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Buck had started baking and cooking a lot, not because he was stressed or anxious like always, but because he genuinely started liking it as a hobby. At first, the 118 worried about his mental state and health, you can easily guess why.

When they realised Buck was totally okay, they were mostly glad. They were now going to have a bunch of pastries and patisseries whenever Buck was doing some. Which was good, more than good.

But Buck struggled. Not with making things. No, he was pretty good at that. He struggled at finding something to put on those pastries, desserts and patisseries. Something to accompany it, to make it all shift into place.

To make it better.

"It's missing something, but I still can't find what." Buck shrugged, pulling the hot pastries out of the oven to put them on the kitchen island. "I literally tried everything." He continued, pushing the oven for it to be almost closed. It needed to cool down, he didn't want to mistreat his oven. "I think." He frowned at his own words. He probably didn't know all the sugary things that could help him.

"I mean- C'mon, Buck." Eddie started, extending his arm to get one of those pastries. Buck slapped the back of Eddie's hand away. "It's already good enough." He answered, shaking his hand away from Buck and pouting slightly. "But you know, you can't miss a dessert when there's whipped cream next to, on or inside it." He added, and Buck took a cloth from one of his cabinet, wiping the flour off of his hands.

He frowned at Eddie, tilting his head like his best friend had suddenly grown a second head. Eddie smiled at the scene, picking one of the cookies Buck had baked earlier up and dipping it into milk.

"Whipped cream makes everything better, Buck." He shrugged. "You should know that, your entire life happens in our kitchen." He smirked. "Sometimes, your friends'." He took a bite of the cookie.

"Oh, everything?" Buck smiled wide. He liked seeing Eddie eat the stuff he made. It made him feel good, that he was good enough at it for people to eat the things he baked. "So, you'd eat a good piece of bloody red meat with whipped cream?" He tilted his head, teasing and Eddie rolled his eyes, snickering.

"You know damn well that's not what I meant," Eddie shook his head, smile harbouring his lips. "Anything sugary is better with whipped cream." He nodded at his own words.

Buck wasn't wrong, not everything was good with whipped cream.

"Hm," Buck hummed, thinking. "Doubt it." He ended up saying, pushing the cloth back on the kitchen island while wearing a proud smile. Eddie stared a bit too long. Buck was shining like the sun would, maybe even more.

Eddie had realised he was gay back in El Paso, with the help of a few family members such as his own son and his sisters, who had made fun of him the whole time he was there. What he did not realise back then, was that he was in love with Buck.

He only realised he was when Theo came into Buck's life and suddenly, they were a family. Eddie then realised they had been for more than seven years. Buck had been there for Christopher like a father would have, and had helped Eddie raise his son.

When Theo came into Buck's life, it was almost instant. They moved in together for logistics, Buck could help Eddie and Christopher, and Eddie could help Buck and Theo. This was the main reason.

Eddie realised he was in love with his best friend when he started sharing a bed with Buck and woke up almost every single morning with a boner, and a sad feeling when he noticed that Buck wasn't in bed anymore. And yep, Eddie was definitely in love with his best friend of eight years who he was sharing a bed and a house with.

"There's like a hundred of examples I can give you right now," He shook his thoughts away. "To prove whipped cream makes every thing better." His eyes met Buck's. His best friend's lips turned into a smirk, slowly opening his mouth. "Almost everything." He pointed at Buck, taking a bite from his dipped-in-milk cookie again.

"Like what?" Buck leaned against the island, pushing his elbow on the surface and resting his cheek in his palm. He frowned, tilting his head with a smile. Eddie swallowed hard. This felt like flirting, it wasn't flirting. Because Buck was his best friend and best friends do not flirt.

"Ice-cream? Literally any type." He frowned, focusing on the task at hand. "Chocolate in any form, hot chocolate obviously, cakes, cookies.." He enumerated. "Do you want more examples?" Eddie smirked back, stepping towards the fridge to get the whipped cream and prove to Buck he was right.

Buck watched him as he closed the fridge and grabbed a cookie from the island, spreading whipped cream over it. He smiled down, handing the cookie to Buck with an eyebrow raised.

"C'mon, taste it." Eddie moved the cookie in front of Buck's eyes, this one barely following. He grabbed the cookie from Eddie, shoving it in his mouth. Buck had a big mouth- He needed to stop.

He munched on it for a few seconds before swallowing it down and shrugging. "Just because a few things taste better with whipped cream doesn't mean everything does." He said, whipping his mouth with his thumb and Eddie couldn't help but look.



He rolled his eyes at Buck's words, looking away and playing it cool before Buck could even notice Eddie's eyes on him. Eddie was getting really really good at pretending everything he felt for Buck was platonic.

Scarily good, really.

He grabbed one of the mini lemon pie Buck had baked, bringing it closer to him to pour whipped cream over the sweet surface. He pushed the cake towards Buck as his best friend looked up from the pie with his eyebrows shot up.

"Really?" Buck asked, taking the mini pie in his hands.

"Just eat it, will ya?" Eddie tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at Buck with a patient smile. Buck rolled his eyes, taking a bite from the pie and chewing with a concentrated look. He swallowed, pressing his lips together and passing his thumb on his lips again.

Buck needed to stop doing that. Eddie was going crazy. He wanted to kiss Buck.

He couldn't kiss Buck.

"Yeah, okay." Buck nodded, licking the whipped cream off of his thumb. Eddie's eye grew twice their size for a second, then went back to normal. "But it's still doesn't prove anything." He passed his tongue on his teeth, wiping the lemon cream off of them.

