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The couch had been digging uncomfortably into Eddie's lower back the entire time Buck has been over. The two of them were trying to catch up on watching the newest season of a ridiculous reality show Hen had mentioned a few times at work, but Eddie couldn't focus with the way his muscles were squeezed so tight against the back of the couch.
He adjusted himself, sucking in a tight breath when the movement brought him more pain than he expected. Not the couch then, just his back.
"You okay?" Buck asked, turning his head to look at Eddie.
Eddie nodded, giving a half-assed smile. "Must've tweaked my back at work or something, got an ache." He said, twisting himself around to try and find a comfortable resting position. "I'm gonna go and grab an ibuprofen, I'll be right back."
Buck paused the show—right as Angela was confronting Mark for cheating on her—and Eddie disappeared into the bathroom to rummage through his medicine cabinet.
And he was out of ibuprofen.
With a heavy sigh, Eddie closed the cabinet and hobbled his way back to the couch, holding a hand against where his back felt the tightest—directly above his tailbone.
"You sure you're okay?" Buck asked upon seeing Eddie's pained expression. "You look like you're going through hell."
Eddie sits on the couch slowly, holding in a groan as his muscles contract when he leans back. "I think I lifted something wrong." He says. "My back is killing me, and I'm all out of pain killers."
Buck's eyes glance down to where Eddie is still gripping at his back, his hand fully pressed between himself and the couch. "Want me to go out and get you some real quick? You live right by that gas station, I'm sure they've got single doses for sale." He asked, already lifting himself from his seat.
Eddie quickly waved him down with his free hand. "No, it's alright, I've just gotta work the kink out, I'll be fine. Go ahead and hit play." He said.
"You sure?" Buck asked, tentatively sitting back down. Eddie nodded, slowly starting to massage himself through his shirt.
"Already feeling better," He lies. Buck seems to believe it, though, and resumes the show.
It doesn't take long for Buck to get back into it, eyes locked on the television as he occasionally gasps or makes a small comment. Eddie can't focus, though. Not while his fingers were haphazardly feeling around behind him, trying (and failing) to find the right spot.
His entire body was tense, trying not to move and cause another sharp pain to punch him right in the divot of his back while he was uselessly kneading himself.
Eddie has to close his eyes at one point in the episode—Angela had just forgiven Mark again—and take a long pause from his shitty self-massage. He took a deep breath, thought to himself that maybe this was some sort of bad karma. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten Christopher's hibachi leftovers. Then maybe he could just focus on the stupid over-the-top dramaticism of whatever the name of this show was and not worry about the muscles in his back that were actively plotting to kill him.
"You look constipated." Buck's voice knocks Eddie back to his senses. He opens his eyes, not even realizing their episode had finished. "You're absolutely positive you don't want me to run and get some meds for you? It's not even a five minute drive, Eds." He says.
Eddie huffs out a laugh. "I'm sure, Buck. Just didn't realize how hard it was to give yourself a massage." He said. "You can play the next episode, I'm paying attention."
Buck looked at him sideways. "Where does it hurt at?" He asked, setting the remote down on the table and turning himself to face Eddie on the couch.
"Mostly right around here," Eddie says, angling himself around to show Buck the spot on his lower back that was achingly tight, rubbing a few soft circles into it. "I'm sure it'll loosen up within an hour or two."
Buck seemed to think for a moment, eyes tracing where Eddie's hands were sitting on his back. "Do you have any coconut oil?" He asked.
Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Coconut oil? Kitchen, I think. Why?" He asked
"I took a couple of classes when I was bartending in Peru," Buck says, standing from the couch and proudly parading himself to the kitchen.
"I can give you a massage. Might not be as good as a professional, but it's definitely better than doing it yourself." His voice called from the other room.
There was a bit of clanging coming from the kitchen, cabinets opening and closing and things being shuffled around, but Buck eventually returned with the jar in hand, placing it on the coffee table. "Can't believe you've never even opened this, Eddie." He says, taking a seat back down and twisting the cap off the jar, peeling back the safety seal.
"I don't even remember buying it, to be honest with you." Eddie replies. "You really gonna give me a massage?" He asked, a half-smirk on his lips as he eyed the jar of coconut oil.
