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"So," Eddie called out. "What movie are you thinking?"
Buck's voice called back from the kitchen. "Anything works for me!" He said. "Go ahead and pop whatever you want into the player, I'll be out in a second." His response was shortly followed by the sound of a pan sizzling, and then shortly after, the popping of popcorn kernels.
Eddie hummed to himself, standing from the couch to make his way over to Buck's movie shelf. There were 3 rows of shelves, all lined with various genres of movie. He had a lockbox at the very bottom of the shelf, old, grey and dusty. The top of the box had BUCKS MOVIES written in sharpie, a little bit faded to time.
Huh. Eddie had never noticed that before.
When he lifted the box, first, he noticed just how dusty it was. Second, he noticed the key taped to the bottom. Well, that's handy.
Inside the box was roughly 20 dvd boxes, all blank aside from sharpie writings in the front. Eddie smirked. He had just come across the jackpot. Buck's bootleg collection.
Eddie starts digging through, but none of the titles sounded familiar. Either that, or they were shortened to just a single word, probably only Buck would remember which one each one was, but one in particular caught Eddie's eyes.
The only thing written on the front was Bruce A., but Eddie would recognize that name anywhere.
Bruce Almighty, starring Jim Carrey. One of his personal favorites, if he were to be honest. He quickly picks that one out, shoving the box back into its spot and setting up the disc in the dvd player.
The disc was blank, too, aside from the word Bruce written on top, but Eddie's bought bootlegs that aren't even labeled this much, so he's not complaining.
Though, Eddie's not sure why Buck has a bootleg of such an old movie, when their local movie exchange would probably have it for less than ten dollars. Either way, he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.
As if on queue, when Eddie pressed play on the dvd player—Buck had lost the remote forever ago—Buck walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn in his arms.
"Pick a good one?" He asked.
"Bruce Almighty." Eddie replied with a grin, making his way over to the couch and taking a seat. "Didn't know you had it, to be honest."
Buck sat next to Eddie, setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. "Uh, like the movie with Jim Carrey? I don't, last time I checked." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Yeah, it was in your—"
Just then, the dvd finished reading, and the screen clicked on as it began playing.
And it was definitely not the opening scene for Bruce Almighty.
It was Eddie's bedroom, actually.
And Buck was there.
"—bootlegs...?" Eddie trailed off, his eyes glued to the screen. "I don't think this is—"
"Eddie, please tell me you didn't get this out of the lockbox." Buck said in a hurry, turning to face Eddie on the couch.
Okay. So Eddie may have messed up. But in his defense, it was labeled as movies. Sitting among nothing but other, normal movies. How was he supposed to know it wasn't just a movie??
The video started with Buck sitting on Eddie's bed, his back leaning against the headboard, shot from the side. But the closer he looked, Eddie realized that this must have been during his move to El Paso, since the room was decorated with Buck's belongings, not his own. Huh. Okay.
An unknown figure came from the side of the camera, getting on the foot of the bed and crawling up to sit in Buck's lap. The dark room made it hard to identify them, but Eddie was too focused on trying to level his breathing to care too much.
His best friend filmed a sex tape in his bedroom. Right. That's normal. That's totally normal best friend stuff.
Buck seemed frozen beside him as the video continued to play.
The figure—Eddie is gonna guess at this point that his name is Bruce—began grinding against Buck's leg, and the loud moans echoed through the tv speakers.
"Eddie, you—" Buck began to say, but Eddie cut him off, clearing his throat.
"Not how I, uh, remember this movie starting." He says with a nervous laugh. Buck is still looking at him from his spot on the couch, staring at him to, assumingly, avoid looking at the television.
"Let's, uh, let's turn this off. Please." Buck said, his voice a bit strangled as he could hear a slick schlup, schlup coming from the TV. "We can rent Bruce Almighty, Eds." He pleaded.
But Eddie's eyes were glued onto the video. Onto Buck, specifically. He was fingering Bruce, who was moaning unabashedly, his hips grinding down onto Buck's fingers—borderline riding them.
"You said whatever I wanted, right?" Eddie said, breathless. He couldn't tear his gaze away long enough to even glance at the Buck sitting next to him, not when the Buck on TV finally unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick, hard and leaking.
Leaking a lot, actually. Jesus Christ, did he already come?
And the size of it. God, Eddie had always thought of himself as above-average, but the look of Buck's cock, not only impressive in girth, but probably upwards of ten inches, had him feeling micro.
"Look how wet you got me, baby." TV Buck purred, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat when he started to stroke himself, using his thumb to spread the precome down his shaft.