"It proves everything, Buck." Eddie frowned with a smile, biting down on the same mini pie Buck just took a bite off. He hummed while nodding. The cake was good. Buck was a really good baker. "Just admit you're wrong."

"Do you even know me?" Buck frowned, faking the confusion and Eddie rolled his eyes while smiling.

"Okay, wait." Eddie lifted a finger up in front of his eyes, opening one of the kitchen cabinet to fish for a chocolate bar. He opened it, broke a piece of it and took the whipped cream in his hand. Buck watched with a smile on his lips. He poured some whipped cream on the chocolate, then raised his hand towards Buck for him to take it.

"Seriously?" Buck asked again, and Eddie shook his head in front of him, nodding. Buck sighed with a smile, leaning in to wrap his mouth around the chocolate, pushing some of the whipped cream over Eddie's finger. He stood back normally, not even minding how crazy that action had an affect on Eddie.



It was fine. Eddie was fine.

"Yeah, it's good but again-" Buck started, eyes meeting Eddie's mouth as this one pushed his finger into his mouth to eat the whipped cream Buck had accidentally put on him. "It doesn't prove anything." He continued his sentence, still looking at Eddie as this one went back to normal without wiping his saliva from his finger. "Did you even wash your hands before putting them in your mouth like that?" He asked, faking a grimace and Eddie rolled his eyes. "Hm, yummy, salty sweaty hands and whipped cream." He smiled, looking down at Eddie's hands.

For your information, Eddie had cleaned his hands before getting in the kitchen with the chef Evan Buckley.

"I told you, Buck." Eddie smirked, shrugging. "Whipped cream makes everything taste better." He winked at his best friend, smiling as he looked back at the pastries covering the kitchen island. He opened his eyes wide, fuck. He had just flirted with Buck, very openly.

"I doubt your fingers taste good." Buck raised an eyebrow, a smile peeking.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie raised his head at that, raising both of his eyebrows at Buck with a teasing smile.

Oh, Eddie was done for. Because they were going to be those best friends who were going to flirt platonically, and Eddie's love for Buck was far from platonic.

That fact didn't stop Eddie from putting whipped cream back on his two fingers, still wet from his own saliva, and bringing them close to Buck's mouth. He continued to look down at Buck with an I Dare You look. He was obviously joking.

Apparently, the joke didn't land because when he was about to pull his hand away, Buck rolled his eyes and leaned in to lick Eddie's skin. He licked the length of Eddie's finger, not breaking the eye contact with him.

He grinned and Eddie blue screened, because what the fuck was that? It didn't stop him from taking a step closer, staring down at Buck's tongue dancing on his fingers, mouth slightly opened.



He only closed it to swallow hard as Buck's tongue left his finger, taking a step back and wiping his thumb on his lips again.

"Still doesn't prove anything." He said, licking his lips with that same tongue that was just wrapped around Eddie's fingers. Eddie stared in awe, in confusion? He was amazed and confused and hot and slightly worried and turned on.

He had never felt Buck's tongue before, and now that he did, he wanted to experience it again.

"Dude-" His voice cracked and he gulped it away. "You're so stubborn, man." He turned, not even wiping Buck's saliva off of his fingers. Maybe he could slip away to the bathroom to lick them- Oh, wow. Had Eddie always been this freaky? "It's okay to be wrong." He nodded, looking down at the pastries.

"But I'm not?" Buck teased, pushing his shoulder softly against Eddie's. He rolled his eyes at the contact, fishing for one of the little snack Buck had made, and pushing it into his mouth. Buck watched a little smile. Eddie chewed, closing his eyes and nodding.



Buck should bake, cook or whatever that was called, more often.

The first reason why he should was that everything he baked and cooked tasted like it had been just out of an oven from heaven. Eddie sometimes wondered how amazing could Buck be before he reached his limit.

The second reason was that Buck was looking good while baking and cooking. And by good, Eddie meant heavenly and god-sent and shining brighter than the fucking sun. Buck was the most gorgeous person Eddie had ever met, and yet, he was somehow even more beautiful while using his hands in the kitchen, with flour on his nose and on his clothes.

The third reason was that if every time Buck baked, he licked Eddie's fingers, then Eddie wanted Buck to simply live in the kitchen and cook and bake for a living. Eddie's mind started to wander, what would it be like if he were to get with Buck, romantically.

Would Chris be okay with it? Theo probably wouldn't mind, but that was mostly because he was four and kids didn't really care about anything at that age. But Chris- Chris was Eddie's son. His son, his pride, his heart outside and walking around.

Christopher loved Buck. Eddie knew that. They had talked about it a few months ago. Christopher had confessed that he wasn't seeing Buck as a funny uncle or a family friend. Buck was family.

Eddie could remember exactly how Christopher had said it.

"Buck is Buck, but he also grounds me when I do bad things, he helps with my homework and lives with us now. Buck isn't just Buck, he's like a second father to me, dad."

You could understand that it made Eddie want to cry. He did hug his son and kissed his forehead before going to the bathroom to take a shower. Instead of washing himself, he stood under the water, staring down at the shower's tiles with a wide smile and a few tears still falling from the corner of his eyes. Happy tears, obviously.

Christopher hadn't called Buck dad yet, Eddie knew it was coming. He knew it because he had talked about it with his son. They spent hours talking about it, talking about boundaries and what to do if Buck reacted badly, which there was only a minuscule chance of happening.

