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The empty beer bottles on Buck's coffee table had multiplied over the course of the evening, a small army of glass soldiers bearing witness to the conversation that had meandered from work complaints to childhood stories to increasingly personal confessions. Eddie sat at one end of the couch, his body angled toward Buck, one arm draped along the back cushions in a posture that might have looked relaxed if not for the tension in his shoulders.
Buck had noticed Eddie had been off for weeks now. Distracted during calls, quieter than usual at the station, and—unless Buck was imagining things—checking him out when he thought Buck wasn't looking. Those stolen glances had set something alight in Buck's chest, a dangerous hope he'd tried to smother before it could take root.
"You ever just..." Eddie started, then stopped, reaching for his beer and taking a long pull. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and Buck found himself tracking the movement before forcing his gaze away.
"Ever what?" Buck prompted, keeping his voice light even as something in Eddie's tone made his pulse quicken.
Eddie set the bottle down with more force than necessary. "Fuck it," he muttered, then turned to face Buck fully. His dark eyes were intense, pupils blown wide—from alcohol or something else, Buck couldn't tell. "I need to know something. About myself."
Buck's heart hammered against his ribs. "Okay..."
"I think—" Eddie's jaw clenched, and he looked away briefly before meeting Buck's gaze again with an almost defiant expression. "I think I might be into guys. Into men. And I need to know for sure."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Buck's mouth went dry. He'd fantasized about this moment in a hundred different ways, but never like this—never with Eddie looking so raw and uncertain.
"Eddie—"
"I need you to fuck me."
The blunt words hit Buck like a physical blow. His cock twitched in his jeans, interested before his brain could fully process what Eddie had just said.
"Jesus Christ," Buck breathed, his hand tightening on his beer bottle. "You can't just—Eddie, you're drunk."
"Not that drunk." Eddie leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Months, maybe. I see you and I—" He broke off, a muscle jumping in his jaw. "I need to know. And I trust you. So please."
Buck's mind raced. He'd wanted Eddie for so long, had carefully locked those feelings away in a box labeled 'do not touch' because Eddie was straight, Eddie was his best friend, Eddie was off-limits. Except now Eddie was sitting on his couch, asking—no, begging—Buck to fuck him.
"You've been checking me out," Buck said slowly, watching Eddie's face. A flush crept up Eddie's neck, confirming what Buck had suspected. "I thought I was imagining it."
"You weren't." Eddie's voice was rough. "So will you? Will you help me figure this out?"
Buck's cock was definitely on board with this plan, already half-hard in his jeans. But he needed to be sure—needed Eddie to be sure. And he needed Eddie out of his own head, because he could see the wheels turning behind those dark eyes, Eddie trying to analyze and control something that couldn't be controlled.
"Yeah," Buck said finally, setting his beer down. "Yeah, I'll help you. But we're doing this my way."
Eddie's eyes widened slightly. "What does that mean?"
Instead of answering, Buck shifted closer on the couch, closing the distance between them until their thighs were almost touching. He could feel the heat radiating off Eddie's body, could smell his cologne mixed with beer and something uniquely Eddie—something warm and masculine that made Buck's mouth water.
"It means," Buck said softly, reaching up to cup Eddie's jaw, "that I need to make sure this is really what you want."
He leaned in slowly, giving Eddie every opportunity to pull away. Their faces were inches apart, Buck's thumb stroking along Eddie's cheekbone. He could feel Eddie's breath quickening, could see his pupils dilate further. Buck's lips hovered just over Eddie's, so close he could almost taste him—
And then he pulled back.
Eddie made a small sound of frustration, his hand coming up to grip Buck's wrist. "What—"
"Patience," Buck murmured, though his own heart was racing. "I need to know you're sure about this, Eddie. That you're not just drunk and curious."
"I'm sure," Eddie said, his voice rough with need. "Buck, I'm—"
Buck leaned in again, this time letting his lips brush against Eddie's, the barest whisper of contact. Eddie's breath hitched, his fingers tightening on Buck's wrist, and Buck pulled back again.
