pushing out a baby!—but they’ve never done anything the right way. Buck sighs into the kiss, savoring Eddie’s lips on his, and lets his eyes flutter shut. It’s so perfect, and Buck never wants it to end.

Unfortunately, the yawn that cracks his jaw open ends it for him. He yawns in Eddie’s face and tips his head away with a groan. Eddie raises an eyebrow at him and huffs an amused sound at Buck’s half-hearted glare. “You push a baby out suddenly and see how energized you are after,” Buck grumbles, adjusting his daughter on his chest, and yawning again. This time, he manages to cover his mouth and not yawn in Eddie’s face.

“I didn’t say anything,” Eddie defends himself with a smile on his face. “But why don’t you rest for a bit? I’m sure it’ll take everyone at least an hour to get here. I’ll field the calls and take care of our daughter while you nap for a bit,” Eddie offers up the prospect of shutting his eyes for a while, and Buck takes it.

“Yes, please,” Buck isn’t even ashamed to say he whines. He does. He goddamn whines because he just gave birth, and he is tired! “Here, take her,” Buck mumbles, eyes already starting to drift shut. At the mention of sleeping, it seems like his body is attempting to finally shut off.

“Oh, come here, princesa,” Eddie coos as he takes their sleeping daughter into his arms, and moves over a cushion so Buck can slide down so he’s laying down fully. He keeps his legs in Eddie’s lap as the brunet moves to rest in the corner of the couch, mirroring Buck’s position he had just been in a moment ago: slouched a bit, holding their daughter against his chest, and with his forearm braced under her butt to keep her from sliding down his chest.

Eddie looks very handsome holding their daughter and whispering soft words in Spanish—they might be Spanish, they might be English; Buck isn’t too sure, because he can barely focus on anything but sleep right now—against her forehead and kissing along the crown of her head. “Sleep, Buck, I’ve got her. And I’ve got you,” Buck moans in pure relief when his head is cushioned by the pillow he had behind his back, and Eddie adjusts the blankets on his legs to keep them covered.

Buck is asleep a moment later, not even worrying about their daughter; he trusts Eddie completely and knows their daughter is in good hands. He can rest for as long as it takes for Maddie, Chimney, Bobby, and Athena to get here with all the stuff for their daughter in tow, and recoup some energy.

Buck sleeps hard.

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“Come in, Buck’s asleep,” Eddie whispers as he opens the front door. Maddie, Chimney, Athena, and Bobby all arrived within minutes of each other, carrying as many bags and boxes as they could between the four of them. “Be as quiet as you can, please. He’s had a rough few hours,” Eddie murmurs and steps aside to let the four in. Athena leads them in, cooing a soft hello at his daughter from where she rests swaddled in his arms in Buck’s remaining fluffy towel before she heads toward the kitchen to unload the ten or so grocery bags in her hands.

Maddie’s eyes are red-rimmed as she comes into the house, carrying a few bags and a basket full of chocolate and candy that he knows Buck will enjoy; she has to bite down a sob at the sight of her niece in Eddie’s arms. Eddie doesn’t blame her; he feels the exact same way. Despite the fact that he went into this day without knowing there’d be a new addition to their family, he’s rolling with the punches. It’s all he can do.

Chimney stops and stares at his daughter with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Eddie has to bite down a snicker of amusement at Chim’s face, not wanting to wake Buck up. Chimney is holding a large box under his arm and a few grocery bags, and he walks off to deposit them in the kitchen. He leaves the large box resting against the hallway, and Eddie realizes it’s a crib.

Bobby brings up the end, holding the most grocery bags out of them all. He stops in front of Eddie after Eddie closes the front door, staring at his and Buck’s daughter with a wide-eyed look on his face. “She looks just like you,” Bobby whispers, awe coating his face. “How is Buck?”

“Buck joked that his DNA didn’t do a thing,” Eddie whispers back to Bobby, who shakes his head in amusement. “Buck’s okay, just really tired. Knocked out as soon as he was horizontal, and his head hit the pillow. Despite how big she is, I couldn’t feel or find any tears or damage. Labor was quick, thirty minutes at most… if that,” Eddie walks silently alongside Bobby, guiding him to the kitchen where Athena and Chimney are stocking the fridge. Maddie is sorting out an abundance of baby clothes, diapers, and a few medical supplies they’ll need. “It was very sudden.”