Christopher had listened, nodded along to what his father he had said. They had hugged, said I love yous, and Chris then had called Denny to talk about it, less dramatically.

"So, we lick each other's fingers now, huh?" Buck chuckled and it broke the bubble Eddie had installed around him. Right, that did happen. He forced himself to smile for it not to be obvious he was utterly dying under his own skin.

"Well, technically you lick mine. I haven't licked yours." Eddie shrugged, opening his eyes wide as he talked. Sure, go on, I guess. He shook his head, swearing at himself because why the fuck was he talking like this? Of course, he didn't lick Buck's fingers.

"Well, they'd obviously taste better." Buck shrugged. Eddie could hear Buck's smirk through his voice, he didn't look anyway. He shrugged back.

Shrrrr.

Eddie gulped, audibly and very very embarrassingly. That Shrrrr was the sound the whipped cream was making while being put on something. Except the whipped cream usually went on the baked-things, but Eddie had his eyes on the table and he knew Buck hadn't taken one of the baked-things.

He tilted his head enough to meet Buck's eyes. This one looked down at his hand, Eddie followed and his mouth opened slightly at the sight of Buck's fingers being covered in whipped cream. Buck smiled, approaching Eddie's mouth as Eddie's eyes trailed up to meet Buck's again.

A glimpse of uncertainty flashed through Buck's eyes, Eddie noticed it early enough to catch Buck's wrist before Buck could pull back.

It was now Buck's turn to swallow hard and audibly. He looked down at Eddie, biting his bottom lip slowly as Eddie leaned in.



He closed his eyes for a micro-second. He couldn't believe he was doing that, he was going to do that. He was going to lick his best friend of eight fucking years' fingers, knowing their children- Chris and Theo could come back from Maddie's place at any point and time.

Eddie had the reflex of looking down at Buck's watch, like he always did to check the time. He forgot one thing though : Buck's arm was up and in front of his face. His eyes looked back up to try and see the time.

"02:56." Buck said, calmly and Eddie didn't care enough to answer, instead he nodded, releasing a breath of relief. Theo and Chris wouldn't be home for an other hour.

He leaned in even more, hot breath hitting Buck's fingers as he let his tongue out of his mouth. He licked the tip of the the fingers, finally getting the vanilla taste from the whipped cream with that other taste he couldn't really describe.

That was probably because that taste was Buck, Buck's fingers that Eddie was currently licking. His eyes met Buck's when this one swallowed hard, looking down at Eddie's mouth with so much focus Eddie felt all the heat of his body lower to his crotch.

Buck was the most beautiful person Eddie knew. Eddie knew that, he had made peace with that. Eddie didn't know though, that the face Buck was currently making was his new favourite. Buck's cheeks were flushed of a reddish pink, birthmark darkening above his eyebrow as his eyes were fixed on him.

Eddie didn't think much of it when Buck took a step closer, readjusting his fingers for Eddie to wrap his lips around them. Eddie liked it. Eddie liked Buck. He loved Buck. He didn't think much of it either when Buck spun them slightly so that he was resting against the counter, Eddie between his legs.

Eddie started thinking much of it when Buck's other hand wrapped around his waist, holding him close, holding him still. He stopped himself from moaning at the grip Buck had on his skin and he just focused on the fingers he had in his mouth.

Sadly, he started to move. All of it was probably obscene, really. Eddie had his mouth on Buck's fingers, lips wrapped around them as his tongue played on Buck's skin and making noises he had never made before. Eddie knew that if anybody were to walk in, it would be seen like they were going to have sex.

God, Eddie really wanted Buck to fuck him.

If anybody were to walk into the kitchen, what would Buck do? Would Buck push him away and refocus on baking? Would Buck flirt with him before leaving the kitchen to do whatever? Would Buck continue?

Eddie's mind started to wander. What if someone walked in and Buck didn't stop? Eddie's lips around his fingers as he'd wave off that person, telling them to leave so that he and Eddie could continue whatever they were doing.

And maybe after the person left the kitchen, staying in the living room right next door, Buck would push him against the kitchen island. He would spin him around, grabbing Eddie's neck to push him against the counter, hot cheek kissing the cold surface. Buck would bend him over it as he'd grabbed Eddie's ass, probably leaving marks, willingly.

Shrrrr.

The whipped cream sound again. That was when Eddie realised Buck's hand had left his waist to grab the bottle, he had raised it up high without Eddie even noticing. He had poured whipped cream on Eddie's throat without Eddie even feeling it against his skin.

Shivers went down his spine as he saw Buck's face lower, not even moving his fingers from Eddie's mouth. Buck's lips met the whipped cream on Eddie's skin, licking it clean before sucking the skin.

There wasn't whipped cream on Eddie now, he knew that. He knew Buck was continuing to suck, to mark him without even a purpose. The whole thing was about whipped cream, and Eddie's throat was naked of it.

Eddie hummed a slight moan and Buck suddenly shifted, grabbing Eddie's waist back to pull him in closer. His best friend's teeth grazed his skin as Eddie continued to suck on Buck's fingers, those ones were also naked of whipped cream.

The front door opened suddenly. The boys' voices echoed in the whole house, Theo's little steps became big and loud as Eddie opened his eyes wide, pulling away from Buck's fingers.

Buck didn't move though. No, Buck was continuing his activity. His tongue passed on Eddie's skin again, and Eddie opened his eyes wide, biting down his lip not to moan at the action. His hand trailed up Buck's body to grab his neck, pulling him away.