"Fuck," Eddie groaned. "Are you seriously going to torture me?"
"Maybe a little," Buck admitted with a grin. "You did just drop a bomb on me. I'm allowed to process."
"Process faster," Eddie demanded, and Buck laughed.
"Where's the fun in that?"
He shifted even closer, until he was practically in Eddie's space, their bodies pressed together from shoulder to hip. The contact sent electricity singing through Buck's nerves. He could feel Eddie's heart pounding, could feel the tension thrumming through his body.
Buck leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to the corner of Eddie's mouth, then along his jaw. Eddie's breath hitched, his fingers tightening on Buck's wrist. Buck kissed his way down to Eddie's neck, finding his pulse point and just breathing against it, feeling Eddie's pulse race beneath his lips.
"You're killing me," Eddie whispered.
"Good," Buck murmured against his skin, then finally, finally pressed his lips to Eddie's pulse point, sucking gently.
"Buck," Eddie breathed, and the sound of his name in that wrecked voice nearly undid Buck's resolve.
He bit down on the tendon of Eddie's neck, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to make Eddie gasp and arch into him. Buck could feel Eddie's cock hardening against his hip, could feel his own responding in kind. The friction was delicious torture.
Buck pulled back to look at Eddie's face. His eyes were dark, lips parted, a flush spreading down his neck. "Still sure?"
"If you ask me that one more time, I swear to God—"
Buck laughed and leaned in again, this time letting his lips hover over Eddie's for a long moment before pressing a soft, chaste kiss to his mouth. Eddie made a frustrated sound and tried to deepen it, but Buck pulled back.
"Tease," Eddie accused.
"You have no idea," Buck said with a grin. He stood up, adjusting himself not-so-subtly, and Eddie's eyes tracked the movement with hungry interest. "But seriously, Eddie. This is a big deal. I need to know you're not going to freak out on me tomorrow."
Eddie stood too, closing the distance between them. "I'm not going to freak out. I've been freaking out for months. This—" he gestured between them, "—this is me trying to stop freaking out."
"By asking your best friend to fuck you," Buck said, raising an eyebrow. "Very logical."
"Shut up," Eddie said, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Are we doing this or not?"
"Oh, we're doing this," Buck assured him. "But first—" He held out his hand. "Come on."
Eddie took it, letting Buck pull him back to the couch. They sat down, and Buck grabbed the remote.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asked, eyeing the remote suspiciously.
"You said you need to know if you're into men," Buck said, navigating to a streaming site he knew had adult content. "So let's find out."
Eddie's eyes widened as he realized what Buck was suggesting. "I don't need to watch porn—"
"Humor me," Buck said, finding what he was looking for—a scene with two men, both muscular and attractive, already in the middle of foreplay. "Just watch."
"Buck—"
"Watch," Buck repeated, his voice dropping into a lower register. He reached over and started playing with Eddie's hair, fingers carding through the dark strands. "And tell me what you feel."
"This is ridiculous," Eddie muttered, but his eyes were already fixed on the screen.
"Is it?" Buck asked, his fingers massaging Eddie's scalp. "Because your cock seems pretty interested."
Eddie's face flushed. "Shut up."
On screen, one man was kissing down the other's chest, hands roaming over tanned skin. Eddie's breath caught, his body going rigid beside Buck.
"Relax," Buck murmured, his fingers working through Eddie's hair in soothing strokes. "Just feel it. Don't think, just feel."
The scene progressed, becoming more explicit. The men on screen were kissing now, deep and filthy, hands groping and pulling at each other. One of them pushed the other down onto the bed, and Eddie's breathing quickened.
"So?" Buck asked softly, his lips close to Eddie's ear. "What do you feel?"
"I—" Eddie swallowed hard. "Hot. I feel hot."
"Yeah?" Buck let his fingers trail down to the nape of Eddie's neck, feeling the tension there. "What else?"