“I can tell,” Bobby murmurs, and deposits his bags onto the kitchen counter and wherever else he can place them. There’s not much space with all the stuff they brought. “I doubt either of you will be up for cooking for a long while, so let me know what you and Buck would like, and Athena and I will prepare it for you. We got a lot of snacks and things recommended for after birth for Buck.”

“Thank you guys, I mean it,” Eddie whispers and shuffles over to where Maddie is. She gazes at his daughter with wide, awe-filled eyes that grow glossy the longer she stares at her. “Wanna help me get her out of this towel?” Eddie grins, and Maddie nods rapidly. Eddie hasn’t changed a baby in a long time, and it’s been nearly a decade and a half since he had a newborn in his home, but he remembers the movements.

His daughter barely stirs as he gets her fitted into a diaper that isn’t even meant for a newborn—dios, he is still so damn surprised that Buck had no idea he was pregnant with how chubby his daughter is. She had to be at least ten pounds. Then, they get her fitted into a white onesie that has pink teddy bears and pale yellow ducks on it.

Maddie is the one to wrap her in a soft blanket and tuck her in securely before Eddie sweeps her back into his arms and carries her over to the living room to check on Buck. He’s still fast asleep, the lamp casting warm light on his slack face. He’s flush with color and has a little glow to his skin as he sleeps. Eddie soaks in his sleeping form for a moment before Maddie comes up next to him to peer at her little brother. “I’ll stay and watch him while you help Athena, Chimeny, and Bobby set everything up in your bedroom, if you’d like?” Maddie offers, and Eddie takes her up on it.

“Thank you. Let me know if he wakes up, okay?” Eddie asks, and when Maddie nods, he slips back into the kitchen and down the hallway. Athena and Bobby are already in his bedroom, and Chimney falls into step beside him while lugging a few of the grocery bags full of baby clothes and supplies to his and Buck’s bedroom.

When Eddie steps into the bedroom, Athena and Bobby are already halfway through putting together the sturdy wooden crib. Athena is whispering instructions to herself and Bobby as they place slats in their proper places and start to screw in the panels a moment later. Eddie takes the time to skirt around them, sit down, and stare at his daughter. She’s awake, staring up at him through thick black lashes with the same eyes that Eddie is staring down at her with. She’s gorgeous, and Eddie can’t put his thoughts into words; all he knows is that he’s grateful for the addition to their little family, a bit freaked out about how quickly this night changed, and shocked that he didn’t remember him and Buck having sex—unprotected sex, at that.

Enough of it to result in the bundle of sleepy baby resting in his arms.

Eddie doesn’t know how to explain this to Chris, but that’ll be a thing for Eddie to tackle later. Right now, he’s staring at his daughter, who is looking back at him, listening to Athena and Bobby whisper-bicker about the crib instructions, and hearing Chim hum to himself as he folds baby clothes and organizes the top of his dresser with baby supplies.

Fifteen minutes later, Athena and Bobby have the crib put together, and Eddie gently deposits their daughter into it. She doesn’t stir and falls asleep after a minute of all four of them staring at her. “She’s gorgeous, Eddie,” Athena whispers and pats him on the back softly. “Let us know if you need anything, alright? You and Buck have a whole support system behind you, use it.” Athena’s stern but kind words make Eddie nod and smile at her.

“Trust me, I’m sure we will. I should get Buck into bed before he gets a crick in his neck from sleeping on his couch,” Eddie murmurs, and ushers everyone out of his and Buck’s bedroom. His heart is hammering in his chest at the thought of leaving his daughter unattended, but knowing that the crib is sturdy—they piled two of Eddie’s twenty-pound dumbbells on it and shook it a good bit to make sure it was structually sound; seeing as it could hold forty pounds with ease, and his daughter is no more than ten, maybe eleven pounds, Eddie deemed it okay—Eddie feels okay to leave her by herself for the few minutes it’ll take to get Buck into bed.