When Eddie's eyes met Buck's face, Buck's eyes were still fixated on Eddie's neck, lips a little red and swollen. Eddie wanted to kiss him again, right here and then. It didn't matter if Chris and Theo were to see that, Maddie too.

It did matter though, because Theo and Chris were about to walk in, an hour earlier than he had planned. Eddie wasn't frustrated at all, he loved Theo and he loved Chris and them leaving school early was a good thing because they could spend time together.

Right, that was definitely Eddie's first thought.

When Theo walked into the kitchen, Eddie felt his heart go down to his stomach. Buck's hand was still resting and gripping tight on Eddie's waist, they were just a foot away from each other and Buck was out of his trance, or whatever he was experiencing.

Buck's eyes were fixated on Eddie's now red neck, mouth slightly opened as Theo ran to him to hug his legs. Buck's other hand lowered by reflex, shuffling Theo's hair with his hand, without ever using the two fingers Eddie had put in his mouth.

"Hi, little brother," Maddie said while walking into the kitchen, helping Chris with his crutches. Eddie pushed Buck's hand off of his waist by pure reflex. If Maddie were to find out, he would never live it down and she would make fun of him at wine night for an eternity. "Hi, Eddie." She smiled at him, walking towards them both.

She apparently didn't even notice the tension, or the sudden movement Eddie had done, because she wrapped her arms around Buck and Eddie, bringing them into a hug. All of a sudden, Eddie was very glad Buck was blue screening, lagging or frozen.

"Chris did his homework in the car." Maddie noted before stepping out of the hug. Buck was still staring into the void, hand still in Theo's hair, when Maddie noticed. "Buck? You okay?" She asked and Buck blinked once, but didn't answer.

Eddie bit down on his lip, breathing uneven from the stress. He looked at Chris with a smile, this one frowned at him with a little smile.

"You've got whipped cream on your lips, dad." Chris said and Eddie swallowed hard, passing the back of his hand on his mouth quickly.

"Thanks, mijo." He blinked hard, nodding.

"Buck?" Maddie asked again, frowning and obviously worried. Eddie's hand raised by itself, and rested on his friend's shoulder. She turned to meet his eyes, still confused.

Please, please, please. Drop it. I know you're worried, but please don't. Don't put him out of that trance. Something happened and I do not want to deal with it yet. Please, please, please. Do not.

Eddie hoped she could understand the message he sent telepathically. And it was as if she did, because a smile crawled on her lips as she nodded, taking a step back from her brother.

"Well, I'm glad baking's still going strong." She said, smirking as she noticed the whipped cream from the counter behind Buck. It was like she suddenly got it because her eyes raised to look at Eddie's lips, then back at the whipped cream behind Buck, then to Eddie's throat.

Oh, fuck. Eddie had forgotten about that.

Eddie had whipped cream on his lips, the whipped cream was behind Buck. It wasn't that hard to understand for a person like Maddie, she had this power of knowing stuff. She smiled wide, trying not to laugh while looking at them both.

"I'll just-" She nodded, still smiling as she grabbed Theo's hand. "Pretend I didn't notice all that." She continued, softly as she walked out of the kitchen with Theo at her hand. Buck's hand fell onto his own thigh, at his side.

"Can I get a cookie?" Theo asked and Maddie giggled, nodding. Theo wasn't allowed cookies before diner, Eddie thought, but it apparently didn't matter right now.

When Buck's eyes finally moved, he met Eddie's face. Eddie was looking at his son. His son who was staring at him with a smile Buck couldn't quite decipher.

Eddie could though. Eddie could understand that face very well because Eddie knew his son, and he also knew his knowing smile and eyes. And Chris was looking at him in that way right now.

"Well," Christopher started, picking the crutches from the side of the wall, where Maddie had left them. "At least, it's not a doppelgänger." Eddie opened his eyes wide, ready to follow Chris out of the room to- Eddie didn't know. He didn't know what he would have ended up doing.

"Christopher." His voice was too low to be audible.

It didn't matter anyway because when he tried to step away and walk out, Buck's hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping Eddie in place. Eddie knew Buck was strong, he was very strong. Buck was a firefighter, it was kind of the main thing they needed to have when they became firefighters: strength.

But Buck was strong. Strong in a way that even if Eddie wanted to leave the kitchen, which he really didn't, he couldn't. The grip around his wrist was so strong, Eddie thought for sure that it would leave a mark.

Eddie was weirdly into it.

"Bu-"

"What the fuck?" Buck said, voice soft and low and Eddie felt his heart explode in million little pieces."Did I- Oh fuck." He raised his other hand to hide his mouth. "Eddie, what did I do?" He raised his head up, looking at Eddie into his eyes.

Eddie's heart crumbled and he started regretting licking Buck's fingers, or letting him lick his. Eddie was going to die if Buck rejected him, mentally it would just, simply, ruin him. In a way that he would never tell Buck about it because that would be a very toxic thing to do.

"Eddie, did I ruin our friendship?" Buck's eyes started to water and Eddie frowned, shaking his head.

"No, no." He started, taking a step towards Buck to face him completely. "Buck, no. You could never. You couldn't even if you tried." He continued shaking his head and Buck swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry, I-" He stopped himself from talking. "I'm-" He stopped himself once more. "Fuck." He looked back down, and Eddie immediately understood that Buck was on the verge of crying. There were a few indicators but the biggest one was that Buck's entire body was shaking.