"My heart's racing," Eddie admitted. "And I—fuck, Buck, this is embarrassing."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Buck assured him, his fingers working at the tight muscles in Eddie's neck. "Just tell me."
On screen, one man was going down on the other now, and the sounds—wet and obscene—filled Buck's living room. Eddie made a small noise in the back of his throat, and Buck's cock throbbed in response.
"You like that?" Buck asked, his voice low and rough.
Eddie nodded jerkily, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. The man on screen was taking the other's cock deep, his head bobbing, and Eddie's hips shifted restlessly.
"I keep thinking—" Eddie started, then stopped.
"Thinking what?"
"About what it would feel like," Eddie admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "To have someone—to have you—"
Buck's hand tightened in Eddie's hair, just a little. "To have me what?"
"Touch me like that," Eddie finished, his face burning. "Suck me like that."
"Jesus, Eddie," Buck breathed, his cock now fully hard and aching in his jeans. "You can't just say shit like that."
"You asked," Eddie pointed out, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen to look at Buck. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted. "You wanted to know what I was feeling."
Then the scene shifted to preparation, one man's fingers disappearing inside the other, and Eddie let out a whimper—a desperate, needy sound that went straight to Buck's cock.
That sound—that desperate, needy whimper from Eddie fucking Diaz, Mr. Always-in-Control—shattered Buck's carefully maintained restraint.
"Fuck," Buck growled, and then he was grabbing Eddie, pulling him around to straddle his lap. Eddie went willingly, his hands coming up to grip Buck's shoulders as Buck finally, finally kissed him.
It was everything Buck had imagined and more. Eddie's lips were soft but demanding, opening immediately under Buck's assault. Buck licked into his mouth, tasting beer and something sweeter, something uniquely Eddie. Eddie kissed back with desperate enthusiasm, grinding down against Buck's lap.
Buck could feel Eddie's hard cock pressing against his own through their jeans, the friction making him groan into Eddie's mouth. He gripped Eddie's hips, encouraging the movement, and Eddie rolled his hips again, seeking more contact.
"God, yes," Eddie gasped against Buck's lips, and Buck kissed him again, deeper this time, filthy and claiming. His hands slid up under Eddie's shirt, finding warm skin and hard muscle. Eddie shuddered at the contact, his own hands fisting in Buck's hair.
They kissed like they were drowning, like they'd been waiting years for this—which Buck had been. Eddie was grinding against him with increasing desperation, and Buck just kept kissing him, letting him take what he needed, letting him feel how hard Buck was for him.
"So," Buck said, pulling back just enough to speak, "I'm guessing the answer is yes? You're into men?"
Eddie laughed breathlessly. "Shut up and kiss me again."
"Bossy," Buck teased, but he obliged, capturing Eddie's mouth in another searing kiss. Eddie's tongue tangled with his, and Buck could feel Eddie's cock twitching against his own.
"Please," Eddie whimpered against Buck's mouth, and Buck had to pull back before he came in his jeans like a teenager.
"Bedroom," he managed, his voice wrecked. "Now."
Eddie scrambled off his lap, and Buck stood on shaky legs. He grabbed Eddie's hand and pulled him toward the bedroom, barely making it through the door before Eddie was on him again, kissing him with renewed fervor.
"No more teasing," Eddie demanded between kisses, his hands pulling at Buck's shirt. "I need—"
"I know what you need," Buck said, catching Eddie's hands and pinning them against the door. Eddie's eyes went dark, his chest heaving. "But we're doing this right."
"Define 'right,'" Eddie said, his voice rough.
"Slowly," Buck said, releasing Eddie's hands and stepping back. "Thoroughly." He pulled his own shirt over his head. "With lots of foreplay."
Eddie's eyes raked over his chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I thought we just did foreplay."
"That was the appetizer," Buck said with a grin. "Now comes the main course."
"You're ridiculous," Eddie said, but he was smiling as he pulled his own shirt off with shaking hands.