"'Course I am, lay on your stomach." Buck said, smiling as he got onto his knees to give Eddie room to stretch out.
Eddie complied, laying himself down on his stomach carefully, trying not to twist his back too much. Buck was quick to scoot himself upwards, planting himself down on Eddie's thighs, both of his legs on either side of Eddie's body.
"You ready?" Buck asked, earning a nod from Eddie below him. "You said it hurt the most right around here, right?" He asked, pushing Eddie's shirt up to his shoulders and pressing lightly against the divot in his back, right above where the waistband of his underwear was peeking out the top of his pants.
"Yeah," Eddie said, slightly muffled by the throw pillow he was leaning his head against. "Just been super tight all day."
Buck hummed, removing his hands from Eddie to grab the jar of coconut oil and scoop a small amount into his hands. "What'd you do to it?" He asked, rubbing the glob of oil between his hands and fingers to warm it.
"Wish I knew," Eddie said. "Was thinking maybe when I was cleaning the equipment yesterday."
Buck nodded. "Could be. It start hurting at work?" He asked, finally bringing his hands back down to Eddie's back.
He only grazed the area, softly rubbing the oil into Eddie's skin. Though, Eddie couldn't help but close his eyes, already enjoying the contact from the warm, smooth glide of the coconut oil.
"Kinda," Eddie said, "it's been off and on hurting for a bit. Couple weeks, maybe, but never this bad."
His mind was already melting, but when Buck finally pressed into him, he was gone. He couldn't even hear Buck's reply over his own low, deep groan.
Buck had only used his thumbs, kneading Eddie's back up and down slowly, and Eddie was in heaven. He shifted himself slightly, muscles he didn't even know he had tensed were untensing as he felt Buck switch to using his fists, rolling his knuckles deep into Eddie's skin.
"Jesus, fuck," Eddie moaned out. "Those classes must've been expensive." He mumbled into the pillow.
Buck chuckled behind him. "Not really." He said. "Nice to finally put the skill to use, though. You sound like you're, uh—you're enjoying it." Buck's breath caught a bit as he spoke, fingers stuttering from their rhythm on Eddie's back.
Eddie didn't—couldn't notice, not with the way Buck began inching his way up further, and then back down, all the way up to Eddie's shoulder blades. He changed techniques again, using the full spread of his palm to grip onto the sides of Eddie's back, squeezing and pressing as he made his way back down to Eddie's tailbone again. Moreso his waist, with where Buck's hands were placed, and when Eddie felt Buck grip onto it, his thumbs massaging small circles into either side of his waist, Buck paused.
Peeking open his eyes, Eddie peered back over his shoulder. "All done?" He asked, though he was really really hoping they weren't.
Truth be told, his ache melted away pretty quickly under Buck's talented hands, but he had never gotten a massage like this. Sure, girlfriends in the past have definitely given him a few here and there, but the way Buck worked him, Eddie knew he would be dreaming about this.
"Uh, no—no, sorry," Buck said quickly, lifting his hands. "Need more coconut oil I think." He said. Eddie heard him pick up the jar, and heard the slick glide of the oil between his hands again as he warmed it up.
Eddie didn't really notice the need for any more, it felt like that small amount had been working just fine, but then again, he's not the expert here, so he doesn't say anything as Buck slides up his back with the oil, pressing in deeply with the heel of his palm.
Eddie groans out, his fingers gripping tightly onto the pillow he was resting against. The sweet smell of the coconut oil was sitting heavy in the air now, and it was helping him relax into Buck's touch further. The only thing missing at this point was to dim the lights and add a few candles.
"Smells good." Eddie said, his cheek smushed against the pillow. He felt pretty out of it, his mind clouded and foggy with the way Buck was continuously pressing and massaging into him. He had never felt this loose and pliable in his life.
Buck laughed behind him. "Most places actually use fractionated coconut oil, so it doesn't smell as nice as the unrefined." He said. "But I'm just massaging your back, so unrefined works okay enough."