"Buck, Buck-" Eddie started, trying to raise Buck's head back up to look at him in the eyes. God, Buck was strong. With those neck muscles? Buck could be an F1 driver, Eddie was so sure of it.

What kind of driver? Not Lando Norris that was for sure. Eddie didn't hate Buck the way he hated Lando Norris. No, Eddie loved Buck. It would be an insult to Buck to compare him to that driver. All of a sudden, Eddie wondered which driver Buck was. He couldn't say Buck was Max Verstappen, because that would simply be a lie.

Comparing Buck to Stroll would be an actual insult compared to the Norris one. At least, Norris wasn't a nepo-baby, and he ended up on the podium a lot. Lewis Hamilton? No. Maybe Kimi. Possibly Kimi. Kimi was a cute little guy. Buck was a cute little guy.

Cute little guy that was six foot tall and the size of a fridge, but a cute little guy.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. I don't-" Buck's voice cracked while looking back up at Eddie. His eyes fell on Eddie's throat, where a freshly red mark was resting. "Oh my god," Buck whispered, like an insult to himself, holding his hand up to pass a thumb on it.

Eddie flinched away by reflex, sensitive skin and all. Buck's eyes opened wide, pulling his hand away from Eddie.

"Oh my fu-" Buck muttered, stopping himself from swearing for some reason. Eddie knew damn well the kids were out of the house, knowing Maddie. Buck shook his head, closing his eyes shut. "I did that." He said but it was like he had said it to himself because when Eddie opened to confirm it, Buck shook his head again, eyes still closed shut.

"It's fine, Buck-" Eddie started, hands still cupping Buck's face like it was worth a million. It was to Eddie. Buck's face was the most beautiful thing in the world. It should've been worth a billion.

"No, no." Buck opened his eyes slowly, lowering Eddie's hand from his face under the eyes of a confused and frowning Eddie. "Eds, you- It's not fine." He chuckled at that. A dry laugh that almost broke Eddie's heart.

"Buck-"

"You're straight, Eddie." Buck forced a smile, still holding Eddie's wrists down. "You're very much straight and- Sure, we live together and raise kids together, but you're straight." He nodded at his own words. Eddie watched Buck's mind move through his eyes.

Buck was a little panicked. He kind of always was, but this was much more than usual.

His eyes fell on Eddie's hickey again and he stared, biting his lip like he regretted it, without really actually regretting it. Eddie pushed his eyebrows together, confusion now covering his entire face.

Was Buck into Eddie? Or simply into men, and had forgotten the man he was sucking the skin of was straight?

He should've probably told Buck that.

"I'm not." Eddie let his thoughts out as Buck moved his eyes to meet his best friend's. "Straight, I mean." He continued, looking down at his hands. "I'm not straight, Buck."

"But you-"

"I know." Eddie nodded, a small smile creeping up on his lips. He didn't know what Buck was about to say, but he knew that every little thing that could indicate Eddie was straight was currently speed running into Buck's mind.

That was enough for Eddie to know.

Buck frowned, looking down as Eddie raised his head. He knew that wasn't what best friends usually did. Best friends weren't sucking each other's fingers, and they sure as hell weren't leaving hickeys on each other.

No. Best friends normally weren't even thinking about it. Buck was though. Buck had been, apparently. Eddie had been too, but Eddie was in love with Buck, so it didn't count.

At least, that was what Eddie thought. Because right now, all hints led to Buck feeling the same way he did.

"I-" He started and Buck met his eyes almost immediately, eyes filled with fear. "No. Buck-" Eddie started again. Don't worry. He wanted to say. Fuck, what was he supposed to say? Which words were right? Why couldn't he just say whatever in Spanish? Buck should've been taking classes.

Chris should've been teaching him Spanish.

Eddie should've been teaching his best friend of almost a decade Spanish.

"Eddie, you don't-"

"Cállate, Buck." Shut up, Buck. Eddie frowned, still thinking. Great, now he was speaking Spanish. "Estoy intentando encontrar las palabras para y no puedo!" I'm trying to find the words for it- and I can't! He continued thinking, biting down on his lip as his eyes traveled Buck's face. He probably wasn't understanding shit.

"Eddie-" Buck frowned slightly, hands tightening on Eddie's wrists.

"Por favor cállate, Buck. En serio." Please shut up, Buck. Seriously. Eddie closed his eyes for a second. "Mi cerebro no puede procesar esto ahora mismo, realmente tengo que pensar bien sobre todo." My brain can't process this right now, I really need to think things through. He opened them again to find Buck frowning, still, and staring at Eddie, eyes filled with confusion this time.

The English language was an easy one, but all of a sudden it felt like it was the hardest one to ever exist. He looked into Buck's eyes, hoping and praying that Buck would somehow understand everything by simply looking into his pupils.

It sadly did not work like that.

Eddie was unable to find the words. It was a struggle really, but when Buck's eyes passed from Eddie's eyes to his lips before going back up very quickly. An idea flashed in Eddie's mind.

He grabbed his t-shirt, pulling him in and finally, finally, their lips came in contact. The sudden action caused for Buck's mouth to let out a little noise.

Eddie was crazy, Eddie was definitely crazy because who fucking did that? He closed his eyes hard, trying to escape Buck's. If he couldn't say it in English, he could try and say it with his tongue, in another way.