Buck's mouth went dry. He'd seen Eddie shirtless countless times at the station, but this was different. This was Eddie half-hard and wanting, his skin flushed with arousal, his nipples already peaked. This was Eddie looking at Buck like he wanted to devour him.
Buck closed the distance between them, his hands sliding over Eddie's chest. He found one nipple and pinched it gently, and Eddie gasped, arching into the touch.
"Sensitive," Buck murmured approvingly. He leaned down and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Eddie's hands came up to grip his shoulders, a low moan escaping his throat.
"Fuck, that feels good," Eddie breathed.
Buck worked his way across Eddie's chest, kissing and sucking, leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. He wanted to mark Eddie, wanted everyone to know that Eddie was his—at least for tonight.
He dropped to his knees, kissing down Eddie's stomach, feeling the muscles jump under his lips. His hands went to Eddie's belt, and he looked up, meeting Eddie's eyes.
"Still good?"
"If you stop now, I'll kill you," Eddie said, his voice rough with need.
Buck grinned and unbuckled Eddie's belt, popping the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Eddie's cock was straining against his boxer briefs, a wet spot already visible at the tip. Buck mouthed at it through the fabric, and Eddie's hips jerked forward.
"Fuck, Buck—"
"Patience," Buck reminded him, but he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Eddie's underwear and pulled both his jeans and boxer briefs down in one smooth motion.
Eddie's cock sprang free, hard and flushed and leaking. It was beautiful—thick and cut, curving slightly upward, the head dark and shiny with precome. Buck licked his lips, his own cock throbbing in his jeans.
"Jesus," Buck breathed. "You're gorgeous."
Eddie's face flushed darker. "Buck—"
Buck leaned forward and licked a stripe up the underside of Eddie's cock, from base to tip. Eddie's hands flew to Buck's hair, gripping tight.
"Oh god—"
Buck took him into his mouth, not all the way, just the head, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the tip. Eddie tasted like salt and musk and something indefinably Eddie, and Buck wanted more. He took Eddie deeper, relaxing his throat, and Eddie moaned above him.
"Fuck, your mouth—"
Buck set up a rhythm, bobbing his head, using his hand on what he couldn't fit in his mouth. Eddie was falling apart above him, his hips making small aborted thrusts, clearly trying not to fuck Buck's mouth.
Buck pulled off with a wet pop. "You can move," he said, looking up at Eddie. "I can take it."
"I don't want to hurt you," Eddie said, his voice strained.
"You won't," Buck assured him. "Trust me."
He took Eddie back into his mouth, deeper this time, and Eddie's hips jerked forward involuntarily. Buck relaxed his throat, taking Eddie as deep as he could, and Eddie groaned.
"Fuck, Buck, that's—oh god—"
Buck pulled back before Eddie could get too close, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. "Get on the bed."
Eddie stumbled toward the bed, kicking off his jeans and underwear completely. He lay back against the pillows, his cock hard and wet against his stomach, and Buck had never seen anything more beautiful.
Buck stripped off his own jeans and underwear, his cock finally free and aching. Eddie's eyes went wide, tracking over Buck's body, lingering on his cock.
"You're—" Eddie swallowed hard. "Fuck, you're big."
Buck looked down at himself. He was big—thick and long, his cock flushed dark and leaking. "We'll take it slow," he promised, climbing onto the bed. "I'm going to make sure you're ready."
He settled between Eddie's legs, pushing them apart. Eddie's cock was still hard, leaking onto his stomach, and Buck wanted to taste him again. But first—
"I'm going to take care of you," Buck said, his hands stroking up Eddie's thighs. "Going to make you feel so good."
He started at Eddie's ankle, kissing his way up his calf, his inner thigh. Eddie was trembling beneath him, his cock twitching with every kiss. Buck bypassed his cock entirely, kissing across his hip, down his other thigh.
"Buck, please—"
"Patience," Buck murmured against Eddie's skin. He kissed back up, this time letting his tongue trace patterns on Eddie's inner thigh. He bit down gently, and Eddie gasped.