Eddie had to clear his throat before he spoke. "This is what I wanna watch, Buck." He said decidedly, grabbing a pillow from beside him to inconspicuously place over his lap, already feeling himself chub up.
Buck was already flushed red, staring wide-eyed at Eddie like he had just admitted to murder, or something. "This?" He asked incredulously. "You wanna watch—Jesus, this is—Eddie, c'mon, don't make fun of me." He pleaded, physically cringing when two matching moans let out of the tv speakers.
Eddie was staring. Hard. Bruce had just sat himself down on Buck, fully sheathed on top of him. Buck's hips were already thrusting up as he grabbed onto the headboard behind him, his eyes rolling back into his head. Jesus Christ, Eddie thinks, no self control.
"'M not." He says. His mouth dries up when Bruce lifts himself up, holding just the tip inside, and Buck thrashes wildly beneath him, trying to fuck back into him. "I wanna watch this." He states plainly, smacking his lips a few times as he stares at the tv.
Buck breathes out once, heavy. "Yeah?" He asks, tilting his head toward the tv to glance at the screen before dragging his eyes back to Eddie. "Really?" He settles more comfortably in the couch, shakily exhaling each breath.
Eddie doesn't reply, just nods to the screen. Buck seems to get the hint, leaning back and focusing his attention on the video.
Bruce had pulled himself off of Buck now, leaving his cock straining and throbbing as he tried to fuck up into nothing. He was dripping steadily, a thick stream of precome falling from his tip. His shaft was smeared with precome, presumably from leaking into his partner while fucking him.
"God, Buck, you always get that wet?" Eddie choked out before he could stop himself. He was sitting fully hard underneath the pillow, now, and he tried to subtly grind up into it as Bruce sat back down onto TV Buck and started riding him in earnest. Filthy noises poured from the TV speakers and made their way into Eddie's mind, where he was positive they would live for the rest of his life.
"Yeah, I do," Buck said, huffing out a laugh. "You, uh, you wanna see?" He asked in a whisper.
Eddie's head whipped to face him. "Like—?" His eyes trailed down to Buck's shorts, where his cock sat heavy and protruding. He was hard, too.
Buck nodded. "You've already seen it anyway, right?"
"I have." Eddie agreed, "Yeah, I wanna see, Buck." He said, and suddenly he couldn't even hear the video playing anymore. All he heard was his heartbeat pounding through his body as Buck looped his thumbs underneath his waistband and tugged his shorts and boxers both down to his thighs.
His cock snapped up, and Eddie had to remember to close his mouth after seeing it. Whatever camera Buck had used didn't do him any justice, he was somehow even bigger in person. There was already a precome beading on the tip, and Buck used a thumb to scoop it up and swipe it down his shaft, stroking himself quickly.
Eddie sat, slack-jawed as Buck jerked himself off in the living room, sitting on the couch, next to him. He was moaning quietly every other breath, and he bit down on his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows, and Eddie couldn't decide if he wanted to watch Buck's face more, or if he wanted to watch Buck's cock as it slipped in and out of his fist.
Jesus, and Buck was right too, he really was that wet. Just from jerking himself for a minute, maybe two, his cock and his hand were already covered in precome, dripping through his fingers as he fucked into his fist.
"Dunno why," Buck panted out, looking over to Eddie with a breathy laugh. "I just, uh, fuck, I—I've always been like this." He let out a low groan, his hand stalling around himself.
"Why'd you stop?" Eddie asked, out of breath and achingly hard. He was gripping the couch pillow so hard that his knuckles turned white, using it to slowly grind his hips up into. He was swallowing down each noise that threatened to spill out, too scared that if he were too loud, he wouldn't be able to hear Buck's sounds anymore.
The TV was only background noise at this point—to the both of them. Eddie was staring solely at Buck, and Buck was staring solely at Eddie, his head leaned back against the couch and turned toward him.
"Gonna come," He said, his voice a bit strained. "Been awhile."
Eddie huffed out a laugh. "Oh yeah?" He said. "How long is that for you? A day?"
"Try a week," Buck bit back. "That may not sound like a lot to you, Mister Prude, but it's killing me."
Eddie isn't exactly sure what kind of situation this was anymore. They were acting so normal. So... not like they just watched Buck's sex tape together, and then watched Buck edge himself. They were talking about it. Joking about it. He wasn't sure what the rules were, here.
But God, he wanted to find out.
"Hey," Eddie said, pushing the pillow off of him. The front of his sweatpants were stained dark with precome, and he was pitching a pretty heavy-duty tent. "Can I...?" He trailed off, using one hand to wrap around the bulge and squeeze.