When Buck finally realised what was going on, he gasped a little, allowing Eddie's tongue to pass through his lips. It was soft again Buck's and Eddie felt like he had just discovered a new drug. The new drug called Evan Buckley, a.k.a Eddie's bestest of friends.

Taylor Swift had a song about that.

Eddie hummed against Buck's lips when this one started moving too. His hands left Eddie's wrists to catch Eddie's waist and pull him closer. Eddie's breath hitched at the action, moving his hand up to grab Buck's arm.

Fuck, Eddie was turned on by the fact that Buck was big. Eddie knew it. Of course, he did. It wasn't really a discovery but still.

What was a discovery was when Buck's hand crawled up to catch his throat, pushing him off his lips to tilt Eddie's head. Yeah, that was hot. Buck's lips went back to the same hickey he had done before and Eddie hissed at the sensitive spot.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Buck whispered against his skin, leaving kisses all over Eddie's throat and neck, trailing up to his jaw before kissing his lips again. "I've been dreaming of you," Buck kissed him again and Eddie didn't need more details to know that Buck felt the same way he did. If he didn't, Eddie was fool. "God, you're better than a dream." He added, biting down on his lip and dragging it away.

"Buck-" Eddie started and Buck kissed him again instead. His hand left Eddie's throat as this one felt the ghost of it still. Whining at the loss, he opened his eyes to look at what Buck was doing. Buck's hand stretched back to grab the whipped cream, his other one leaving Eddie's waist to open the first buttons of Eddie's shirt.

Whipped cream hit Eddie's nipple like the Titanic hit the ice-berg. It was a violent action in Eddie's mind, but it felt awesome. It felt even better when Buck's hands moved again to grab Eddie's thigh and raise him up on the kitchen island, putting his mouth around the whipped cream.

A gasp escaped Eddie again.

Oh, sue him.

"Buck," Eddie raised his hand to plant it in Buck's hair, tugging on his gently as the teeth graze his nipple. "Fuck- Buck," He swore under his breath, tugging slightly harder on Buck's hair. Buck's head fell apart from Eddie's chest and he met his eyes with a big smile, a drunken smile really.

Eddie licked his lips at the sight. Buck was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. All red and lips swollen, all his, standing between his legs while Buck sucked on nipple. His hand being in Buck's hair and tugging enough to hurt, and yet, Buck was into it.

"Bed room." Eddie's eyes fell back from Buck's lips to his eyes. It was almost instant. Buck's eyes became dark all of a sudden, like he had been dreaming about it for ages. He had, he had told Eddie he had been dreaming about him like that.

Buck nodded, stepping away slowly so that Eddie could stand up from the kitchen island. He looked at Buck, standing tall next to him for a moment before leaving a soft kiss on his lips and taking his hands.

Eddie walked out of the kitchen and Buck followed without making a single noise. His steps were slow, but matching Eddie's.

When Eddie finally opened the bedroom's door after through fully checking that Maddie, Theo and Christopher were indeed nowhere to be seen in the house, Buck stopped, closing the door behind himself and pulling Eddie back.

Eddie spun, hitting Buck's chest with a bump before his lips crashed on his best friend's again.

Eddie never wanted to stop kissing Buck. God, Buck was gorgeous. Buck was the best, Eddie wanted it forever. Eddie wanted Buck forever.

His hands reached the hem of Buck's t-shirt and it didn't even take thirty seconds for the t-shirt to disappear somewhere in the corner of their room. His eyes lowered slowly, passing along Buck's chest and oh lord- Buck was a hot man.

He licked his bottom lip as he passed a hand on Buck's chest, then to his undefined abs. Eddie loved Buck's belly. It was probably the hottest thing about Buck. He swallowed hard as his hand slowly lowered to reach Buck's belt.

Buck's hand reached his, stopping him from doing anything.

"Let me," Buck started, meeting Eddie's eyes. "Please?" He asked and Eddie's lips pulled into a smile. He shook his head softly.

"Let me." He answered, dropping on to his knees, face facing his new favourite place. He pushed his nose into the very obvious hard crotch in front of him, breathing and moving against the fabric. Buck stopped breathing for moment.

Eddie's hands grabbed Buck's belt again, slowly undoing it, then lowering Buck's pants. There was already a trace of precum in Buck's boxer. It was Eddie's favourite boxer, all grey and so old it was almost see through.

Eddie wondered if it was thin enough for him to be able to taste Buck's pre by simply licking the tissue. So he smiled at the thought and acted on it, because he could now. Eddie was going to be unstoppable.

The noises Buck was making were simply unholy, Eddie suddenly didn't believe in God because all he could believe in was Buck. That was very Christian of him, but that was okay. Because he was about to touch Buck's cock.

"Fuck, wait," Buck swore, pushing Eddie's face off of his hard cock to leave the room. Eddie swallowed, frowning. Was Buck leaving?

His eyes grew a little wider when Buck came back into the room in a simple, wet, boxer and the whipped cream in his hand. His eyes fixated the object with a smile.

"You'll have to clean up real good after." Eddie said, low as Buck nodded. "I am a paramedic, I shouldn't let you do that." He muttered, mouth landing on Buck's boxer and kissing what he could slowly. Buck's breath shook as he gave Eddie the whipped cream.

Eddie shook the whipped cream with one hand, grabbing the hem of Buck's boxer with his other. Buck's dick flew out big and strong, veiny just like Eddie liked them. Eddie didn't like them, Eddie liked Buck's.

He raised his hand, spitting on it before softly stroking Buck's cock.