Maddie is sitting on the floor next to Buck’s head, carding her hand through his hair, and watching him when they all shuffle into the living room. Bobby and Athena bid them all a goodnight and leave out the front door while Chimeny shuffles over to Maddie’s side to help her up. “Let me know if he needs anything, okay?” Maddie whispers, yawning behind her hand, and then pinning Eddie with a sharp gaze. “Keep my brother safe, Diaz. Or else I’ll bury you,” Maddie eyes him the entire way out of the house, and Eddie feels sufficiently threatened. However, he had no desire to break Buck’s heart or hurt him, so those threats will never come to fruition.

Eddie steps into the living room and walks over to Buck, crouching down next to him, and placing his hand on Buck’s shoulder. Carefully, he shakes Buck awake. It takes a minute, but he can see Buck’s eyes roving around underneath his eyelids before they finally peel open. “-…ddie?” Buck slurs, voice dripping with exhaustion. “Wha-?”

“Let’s get you off this cough and into bed,” Eddie whispers, “And before you panic, our daughter is perfectly fine; she’s in the crib Bobby and Athena built. Everyone left just a few minutes ago,” Eddie says, and helps Buck sit up. Buck does, and groans. His head falls against Eddie’s abdomen, and Eddie lets him rest there for a minute.

“I missed everyone?” Buck asks, voice soft and tired.

“Nobody wanted to wake you, you need your sleep, Buck, and you won’t get good rest on this couch,” Eddie says, and places his hands under Buck’s armpits to heft Buck off the couch. Buck goes with a groan and stands with Eddie’s help. The blankets slide off of Buck’s legs, falling around his feet. Eddie nudges them away so Buck doesn’t trip on them as he guides Buck toward their bedroom with the blond grumbling sleepily beside him.

“S’fine,” Buck mumbles, yawning so loud it makes his jaw crack. His eyes are barely open, and he’s letting Eddie guide him almost blindly down the hallway. “I’ll see ‘em later.” Buck flaps a hand toward him and sways into Eddie, footsteps heavy and feet dragging with each step. It takes a few minutes for them to get to the bedroom, Buck all but speed-shuffles to the bed before flopping down onto his back with as little grace as possible. The bed creaks, and the sheets rumple from the movement. “Ugh. Shouldn't've done tha’,” Buck grumbles, face pinched in pain as he wiggles his way over to his side of the bed.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, and slips into the right side of the bed, the closest to the door and their sleeping daughter. He tucks himself under the blankets at the same time as Buck, who flops down on his pillow and breathes out through his nose.

“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, yawning again. “Don’ worry, m’fine,” he slurs, eyes closed, and already falling asleep again. Eddie smiles and turns over to lay on his side, propping himself up with an elbow as he rubs a hand through Buck’s curls, just like Maddie had been doing earlier. Buck hums and tilts his head up into the petting. “F-eels…” Buck whispers and falls asleep mid-sentence. Eddie shakes his head and takes his hand away so he can lay down near Buck, knowing that they’ll wake up tangled together some way or another.

“Good night, Buck,” Eddie whispers to the still air. He turns his head to look at the crib, spying his daughter’s still, sleeping form through the slats. “Good night, princesa.” Eddie breathes out slowly through his nose, getting comfortable, and placing his head in the middle of his pillow.

This whole night has turned on its head so quickly that Eddie barely had time to breathe between Oh my god, what is wrong with Buck? Why is he in so much pain? and Oh, my god, Buck is in labor, and I just delivered my daughter without realizing it. A lot of things came to light, and Eddie suddenly has a daughter. As much as he’d like to dwell on it, he drops off, too tired to keep his brain on so he can freak out silently.

It’s okay, their sweet daughter wakes them both up forty minutes later with hungry cries. It sets the tone for the night, and neither of them gets good sleep that night.

Their daughter is cute enough to be worth it.

Chris thinks so, too, when he gets home and meets his baby sister for the first time. He tries to hide it, but Chris cries when Buck slides his baby sister into his arms. They cry with him when Chris promises to be the best big brother ever for her.