Eddie tried to focus on what Buck was saying. He really did. But Buck was grabbing at his waist again, and his skin felt so hot under Buck's touch, and before he could even think to stop it, he let out another moan. Longer, almost erotic as he felt the corner of his mouth moisten with a stream of drool. Mortifyingly, he also felt a low heat pooling in his gut as his pants tightened around him the slightest bit.
"Feels, uh—feels good?" Buck asked, his voice coming out much quieter than usual. Eddie nodded into the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as Buck was working on his back. He was actively trying to ignore the uncomfortable growing hardness, but Buck's hands were downright magical, and Eddie really couldn't help himself.
The jar of coconut oil was distracting him, the way he could feel it uncomfortably pressed into his leg, between him and Buck. "Can you—um, can you move the jar?" Eddie said, almost gasping out as Buck kneaded particularly deep. "It's uh, it's kinda digging into me." He explained, his voice still muffled by the pillow.
Buck hummed. "The jar?" He asked. "It's not—oh, uh, yeah, one second." He said. Eddie felt Buck lift himself up, assumingly to readjust his makeshift massage setup. After a second or two, he sat back down, and Eddie couldn't feel it anymore. He mumbled out a quick "thank you", quickly followed by another groan.
Buck cleared his throat and moved his hands back to the divot, massaging with his knuckles again. "You think about what I said?" He asked, sounding more like himself.
"Hmm?" Eddie mumbled, trying to focus his thoughts on anything except for the smell of coconut and the feeling of Buck's calloused fingers on his body. "What'd you say?" He asked.
"That this might be stress related? High cortisol levels can contribute to a number of things, including back pain. Also insomnia, headaches, nausea, pretty much anything." Buck replied, emphasizing each symptom with a little more pressure in his hands. "You gotta find some ways to relax, Eds."
Eddie scoffed. At least, he tried to, but it was more of a scoff-turned-gasp as Buck lightly caressed up his spine, finger hooking into the bottom of his shirt.
"You wanna take this off?" Buck asked. "So the, um—the oil doesn't get on it. This stuff stains pretty bad."
"Oh, uh, yeah." Eddie said, lifting himself onto his elbows with shaky arms so he can tug the shirt the rest of the way over his head. The bottom hem was already darkened with stains from the oil, and just from holding the crumpled shirt, Eddie could smell the sweet scent. "This stuff smells so good, seriously." He said, mostly to himself as he laid back down.
Buck was quick to jump back in, now that Eddie's torso was completely bare he had more area to explore. His fingers worked deftly, spreading more of the excess oil up to Eddie's shoulder blades and even up to the base of his neck.
Eddie was shivering under his touch, feeling himself groan, low and steady with each particularly satisfying rub of his hands. He was fully hard between his stomach and the couch now, and the air in the room felt freezing where it touched his burning-hot skin.
He was trying so hard to keep still, but the pressure of Buck sitting on his legs was shoving him into the couch and it felt so good and he really, really couldn't help himself, grinding his hips just a bit against the cushion. His tip caught against the waistband of his underwear, and he let out a moan—not too different from the sounds he had been making before, but Eddie knows it wasn't from Buck's magical hands, and his face flushes with embarrassment.
"You ever try any?" Buck asked. It sounded like he was almost panting, his breath heavy and strong. "I mean—you bought some and never opened it, did you just get it on a whim?"
Eddie shook his head. "Don't even know why—fuck, Jesus—" He cut himself off with a broken, stuttered-out moan. Buck had gripped one hand on Eddie's waist, massaging the skin back and forth with a deep, deep pressure, while his other hand had made it's way up to Eddie's right shoulder, kneading into the tissue. Eddie felt himself subconsciously moving against the cushion again, his hands gripping onto the pillow underneath him as he tried to regain control of his own body.
Buck's breath audibly caught, the hand on his waist gripping tighter. "You wanna try some? Just a little? It's pretty sweet." He said, his voice quiet—almost trembling.
Eddie turned his head to the side, peering back at Buck with his eyes lazy and clouded, face still flushed red. He couldn't find the words to speak, so he only nodded. Buck looked just as affected as Eddie—despite not being the one getting taken apart via massage—and the fingers on Eddie's shoulder trailed up slowly to his face.