"You're going to kill me," Eddie said, his voice strained.
"What a way to go," Buck said with a grin, and Eddie laughed breathlessly.
Buck continued his exploration, kissing and licking every inch of Eddie's body. He paid special attention to the spots that made Eddie gasp or moan—the hollow of his hip, the crease where his thigh met his groin, the sensitive skin just below his navel.
"Turn over," Buck commanded, and Eddie obeyed, rolling onto his stomach.
Buck started at his shoulders, kissing down his spine, feeling Eddie shiver beneath him. He kissed the small of Eddie's back, then lower, to the curve of his ass. Eddie's breath hitched.
"Relax," Buck murmured, his hands spreading Eddie's cheeks. "Just feel."
He leaned in and licked, just once, over Eddie's hole. Eddie jerked, a strangled sound escaping his throat.
"Oh fuck—"
"Good?" Buck asked, his breath ghosting over Eddie's sensitive skin.
"I—yeah, fuck, yes—"
Buck did it again, this time lingering, circling the tight ring of muscle with his tongue. Eddie was making the most incredible sounds, his hands fisting in the sheets. The taste was clean and slightly musky, uniquely Eddie, and Buck wanted more.
He licked into him, feeling Eddie clench and then relax, opening for him. Eddie's hole was tight and hot, and Buck worked his tongue against it, getting it wet and relaxed.
"Jesus Christ, Buck—" Eddie's voice was wrecked, muffled by the pillow. "That feels—I can't—"
Buck pulled back, pressing a kiss to Eddie's rim. "You like that?"
"Fuck yes," Eddie gasped. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," Buck said, diving back in.
He licked and sucked at Eddie's hole, feeling it flutter and clench under his tongue. He pointed his tongue and pushed inside, fucking Eddie with it in shallow thrusts. Eddie was pushing back against him now, desperate for more.
Buck pulled back and spread Eddie's cheeks wider, getting a better look. Eddie's hole was pink and swollen, glistening with Buck's spit. It was obscene and beautiful, and Buck's cock throbbed at the sight.
"You're so fucking hot," Buck said, his voice rough. "So responsive."
He leaned in again, this time sucking at Eddie's rim, pulling it into his mouth. Eddie cried out, his whole body shuddering.
"Buck, fuck, that's—"
Buck alternated between licking and sucking, occasionally pushing his tongue inside. He could feel Eddie getting looser, more relaxed, his body opening for Buck. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking slowly to take the edge off.
"Are you—" Eddie turned his head to look back at Buck. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yeah," Buck admitted, not stopping his assault on Eddie's hole. "You're so fucking hot, I can't help it."
"Jesus," Eddie breathed, his hips rocking back against Buck's face. "That's—fuck, that's hot."
Buck pulled back, his jaw aching pleasantly. "You taste so good," he said, pressing kisses to Eddie's ass cheeks. "Could eat you out for hours."
"Please don't," Eddie said, his voice strained. "I'm going to die if you don't fuck me soon."
"Not yet," Buck said, reaching for the lube in his nightstand. "Need to get you ready first."
He coated his fingers with lube and pressed one against Eddie's hole. It slid in easily, Eddie's body opening for him after all the rimming.
"Fuck," Eddie breathed, his body tensing slightly.
"Relax," Buck coached, working his finger in and out slowly. "Just like before. Let me in."
Eddie forced himself to relax, and Buck added a second finger. Eddie groaned, his hips rocking back to meet Buck's thrusts.
"That's it," Buck encouraged, scissoring his fingers, stretching Eddie open. "You're doing so good."
He crooked his fingers, searching for Eddie's prostate, and he knew he'd found it when Eddie nearly shouted.
"Fuck! Right there, oh god—"
Buck stroked over that spot again and again, watching Eddie fall apart beneath him. Eddie was pushing back desperately onto Buck's fingers, chasing that pleasure, his cock leaking steadily onto the sheets below.
