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"Where are we going?"
Buck sounds nervous. He's gripping the handle by the car window as if he's expecting them to slide off the road soon; which is crazy because Eddie is driving at a completely reasonable speed for how livid he is.
"Don't worry about it," is what he says as he squeezes Buck's thigh.
They can do this now, the casual touching. Eddie gets to grab Buck's thighs, biceps, even his ass, and they're even almost at the point where Buck stops bluescreening every time he does. They've slept together a number of times now, kissed so much Eddie's lost count. After all the shit they've been through — the awkwardness with Tommy, the heartbreak of the move to Texas — they're finally boyfriends. Eddie assumed that meant everything will be good from now on. They won't have to ever talk around their feelings again by calling it "whatever this is" or "family". And most relieving of all, that he's never gonna have to hear Tommy's name again.
Wrong.
Apparently, Tommy played some kind of part in Buck's accepting of his feelings. A hook-up Eddie feels like he really didn't need to know about. A conversation over breakfast. And a declaration of "competition". And isn't that just rich coming from the man who blindsighted Buck into a relationship he hadn't and would've never been ready for? It was always supposed to be Eddie, and they'd known, deep down, even then. So no, there wasn't any competition, and it especially wasn't out of the way just because Eddie was out of state for a while. Did their rom-com-level goodbye and the fact he was getting their son back home mean nothing?!
"Eddie, what the fuck are we doing here?" Buck's anxiety-peaked voice pulls Eddie from his inner tirade, just as he is pulling into the hangar with screeching tires.
He knows exactly which heli is the one Tommy likes to fly. Eddie's been a passenger, used to be a friend. Until Tommy tried to "compete" for what had always been and will always be unquestionably Eddie's.
"Making clear this is not a competition," Eddie quips, before he jumps out of the truck and heads for the helicopter. It's sitting out in the middle of the hangar. The perfect stage to display his devotion to Buck.
"Um," Buck starts saying as he catches up to Eddie with a jog. "H-how exactly?"
When Eddie turns around, Buck is looking flustered and bashful just like the first time Eddie asked him to sleep over.
Yeah, I-I'll make up the couch.
No, that's not what I meant. I want you to stay with me, in the bedroom.
Buck had looked at him with his big, wet, unbelieving eyes, and had been unable to form a word again until Eddie had kissed him soft and giggly.
Giddy at the memory, Eddie puts his hands on Buck's hips, and slowly turns the both of them, until Buck's shoulders hit the outside of the heli. Eddie can only hope he leaves scratches, a permanent reminder if Tommy miraculously manages to miss this happening in his own front yard and it's somehow not burned onto his retinas.
Eddie kisses Buck hard, claims his mouth and feels him melt into it. Their tongues slide together, knowing exactly how the other moves, knowing exactly what they need. Just like that, Buck gets the hint and breaks the kiss so he can turn around and plant his face against the cold metal instead.
"He ever take you up in that thing? Fuck you in it?" Eddie asks, nosing at Buck's neck as he works open both their jeans.
"N-no," Buck gasps. Even from the side, Eddie can see he's beet-red.
"I didn't think so." While pushing Buck's pants down with one hand, Eddie is slicking himself up with a handful of spit, and then he's putting the tip of his dick between Buck's cheeks. "I would. I'll fuck you anywhere. I'll fuck you at home, at work—" He rubs his cock against Buck's asshole, until he's wet and winking for Eddie. "Fuck you anywhere I need to for everyone to understand."
Eddie bites down on Buck's shoulder as he pushes past the rim, struggling to slide through the tight muscle until he's in, feeling gripped and held close by Buck as Buck is breathing through his nose beneath him.
"Jesus Christ," Buck curses, experimentally wiggling his hips. "Fuck. Y-you know that I- I tell everyone." Buck moans as Eddie pushes his cock in all the way. "Everyone knows—"
"Everyone knows how good I fuck you?" Eddie asks, hips thrusting steady now. He wonders if Tommy is looking, if he can see Eddie's ass flexing every time he pumps into his boyfriend's ass, pressed up against the heli Tommy flies every single day.
"Y-yes," Buck mewls, huffing quick breaths onto the cold metal.
"Everyone knows it's me you'd pick first," Eddie says as he slams into Buck on every next syllable, "every. Single. Time?"
"Uh-huh." Buck's eyes have drifted closed, his fingers flexing on the heli as he accommodates Eddie, fucks his hips back into him.
"Always loved me more. Even when you were with him. Didn't you?" Eddie knows even if they're lucky enough to catch Tommy on shift, he can't hear them, but maybe this is just for Eddie.
Buck moans again, because Eddie was made for him, his dick perfectly snug and consistently hitting all of Buck's buttons.
"Yes. Yes, s-shit. Love you, Eddie," Buck keens. "I love you so much. From the- from the start."
"That's a good boy," Eddie growls. He bottoms out, huddling in close to Buck's backside, his nose pressed against Buck's ear as he starts grinding, relentlessly, into his prostate.
"F-fuck, Eddie." Buck is easy to read, and Eddie doesn't need to touch his cock to know he's leaking.
"Better cum fast," Eddie huffs in his ear. "I'm almost done with you."
The panicked sound that comes out of Buck is adorable, and when he starts fucking himself back on Eddie's dick, it's impossible to hold it off any longer.
Eddie spills his seed into Buck with two hard thrusts, bruising grip on Buck's hips keeping him in place as Eddie fills him up.
Just as he's coming to, Eddie can feel Buck start to shake, and then he's cumming, a string of I love yous falling from his open mouth as he tries to grind down on Eddie, milk the last of it from himself.
"I love you, Buck. I love you, and I got you, and no one's taking you from me again, I won't let 'em." Eddie says the words into the crook of Buck's neck as he's tucking himself away and hauling Buck's pants back over his ass, and his dick, both wet with cum.
While they make their way back to the car, Eddie looks back to the heli, and the spray of jizz Buck has left behind underneath it. One last gift for Tommy. A participation trophy.