"Fuck, Eds-" Buck spat. "You're so beautiful." He whispered as Eddie smiled, pouring whipped cream on the length of Buck's cock. Buck visibly got shivers at the action, he hissed at the face Eddie was making before his best friend's tongue licked his dick. "Oh, my God, Eddie. You're so- Fuck, you're so pretty, princess." Eddie moaned at the pet-name.

That was new too.

He wrapped his lips around it and prayed to some kind of God that he was doing good. It was his first job and the first dick he had put in his mouth was this one. Buck's dick was in his mouth.

This felt like a dream.

"Fuck, baby-" Buck groaned, lowering his hand to grab onto Eddie's hair. "Eddie, you're- Oh my fucking god, you're perfect." Eddie smiled at the praise. At least now he knew Buck was into it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- Eddie, stop, wait-"

Eddie pushed back, looking back at Buck while swiping his thumb of his lips. There was whipped cream everywhere. It looked horribly beautiful.

"I was going to come," Buck said, voice broken as he grabbed the back of Eddie's neck and pulled him up. "I don't want to come yet." He kissed Eddie's lips, pushing him into the bed behind them. "I wanna make you come first, princess." He kissed Eddie's nose as he crawled on top of him.

"Don't call me that." Eddie liked when Buck called him that, he didn't want Buck to stop. He really, really didn't.

"Really?" Buck lifted an eyebrow, cheeky smile appearing on his lips. "You seemed to like it when you had your mouth around my cock, princess." He lowered his head to kiss Eddie's jugular, hand passing on Eddie's arm to grab the whipped cream.

"Shut up and fuck me, Buck." Eddie said, rising himself to his elbows as Buck's smile wavered for a second before he started to carefully undo Eddie's shirt's buttons.

"No, not right now." He stated, leaving open mouth kisses to Eddie's nipples and chest. "I have to prep you," He left a kiss between Eddie's pec. "Then taste you," He left a kiss right above Eddie's abs. "Then I'll fuck you." He licked his way down to Eddie's happy trail.

"Buck, if you don't get on with it, forget about ever finishing tonight." Eddie teased, a smile creepy up on his lips as he watched Buck undo his jeans.

Buck chuckled, low before saying, "God, I love you." Eddie's smile grew wider as he dropped his elbows and landed the back of his hand against the mattress. Buck's eyes looked up from the undone pants of Eddie Diaz to meet his eyes. "I'm-"

"I love you too," Eddie whispered, closing his eyes not to cry. "I hate that you said it first," He chuckled, shaking his head at the thought that when he did try to tell him, he had to speak Spanish to focus. "But I do too."

"Oh, g- good." Buck's voice shook a little.

After a minute of Eddie not feeling Buck on him anymore, he set his elbows back like they were, only to find Buck staring at him without any shame.

"Are we gonna fuck or-"

"Shut up." Buck smiled, mouthing Eddie's cock through the fabric as he lowered Eddie's pants. In a few seconds, the clothes that were left on their body flew to their corner of the room, leaving both Buck and Eddie completely naked.

"Fuck, Buck-" Eddie swore, greeting his teeth as his hand landed into Buck's hair when Buck trailed kisses from Eddie's thigh to a little closer to his cock. "What the-" He looked at Buck with eyes wide opened.

Buck had put whipped cream on Eddie's stomach, on his abs on his thigh and on the length of Eddie's cock. Oh fuck, Eddie was going to come untouched.

"We'll need to shower after." Eddie muttered while feeling Buck's tongue go down on his abs. Buck nodded, like he wasn't caring even a little bit about it right now.

They would've had to shower after anyway, sex was making them sweaty and Eddie hated being sweaty on his way to bed. Buck probably knew that already.

God, Buck knew everything about Eddie.

When Buck's tongue passed softly on his tip, Eddie's back arched like it was the first time he had ever felt a mouth on his dick. It hadn't been the first time. It wasn't Eddie's first time at all. But it was his first time with Buck, so all of it felt new.

"That's it, my pretty girl." Eddie bit down a moan at Buck's words. Eddie didn't know why he was into Buck calling him a girl that much, but he was really into it. Buck's mouth wrapped around Eddie's cock as his hand trailed up to grab Eddie's pec and play with it.

And Oh My God, Eddie wanted Buck to do that forever.

The noise of Buck's mouth around his dick was music to Eddie's ears and at the same time, it was way too hot and it needed to be illegal otherwise Eddie was going to come.

"Buck- I'm gonna-" Eddie started and Buck pulled off him almost immediately. Eddie's breath shook as he looked back up at Buck with a tired smile. "Are you going to fuck me yet?" He asked, voice cracking as Buck nodded, grabbing Eddie's leg to put them around his waist.

"You know what would be hot, princess?" Buck smiled, leaving a kiss on Eddie's abs as he trailed up to his neck.

"Hm?" Eddie hummed, eyes closed as Buck bit a small part of his throat. That was going to mark.

Good.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart." He whispered and Eddie opened them slowly, eyes meeting the whipped cream bottle in front of his eyes. He looked at it with a smile, then looked at Buck again. Buck was wearing the biggest smirk he had ever worn.

"As long as you fuck me, Buck, you can use whatever you want as lube." Eddie said, voice low and daring as Buck's smile wavered once again.

"Your ass is gonna be on fire tomorrow." Buck chuckled, leaving a kiss on Eddie's cheek.

"I don't care." He breathed out.

Shrrrr.