"More," Eddie demanded. "I can take more."
Buck added a third finger, and Eddie took it easily now, his body opening for Buck. Buck fucked him with three fingers, hitting his prostate with every thrust, and Eddie was a mess of moans and curses.
"You look so good like this," Buck said, his voice rough with arousal. "Taking my fingers so well. Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
"Then stop teasing and fuck me already," Eddie said, his voice wrecked.
"Not yet," Buck said, pulling his fingers out. Eddie made a sound of protest, but it turned into a gasp when he felt the cool press of the butt plug against his hole.
"What—"
"Just trust me," Buck said, working the plug in slowly. It was smaller than his cock, but substantial enough—about the size of three of Buck's fingers. Eddie groaned as it seated fully inside him, his rim clenching around the base.
"Buck—"
Buck flipped the switch, and the plug started to vibrate.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck—" Eddie's whole body went rigid, his cock impossibly hard beneath him. "What the fuck—"
"Vibrating plug," Buck explained, running his hands over Eddie's back, his ass. "Thought you might like it."
"Like it?" Eddie's voice was strangled. "I'm going to come in about thirty seconds if you don't—"
Buck immediately turned off the vibration and gripped the base of Eddie's cock firmly, preventing his orgasm. Eddie nearly sobbed.
"Not yet," Buck said. "I want you desperate for it."
"I am desperate," Eddie protested. "I'm so fucking desperate, Buck, please—"
"Not desperate enough," Buck said, turning the vibration back on at a lower setting.
Eddie groaned, his hips rocking helplessly. The plug was pressing against his prostate, the vibrations sending pleasure coursing through his body. Buck could see his thighs trembling, could hear his desperate gasps.
"How does it feel?" Buck asked, his hand stroking soothingly over Eddie's back.
"So good," Eddie gasped. "Too good. I can't—Buck, I need—"
Buck turned up the vibration, and Eddie nearly sobbed. His cock was leaking steadily, a puddle forming on the sheets beneath him. Buck reached down and collected some of the precome on his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.
"You taste good everywhere," Buck said, and Eddie groaned.
Buck kept Eddie there, right on the precipice, for what felt like hours but was probably only ten or fifteen minutes. Every time Eddie got close, Buck would stop the vibration or grip his cock, keeping him from tipping over. Eddie was a mess, begging and pleading, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Please, Buck, please, I need—I can't—"
"What do you need?" Buck asked, his hand stroking soothingly over Eddie's back.
"You," Eddie gasped. "Need you inside me. Please. No more teasing. I need your cock, Buck, please—"
Buck's control was hanging by a thread. His cock was aching, leaking steadily, and the sight of Eddie falling apart beneath him was almost too much to bear. He wanted to drag this out longer, wanted to keep Eddie on edge for hours, but he was reaching his own limit.
"Okay," he said, his voice rough. He turned off the vibration and slowly removed the plug. Eddie's hole was pink and swollen, clenching around nothing, gaping slightly from the plug. "Roll over. I want to see your face."
Eddie rolled onto his back, his cock hard and red against his stomach, his eyes glazed with need. There were tear tracks on his cheeks from the intensity of the edging, and Buck leaned down to kiss them away.
"You're so beautiful," Buck murmured against Eddie's skin. "So perfect."
"Buck," Eddie said, his voice breaking. "Please."
Buck grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on with shaking hands, then coating himself with more lube. He positioned himself between Eddie's legs, the head of his cock pressing against Eddie's entrance.
"Look at me," Buck commanded.
Eddie's eyes locked with his, dark and desperate and trusting. Buck pushed forward slowly, feeling Eddie's body resist and then yield, opening to let him in.
"Breathe," Buck coached, even as his own breath came in short gasps. Eddie was so tight, so hot, gripping Buck's cock like a vice. The plug had helped, but Buck was bigger, and he could see Eddie's face tighten with discomfort.
"You okay?" Buck asked, holding still.
"Yeah," Eddie breathed. "Just—give me a second."