"Yeah, yeah—fuck, yeah, of course." Buck rambled out, slowly starting to move his own hand again. "S'normal— normal, uh, bodily reaction." He panted. Eddie felt Buck's eyes burning into him as he tugged his own pants down, freeing his aching erection.
He wrapped a hand around himself, holding steady for a moment to feel himself throb in his palm. "Must be, uh, pretty nice." Eddie says, slowly beginning to move his fist. "Being that wet when you—y'know?" His hips thrust up, already desperate for a rougher touch while he watched Buck's dripping cock disappear in and out of his tight grip.
Buck shrugged, his eyes unfocused as he stared blatantly at the way Eddie was dragging his hand up and down. "Guess so." He said, out of breath.
"'Specially cause you're so big." Eddie tacked on, stifling a moan in his throat as he spoke. He watched as Buck's cock twitched in his hand at the words, and he almost drooled.
Buck let out a quiet laugh. "I don't think I'm that big, Eds." He said. Eddie barely heard him, too focused on the way his thighs were starting to tense up again, the way his hips were thrusting up into his hand sloppier and sloppier until they lost their rhythm all together.
"What?" Eddie said, blinking a few time to focus back on their conversation, processing what Buck had said. "You're just fishing for—fuck, for compliments now, huh?" He gritted his teeth through a particularly heavy groan as Buck pulled his hand away once more, leaving his cock throbbing angrily, standing at attention and flushed purple at the tip.
Buck's head rolled back against the couch cushion, his eyes gazing up to Eddie's face as he sat there, panting. "C'mere," He said. "Let's compare." His arms outstretched toward Eddie.
Eddie blinked, his hand stilling around himself. "You wanna make me feel bad?" He joked, but he was already shifting onto his knees to make his way to the other side of the couch, planting himself on top of Buck's lap.
The video had ended long ago, leaving the two of them in silence, aside from their matching heavy breaths and gasps. Eddie's knees sat on either side of Buck's legs, and when he scooted himself forward, his cock rubbed against Buck's. He felt the slick glide of Buck's precome, smearing against his own erection, and he moaned, not bothering to try and quiet the noise anymore.
Buck wrapped his hands around both of them, stroking them in time and stuttering out a groan. "Fuck, yeah, see, baby? You're pretty close to me in size, huh?" He said.
Eddie wasn't sure what Buck was talking about, having their cocks shoved together like this only proved just how much bigger Buck was, he had at least three or four inches on Eddie, and even being as hard as he was, Eddie's cock looked noodle-thin compared to Buck's thickness.
He couldn't bother to argue though, not when he could feel as Buck was leaking more precome down both of their shafts, sticky and warm as he jerked them. Eddie grabbed onto Buck's shoulder with one hand, using his other to wrap around their cocks.
Buck moved one of his hands away, giving Eddie room to start stroking, and wrapped it around Eddie's waist, shoving Eddie's sweats further down and grabbing one of Eddie's cheeks.
Eddie could feel where Buck's hand was covered in precome, smearing it over his ass as he gripped on tightly.
"God," Eddie moaned out, "Buck, please, please, use your fingers." He panted out, leaning forward to hide his face in Buck's shoulder.
He could feel where Buck's face lifted into a grin, his hand shifting to start rubbing two fingers across Eddie's hole. "Yeah? That okay?" He whispered, and when Eddie nodded vigorously into his neck, he felt Buck's cock throb against his own.
"Please." Eddie mumbled against him.
Buck, thankfully, seemed to feel merciful, and didn't make him wait any longer, quickly scooping up the precome spilling from his tip with his fingers, and rubbing it up against Eddie's rim a few times before finally pushing a finger in.
Instantly, Eddie groaned, low and deep from his chest as Buck started to fuck the finger up into him, the hand wrapped around the both of them stroking in time with his thrusts. Eddie's hips were stuttering, unsure if they wanted to push back against the finger inside of him, or forward toward the two hands jerking him off.
Buck's finger brushed up against his prostate briefly, and Eddie's entire body shuddered, and he melted into Buck even further, their cocks and hands squashed between their shirts. Eddie's wrist stopped moving, too distracted to focus on doing anything except squeezing them both together.
"Hey," Buck said, pressing a small kiss against the side of Eddie's neck. "Sit up a little bit, baby."
Eddie shook his head. Even if he wanted to, he wasn't quite sure that was possible anymore, not when Buck's second finger began prodding at his entrance and pushing it's way through to thrust in time with his first.