He closed his eyes by reflex when he felt the whipped cream getting poured on his hole. Buck's fingers playing around it with the liquid.

"Just do it," Eddie asked and Buck shook his head, teasing.

"You're being so good to me, baby girl." Buck whispered against Eddie's skin as a finger entered Eddie. Eddie arched his back at the unusual presence inside of it. It felt weird, weirdly good too. "See? You're taking such a small part of me so well." He continued, moving around for Eddie to get used to the finger.

"Fuck-" Eddie swore. "Buck, you- Oh my god, I feel like I'm going crazy." He raised his arm to bite down on it, closing his eyes to focus on not making a noise. It felt good, it was a little tight, but it was good.

"You're not." Buck answered, kissing the small spot under Eddie's ear. "Are you ready for a second one?" He asked, and it made Eddie even harder. He nodded frantically, not enough focus to talk and his mouth wasn't free to anyway. "Words, Eddie."

"Yes, yes. Go on." Eddie groaned of frustration.

"Good girl." The word caused for Eddie to arch his back again. Fuck, Buck was going to make fun of him for the rest of his days. A smile appeared on Eddie's lips, even through all the pleasure. He was going to spend the rest of his days with Buck.

Buck's second finger felt a lot different, in a way that the texture was the same and Eddie was still high on it, but his hole was so tight. Eddie felt like passing out. He wasn't going to, but if only he could. Buck's finger started to move around and Eddie's hair trailed to his sides to hold onto the bed sheet.

Shrrrr.

Eddie felt the whipped cream on his skin as Buck placed a third finger inside of him. It broke a moan out of Eddie.

"Buck- Buck, slow- Fuck!" Eddie cried out as Buck's fingers moved around inside him. It suddenly pressed back and Eddie arched his back suddenly. Oh, his back was going to hate him tomorrow. Eddie wet his lips, biting down a moan as Buck continued to move.

"You have to make room for me, baby." Buck panted, placing his other hand on Eddie's hip. Eddie nodded, moving his hand to grip onto Buck's shoulder to bring him closer. Fuck, Buck's fingers were big.

Buck felt so good, Eddie felt like he was high. High on morphine or anything like that. Eddie wouldn't be surprised if he woke up right now in a hospital bed and everything turned out to be fake.

It wasn't. Eddie knew it wasn't because Buck's fingers slowly pulled out of him and- Shrrrr. Buck pushed the tip of dick against Eddie's rim, whipped cream moving around Eddie's hole like Buck had already came inside of him.

Then, Buck sank down into Eddie, slowly enough for him not to completely hurt. It did feel good though, Eddie started thinking, again. He had always been gay, but did it never pass in his mind that he could be pegged during sex? Even with women.

Sure, Shannon had proposed to try but- Holy shit.

Buck finished putting it all in, falling on top of Eddie with a sigh and a groan.

"You're so tight." Buck said, rising Eddie's lips as Eddie felt an out-of-body experience. All of a sudden, it was like an animal had possessed him. He kissed Buck back almost immediately, tightening the grip of his legs around Buck's waist as he moved slowly while playing with his best friend's tongue.

Buck started to move, at first slow to make sure he wasn't hurting Eddie. And after the hundredth beg coming from the voice under him, he picked up the pace, biting down on Eddie's shoulder not to moan too loud.

Yeah, the house was empty. But they already got noise complaint from neighbours because they were playing video games too loud so, forgive Buck if he was trying to keep it silent.

Eddie was the contrary. He bit down on Buck's arm and its only purpose was to let go of the sexual desire he was currently feeling. He was screaming, yelling, and really, really crying through sex.

But it felt so good, could you even blame him?

"Buck-" Eddie planted his nails into Buck's back, press ion ready to be relieved as Buck nodded against his chest.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Me too. Go on." Buck continued slamming into Eddie as Eddie's breath hitched, right before the orgasm hit. His entire body shook, but he kept holding onto Buck's back as this one continued to ram into him. "Fuck, Eddie can I-"

"There's whipped cream in there, Buck. Yes, you can come inside." Eddie replied to the unasked question with ragged breath.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Buck said as Eddie left a small kiss on his temple.

Buck came like the tsunami that almost killed Eddie's son. Eddie got filled like water balloons ready to burst and Buck fell right on top of him, still inside of him.

"We should've done that earlier." Buck muttered against Eddie's skin, a smile on his lips as he kissed his shoulder. They should've done that years ago. Eddie kept that thought to himself.

"Way earlier," Eddie answered. Buck took all the strength in his body to turn to the side so that they were lying next to each other. Eddie stared at the ceiling because he had realised something crazy.

Having sex with your best friend didn't ruin the friendship, it simply made it a romantic relationship. Eddie assumed, because Buck did tell him he loved him so.

He tilted his head to look at Buck, this one was smiling wide, looking at the ceiling. Then slowly, he raised his arm up and showed Eddie his fist. Eddie chuckled, fist bumping the man who had just fucked him senseless.

"Damn, that was good," Buck said, turning his body entirely towards Eddie. "Princess." Eddie rolled his eyes, moving on the bed to go take a shower. His ass was hurting, but he was about to clean it so it'll need to wait a little.

"See? You always ruin a good thing." Eddie chuckled, standing up from the bed with wobbly legs. Holy shit, he was not surviving the relationship.

"What? Come on, princess." Buck laughed, following Eddie out of the bed and into the bathroom.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." Buck said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist and leaning a soft kiss on his neck.

Eddie bit back a smile.

"No, I don't."