Buck only used two fingers, lightly dragging them across Eddie's lips. A smear of oil was left behind in their wake, but before Eddie could reach his tongue out to lick his lips, Buck pressed his fingers into Eddie's mouth.
Eddie's eyes widened in surprise, the sudden intrusion feeling foreign and out of place, but the oil coated on Buck's fingers was so sweet, and the hand on his waist was still kneading into him, and he was still so hard. Eddie kind of lost his mind.
He moaned around Buck's fingers, muffled slightly as he began sucking on them. He grabbed onto Buck's wrist, keeping him in place as his eyes glanced up to Buck's own, wide-eyed the same as his. Buck's pupils were blown wide, though, and as Eddie dragged his tongue between the two fingers, sucking them down to the knuckle, Buck bit down on his bottom lip.
"How does it—fuck, Eddie, is it good?" Buck asked, slowly starting to thrust his fingers out and back into Eddie's mouth. Not by much, only half an inch (if even), but Eddie could still feel where he was starting to drool.
They had really gotten off track from this massage. Eddie couldn't even feel Buck's other hand moving anymore, it just kept a firm, steady grip on his waist as Eddie sucked on Buck's fingers long after the oil had been removed. Eddie had found a rhythm as he dragged his hips into the couch, trying desperately to minimize his movements so Buck doesn't notice, but with Buck's hand where it was, there was almost no way he couldn't know.
There were a million things Eddie could do to stop this, end the entire massage, put his shirt back on, take Buck's fingers out of his mouth, and vow to never speak of this again.
But he also found that he really, really didn't want to.
"Hey—um, I've, uh, I've got an idea," Buck says, "to help with your stress problem." He pulled his fingers out of Eddie's mouth, dragging a bit of spit across his cheek as he did so.
Eddie's head was still turned, looking up at Buck. "What's that?" He asked, breathless and hazy. He willed himself to calm down—to stop grinding.
"You, uh, you ever heard of—of a prostate massage?" Buck asked. He had his hand resting on Eddie's shoulder now, with Eddie still holding onto his wrist.
Eddie huffed out a laugh best he could. "Don't tell me you learned that in, uh, in Peru." He said, trying to keep his voice light and joking as if it would dispell the tense air lighting up the room. As if it could hide the way he felt himself twitch in his briefs hearing Buck say prostate massage.
Buck smiled, not quite laughing as he replied. "No, that one is from other sources." He said. "Really good for stress relief, though. Tried and true."
Eddie shifted underneath Buck, feeling the stiff flagpole tucked away in his pants. He was leaking steadily now, the front of his underwear damp and sticking to him uncomfortably. He let go of Buck's wrist, bringing his hands up to sit underneath his head while he arched his back ever-so-slightly up towards Buck.
"If you think it'll help." He says, hoarse and much more sultry than he meant. Clearing his throat, he spoke again. "It's just a massage, right?"
Buck audibly swallowed. "Yeah. Yep, just a—uh, just a massage. You want to, uh—" He trailed off, bringing both of his hands down to slip a couple fingers into Eddie's pants and underwear to try and tug them down. Eddie got the hint pretty quickly, lifting his hips up and trying to help shimmy them both down over his erection.
Buck had to sit up on his knees for a second, but he tugged them both fully down and off, leaving Eddie shivering and exposed. Eddie felt himself throb, fully pressed between himself and the soft cushion of the couch.
"Whenever you're ready." Eddie said, angling his hips up as far as they could go with Buck still sitting on his thighs. He was shaking, every limb on his body felt like it was on fire, but all he could think about was the feeling of Buck's hands when they had gripped onto his waist, and the downright erotic flavor of Buck's fingers coated in coconut oil.
Buck was silent, save for the heavy breaths that Eddie was convinced even his neighbors could hear, but before he could ask Buck if he was alright, Eddie felt a hand grab into his ass, squeezing the cheek roughly.
Buck cleared his throat. "Alright." He said, his voice no louder than a whisper as he grabbed the coconut oil from the table. Eddie heard the sound of Buck warming a bit between his fingers, and without warning, he felt the warm glide of Buck's fingers across his hole.