Buck waited, letting Eddie adjust, pressing soft kisses to his face, his neck. After a moment, Eddie's body relaxed, and Buck pushed in further, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside Eddie.
"Fuck," Eddie breathed, his hands coming up to grip Buck's shoulders. "You're so—it's so—"
"I know," Buck said, holding still to let Eddie adjust. "You feel incredible. So tight and hot around me."
He started to move, slow shallow thrusts, letting Eddie get used to the sensation. Eddie's legs came up to wrap around Buck's waist, pulling him deeper.
"More," Eddie demanded, and Buck obliged, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. He angled his hips, searching for Eddie's prostate again, and he knew he'd found it when Eddie cried out, his back arching off the bed.
"There?" Buck asked, doing it again.
"Fuck yes, right there—"
Buck set up a rhythm, fucking into Eddie with deep, measured strokes, hitting that spot with every thrust. Eddie was making the most incredible sounds, a litany of curses and pleas and Buck's name.
"So good," Eddie gasped. "Feels so fucking good, Buck—"
Buck could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, but he wasn't ready for this to be over. He slowed down, pulling almost all the way out and staying there, just the tip of his cock inside Eddie.
"No, don't stop—" Eddie tried to pull him back in with his legs, but Buck resisted.
"Not stopping," Buck said, his voice strained. "Just... need a minute."
He pushed back in slowly, so slowly, feeling every inch of Eddie's body gripping him. Eddie was trembling beneath him, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach.
Buck reached between them and wrapped his hand around Eddie's cock, stroking in time with his slow thrusts. Eddie's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open.
"Please," Eddie whimpered, and that sound—that desperate, needy whimper—broke something in Buck.
He grabbed Eddie's wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand. Eddie's eyes flew open, meeting Buck's, and Buck saw the moment Eddie surrendered completely, his body going pliant beneath Buck's.
"Hold on," Buck growled, and then he was fucking Eddie in earnest, hard and deep and fast. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, and Eddie was crying out with every breath, his cock trapped between their bodies, getting friction with every movement.
Buck angled his hips, nailing Eddie's prostate with every thrust, and Eddie was falling apart, his whole body shaking.
"Come for me," Buck commanded, his own orgasm bearing down on him. "Let me feel you."
Eddie came with a shout, his body clenching around Buck's cock, his release painting both their stomachs. The feeling of Eddie pulsing around him, combined with the sight of Eddie's face in ecstasy, sent Buck over the edge. He thrust deep one last time and came harder than he ever had in his life, his vision whiting out with the intensity of it.
He collapsed on top of Eddie, both of them gasping for breath. Eddie's arms came around him, holding him close, and Buck could feel Eddie's heart hammering against his chest.
After a long moment, Buck carefully pulled out, disposing of the condom. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned them both up, then collapsed back onto the bed beside Eddie.
Eddie turned to look at him, his eyes clearer now but still soft with satisfaction. "So," he said, his voice hoarse. "I think I have my answer."
Buck laughed, pulling Eddie against his chest. "Yeah? What's the verdict?"
"Definitely into men," Eddie said, pressing a kiss to Buck's collarbone. "Or at least, definitely into you."
Buck's heart stuttered in his chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Eddie looked up at him, something vulnerable in his expression. "That was... I've never felt anything like that before."
"Me neither," Buck admitted, his hand stroking through Eddie's hair. "And I've been with plenty of guys."
Eddie was quiet for a moment, then: "What happens now?"
Buck pulled him closer. "Now? Now we sleep. And tomorrow, we figure out what this means. But Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"I've wanted you for a long time. So whatever this is, whatever you need it to be, I'm in."
Eddie smiled against Buck's chest, his body finally relaxing completely. "Good. Because I think I'm going to need a lot more... research."
Buck laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie's head. "I think I can help with that."
They fell asleep tangled together, the question of Eddie's sexuality definitively answered, but a hundred new questions opening up before them—questions Buck was more than willing to explore.