Instantly, Eddie shivered, his hips thrusting forward into the cushion as he gasped out into his elbow, trying to conceal his noise.
Buck paid him no mind, using his grip on Eddie's ass to spread his cheeks apart. His two fingers circled Eddie's hole, applying the only a bit of pressure with his fingertip to try and breach inside.
Eddie was already panting, just from this tiny touch, and every push of Buck's fingers against his rim made him feel more and more like he was coming undone. When Buck's first finger finally pushed through, pressing halfway inside before sliding back out, Eddie moaned loudly, stuffing his face further into his arm to try and muffle it.
Buck was slow, almost careful as he fucked his finger into Eddie. The coconut oil—that Buck had definitely used too much of—was melting even further around his warm hole, the friction of Buck's finger causing a few drops to trickle out on each outstroke.
"You doing okay?" Buck breathed out, his second finger lined up with Eddie's hole. Eddie only nodded, enthusiastically shaking his head yes as he could feel his rim opening up to the second finger.
Once he had settled it inside, Buck quickly switched gears from thrusting up into Eddie to caressing him softly from inside, trailing the two fingers around in circles.
Even if Eddie had wanted to try and speak, to say something about how good it was, or to beg Buck to never stop, the moment that Buck's fingers pressed against his prostate for the first time, Eddie was gone.
His fists gripped onto the pillow he had, holding on for dear life as a broken moan crashed out of his lips, despite his best effort to keep it inside. Behind him, he could hear Buck stifle a noise.
Buck had only held his fingers on for a moment, going back to shallowly thrusting them in and out of Eddie's hole afterwards. "You like it?" Buck asked, hoarse and raspy. He pressed his fingers up against Eddie's prostate again, holding them there for a bit longer as he applied and released pressure.
Eddie's back arched, his hips trying to cant themselves forward of their own volition. "Mmh-hmm, yes, Jesus, Buck—" He rambled, trying to piece together his thoughts enough to form one full sentence. Though, Buck hadn't yet cut him any slack, still fucking his fingers up right against his prostate.
"Yeah?" Buck asked, sounding mindless and out of breath. "You look like you're enjoying it."
Eddie felt Buck's hand move from his ass back to his waist, grabbing onto it roughly as Eddie could feel the jar of coconut oil pressed into him again.
"Mmh—Buck, Buck—the jar, can you—" Eddie tried to piece together words, he really did, but until Buck moves his fingers away, Eddie had become almost incomprehensible.
Thankfully, Buck seemed to realize this, removing his fingers and lightly rubbing them against his rim—giving him a breather.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "You want me to stop?" Buck's voice sounded pouty, whiny, even, and Eddie would've laughed if he wasn't two minutes away from the best orgasm of his life.
Eddie shook his head into the pillow. "No, no, just—the oil, the jar—it's digging into me again, can you move it?" He asked, flexing his thigh where he felt the jar sitting.
Buck sucked in a breath, his grip on Eddie's waist tightening. "The jar is on the table, Eds." Is all he said in reply.
Eddie turned his head back to look at what he was feeling, and Buck was right—the oil sat on the table, right where Buck had put it. He glanced down to his thigh, where the pressure was, and sure enough, there was nothing there but Buck himself. Though, Buck was almost poking through his pants with how hard he was.
Really, it shouldn't be surprising, the two of them had strayed so far off path, gotten so distracted and maybe opened a can of worms that was better left closed, but the sight of Buck's own erection, matching Eddie's own between his stomach and the cushion, Eddie felt his last bit of sanity escape his body.
He flexed his thigh again, moving it up against Buck's bulge.
Buck gasped out, biting down on his bottom lip to try and contain it. Eddie felt him move against his thigh, felt how the front of his pants was already drenched through with precome. He had been hard for awhile, he must've been.
"It's okay." Eddie said breathlessly. "I bet you're probably stressed out too."
Buck nodded, using his grip on Eddie's waist to leverage himself as he purposefully moved against his thigh again, grinding down slow and hard. "Yeah, yeah—fuck, I am—I'm so stressed and—and pent up, that's why I'm—"
"You could use that to, um—" Eddie started to say, eyes fixed on the way Buck was rubbing himself against his naked thigh.
"My dick?" Buck asked, earning a dazed nod from Eddie. "In—in you?"
Eddie huffed out a laugh. "Yeah. So you don't have to, um, multitask? Make it easier for both of us."
Buck seemed to think on it, his eyes glancing between Eddie's face and where his own fingers were still mindlessly rubbing against Eddie's hole.
"Okay, yeah—fuck, Eds, okay. Just the tip, though, okay? I'll just use the tip." Buck said, almost murmuring to himself as he unbuckled his pants and haphazardly tugged them down his thighs. His boxers were already stained at the front, considerably so, and the sticky, wet feeling of it all against his leg was enough to earn a low groan from Eddie's throat.
"But Buck, please, for the love of God—" Eddie said with a half-smile, head collapsed into the pillow as he stared up at Buck behind him. "Don't use as much coconut oil."
Buck laughed softly, though his eyes were fixed on Eddie's hole. "Yeah, I did kinda make a mess, huh?" He asked, dragging his finger down through the excess slickness. "Lemme clean it up for you first."
Eddie was expecting a paper towel. Maybe a washcloth. Definitely not a tongue.
Buck had scooted himself back, leaning down so far that Eddie could feel his breath against his ass. He used both hands to spread Eddie's cheeks out, and without hesitation, he planted his lips directly on Eddie's rim.
He suctioned around it, using his tongue to lap up the oil spilling down Eddie's crack down to his balls. Buck followed the trail with his tongue as Eddie squirmed, legs shaking with the effort of trying not to move—whether it was forward to grind himself into the cushion, or backward to ride against Buck's face while he was french-kissing his hole.
Buck's hands soon let go of Eddie's cheeks—letting them squash his face further into Eddie's ass—in favor of grabbing hold of Eddie's waist again, on either side. He used this new leverage to move Eddie himself, pulling him down every time he pushed his tongue forward.
Eddie was a drooling mess, his eyes rolling in time with his hips as he felt Buck's spit trickling down in place of the coconut oil. His fingers had turned white with the pressure he was using to grab onto the throw pillow, squishing his face down into it to muffle the loud noises he couldn't hold back.
With Buck dragging him up and down, Eddie felt his cock pulsing between his legs, almost painfully now with how long he's been this hard. "Buck—" Eddie panted out, lifting his head to speak through gasps. "Buck, it's good—it's fine now, please please—"
Buck hummed against Eddie's rim, giving it one final kiss before pulling back. His face was covered in a shimmer—a nice, hearty mixture of spit and coconut oil. "Right," Buck said, "get on your back, Eds."
Eddie turned himself on the couch, just in time to catch a glimpse of Buck tugging his boxers down to his thighs. His cock was angry-red, throbbing and leaking heavily. There was a thick strand of precome dripping from the tip that Buck scooped with his thumb and ran down his shaft.
"Just a massage, right?" Buck asked, looking down at Eddie's flushed chest and spread legs as he reached for the jar of coconut oil again.
"Yeah," Eddie said. "Just a massage." He reiterated, loosely wrapping his legs around Buck.
This was definitely not just a massage anymore. It was sex. Eddie knew that. And Eddie knew that Buck knew that, too.
But as long as neither of them admitted to it, then it could just be a massage. Or, at least, that's what was running through Eddie's mind as Buck's newly slicked-up fingers circled his hole again. It felt different this time, facing Buck while they were doing this. Nothing to hide his face, nothing to hide his leaky, stiff cock.
When Buck pushed his two fingers back in, though, every thought in Eddie's mind melted once again as he felt Buck's fingers working to stretch him out.
His head tilted backward, back arching as he tried to thrust his hips toward Buck to meet his movements.
"Calm down, Eddie." Buck said, almost whispering as he stared down at his fingers going in and out of Eddie's hole. "Won't take too long. Just need you stretched enough for the tip, remember?"
Eddie only nodded, though he didn't stop his ministrations. Matter of fact, his hands gripped onto either side of the couch cushions, giving him more leverage to shift himself down further onto Buck's fingers. Buck let him, at least for awhile. He had one hand on Eddie's waist to try and keep him still—though it didn't work very well—but he was able to work around Eddie, scissoring his fingers open every time Eddie thrusted himself back down.
"Jesus, okay, okay, Eds." Buck said, pulling his fingers out of Eddie. "Here, clean this up for me, would you?" Buck rubbed his fingers against Eddie's mouth, waiting until Eddie's tongue flicked out to catch them to shove them fully into his mouth.
Eddie was much less surprised this time, immediately widening his mouth to make sure they fit, sucking them both down to the knuckle with quick swallows.
Buck didn't move them this time, just let them sit in Eddie's mouth as he moaned around the sweet, almost pornographic flavor of himself mixed with the coconut oil all over Buck's fingers.
Buck watched him with an intense stare, breathing heavy and slow. "Taste good?" He asked, out of breath. His other hand had snaked its way down to wrap around himself, stroking with the same rhythm as Eddie's sucking and swallowing.
Eddie tried to mumble a "yes" through Buck's fingers, but all that came out was a muffled sound and a string of drool sliding down his chin. Buck used his thumb to scoop it up, rubbing it over Eddie's lips.
Eddie could feel where Buck had begun to poke his tip at his entrance, prodding at it slowly and leaving precome dripping on his rim. Buck pulled his fingers out of Eddie's mouth, despite his whine of protest, and hiked one of Eddie's legs up and over his shoulder before finally pressing himself in.
A feral sound was ripped out of Eddie's chest, the warm, filling feeling of Buck's cock inside of him—even if it was just the tip—was driving him mad, his cock flushing purple as it twitched against his stomach.
"Buuck—Mmh, Buck—" Eddie moaned out, though he wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to say, he had no point to get across. Buck smiled above him anyway, his lips still shining with the oil from Eddie's rim.
"C'mere," Eddie said, reaching his arms up to try and drag Buck down by the neck. Buck was just holding his tip inside, not moving it yet. Though, when Eddie yanked him down, he accidentally pushed in just a bit more, nailing Eddie's prostate head-on.
Eddie went almost rigid, groaning into Buck's neck as he was leaning down over Eddie. He began rocking back into Buck, pressing his tip into the bundle of nerves over and over again, his whole body shaking.
He dropped his head back against the pillow, looking up at Buck—much, much closer to him now. Without thinking about it, Eddie reached forward and licked a stripe across Buck's cheek and onto his lips, sucking a bit on Buck's bottom lip to get the oil off.
"Right there?" Buck mumbled against Eddie's lips, holding his shaft steady while he fucked his tip into that spot with determination. Eddie was silent, too focused on dragging his lips over every area on Buck's face that shined with the coconut oil.
He was quick to get with the program, opening his own mouth up to match Eddie's lips moving against his own. Buck poked his tongue out, and Eddie latched onto it, suckling and shoving his own into Buck's mouth with fervor. It was barely kissing, moreso they were tongue-fucking eachother, Eddie desperate to taste the flavor smeared across Buck's lips.
"Open your mouth," Buck instructed, pulling back and taking a moment to admire how red-swollen Eddie's lips had already become, slick with Buck's spit and that god-forsaken coconut oil.
"Buck—" Eddie said, though it turned into a moan halfway into speaking. The moment his mouth opened up that further bit to let the moan out, Buck leaned down, nose-to-nose with Eddie now, and spit directly into Eddie's mouth.
Eddie swallowed it down, audibly gulping as he pulled Buck back down into a kiss before he even finished swallowing.
"It's—God, it's not—" Eddie mumbled against Buck's lips, distracting himself from speaking by trying to capture Buck's bottom lip to suck on again through his groans. "It's not deep enough, Buck." He finally manages to say, gasping into Buck's mouth as Buck continued the attack on his prostate with only his tip.
Eddie was lying, obviously, Buck had found it pretty perfectly almost first try. Though, it was probably easier since Buck had found it with his fingers first. But one more inch couldn't hurt anything, Eddie thought. They were already here.
"It's—it's not?" Buck asked breathlessly, his forehead pressed against Eddie's own. Eddie huffed through a guttural moan, trying to muffle it.
"Need more." He said. "Just a little, please." His voice was quiet, mostly a breath against Buck's mouth, but Buck still heard him.
He leaned back, grabbing Eddie's second leg and hitching it over his shoulder as well. He gripped onto Eddie's thighs tightly, pushing them against Eddie's chest as he followed them down, pressing his forehead back against Eddie's own.
Eddie's hips were thrusting upward, trying to suck in more of Buck as they sat motionless while Buck adjusted himself.
Thankfully, Buck was feeling merciful and didn't make Eddie wait much longer, pressing himself inside another inch or two before stopping, then continuing the grinding he was doing before.
Eddie's legs were shaking, his whole body on fire and being electrocuted at the same time. His eyes were watering with the sheer pleasure shooting through his body, but even still, through moans and drool and gasps, Eddie looked up at Buck. "Mmh, more—please, Buck, more, please." He begged.
Buck huffed out a laugh. "There's no way I haven't reached it, Eddie." He said accusingly, but pushed another inch inside anyway.
Eddie shook his head. "You haven't." He said. "It's not—fuck, it's not enough, please."
Finally, as if answering his prayers, Buck fully sheathed himself inside of Eddie, though at that point, he was already over halfway inside. Eddie slumped against the couch, gripping onto Buck's shoulders as his eyes rolled back into his head.
"How's that?" Buck asked teasingly.
Eddie couldn't speak, choosing to instead reach up to force Buck's mouth open with his tongue, pressing it back inside and savoring the flavor of Buck's spit. The sweetness from the coconut oil was almost completely gone at this point, but Eddie preferred the taste of Buck, anyway, so he wasn't complaining.
Thankfully, Buck accepted that for an answer, slowly dragging his cock out to the tip, and pushing it back inside. Eddie moaned unabashedly into Buck's mouth, his neglected cock leaking precome over his stomach as his hips canted forward to try and find friction.
Buck didn't tease him for too long, probably feeling desperate himself, too. He picked up a quick pace, fucking up into Eddie's swollen hole, making sure to drag the head of his cock up against Eddie's prostate each and every thrust in or out.
Eddie was a panting, drooling mess. He was ever-thankful that they were laying on the couch, and Eddie didn't have to hold himself up on his knees or stand against a wall, or really anything else, because he was being held up rather exclusively by Buck's grip on his thighs. Each thrust of Buck's hips filled his stomach with sparks, warming him from the inside out as his cock twitched between his legs.
"Fuck," Buck moaned into Eddie's mouth. "I'm—I'm close, Eds," He said, panting through their kisses.
Eddie nodded vigorously. "Me too," He said. "Me too, I'm gonna—" He cut himself off with a breathy moan, kissing Buck through it.
Buck smiled into the kiss. "Yeah? Yeah, c'mon, baby," He said, abandoning one of Eddie's thighs to wrap a hand around his cock, using the precome on his stomach to glide easier.
Eddie's back arched violently, his fingernails digging into Buck's shoulders and scratching across his back as he felt his stomach twist, the dam inside of him finally breaking as he came, spilling rope after rope of come across Buck's hand and his own chest.
Buck was quick to follow, panting "Eddie, Eddie, baby—" into Eddie's mouth as he spilled himself inside, come leaking out of Eddie's hole as he fucked through his orgasm, groaning loudly.
The two of them laid there for a few minutes, the room silent aside from their heavy breathing. Buck slowly pulled himself out of Eddie, both of them wincing as the loud squish of Buck's come mixed with the coconut oil began to leak fully out of Eddie.
Buck spoke first, looking down at Eddie's dazed expression. "I'm gonna, uh, go and run a bath for you." He said, his knees popping as he stood. "And then, um. I'm gonna grab my rug shampooer and clean your couch."
Eddie laughed, smiling up at Buck. "Okay, sounds good." He said. "Then we watch the next episode?"
Buck nodded, stuffing himself back into his pants with a breathy laugh. "Sounds like a plan." He said, starting to make his way to the bathroom.
"Oh, and Buck," Eddie called out, "Thanks for the massage."
It was fine.
They were fine.
It was just a massage.