Buck huffed out a laugh, and the breath against his neck made Eddie moan out again. "I can't do much with you like this, Eddie." He said teasingly, pulling his hand out from between them.
Eddie lifted his head up, looking at Buck as their noses touched. "Just put it inside," He said through pants. "Then we're both taken care of, yeah?"
Buck's eyes widened, his pupils so dilated that there was barely any blue left. "Put it—Jesus, put it in you?" He asked, almost whining. His hips jumped up underneath Eddie, trying to grind against Eddie's cock and where his hand was still gripping them desperately. "I'll need to open you up more, baby."
Eddie, cockdrunk without even being fucked yet, smiled at Buck's words, earning a soft chuckle from Buck.
"Yeah?" He asks. "You want me to?" He pulled his fingers out, adding a third and pushing them up to Eddie's lips. "You gotta get 'em nice and wet for me, okay?"
Eddie obeyed, opening his mouth—still smiling—and taking Buck's three fingers inside. He sucked them all down to the knuckle, his mouth wide and stretched as he felt drool trickle down his chin.
Buck helped him, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in slowly as Eddie's tongue traced along them, slicking them up with spit.
When, assumingly, Buck thought they were wet enough, he pulled them out and brought all three down to Eddie's hole, circling it with the spit dripping from his fingers before pushing them all in.
Instantly, Eddie yelled out a broken moan, his forehead falling against Buck's as Buck's fingers dragged inside of him. His entire body was sweating, flushed a deep red and burning-hot, overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure he felt coarsing through him.
He had never fingered himself, let alone having someone else do it for him, so he never took the time to imagine what it would feel like.
Even if he had, Eddie could have never guessed how good it would be. His mouth was stuck open as he gasped and moaned against Buck, and he could feel where drool was starting to drip from the corners.
Their noses were squished together as Eddie's forehead sat against Buck's, and when the first string of spit dropped from Eddie's mouth, Buck reached forward to drag his tongue across Eddie's lips before pressing it into his mouth. Buck swallowed down the noises spilling from him, and as Eddie felt his body tensing, his thighs shaking where they sat on top of Buck, Buck pulled his fingers out. He was still kissing Eddie, sloppy and wet and borderline gross, and despite everything in Eddie's body telling him not to, he pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
Buck smiled against his lips. "Felt like you were about to come." He said. And he might've been right, too, Eddie realized. He had been too distracted by everything being so filthy and so good that he hadn't even realized how close he had gotten.
"Thought we were gonna do it together, hm?" Buck teased, reaching forward to press another open kiss against Eddie's lips. "Sit up on your knees, baby." He instructed, tapping the side of Eddie's ass twice.
Eddie obeyed, though not without a grumble, and lifted himself up. When he pulled away from Buck, their shirts clung together between where their cocks had been squished. Buck had spilled enough precome to completely soak through the fabric of their shirts, and Eddie could feel where it was smeared on his stomach.
While Eddie kneeled, Buck used a hand to grab onto his waist and steady him, while the other started to tug his sweatpants and briefs off. Eddie helped him, pushing them down and lifting his knees up one by one to get them off.
Buck grabbed ahold of his cock, squeezing it and stroking the precome down the shaft as he tugged Eddie closer by his waist.
"Sit down slow, okay? I don't wanna hurt you." Buck said gently , guiding Eddie down as he began prodding his tip at Eddie's hole and smearing the precome from it around his entrance.
"Thought you weren't that big?" Eddie scoffed, pushing through Buck's grip to sit down further, swallowing Buck's tip inside. He instantly freezed, feeling the tight stretch of his rim around Buck's thick cock and sucking in air through his teeth.
Buck clicked his tongue, though his face was scrunched up as he tried not to fuck up into Eddie. "C'mon, fuck, baby, what'd I tell you, huh?" He said, his hand holding on so tight to Eddie's waist that Eddie was sure it would bruise.
"Sorry," Eddie gasped out, "'m sorry, I can't help it." He whined, guiding his hips down further—slower this time, savoring in the way his rim was stretching around to fit Buck inside of him, the way the burn was slowly fading and being replaced by nothing but fullness.
Buck was having a hard time holding on, as Eddie was panting and groaning low on top of him, his thighs were shaking with the force of trying not to thrust into Eddie's tight, wet heat, already dripping with his precome.
"God, it's okay baby, I know, it's okay." Buck cooed.
Buck's tone of voice, so soft and sweet and attentive, made Eddie shiver, a broken moan falling from his lips. That must've been the final straw for Buck's self-control, because he grabbed onto Eddie with both hands, forcing him down as he thrusted his hips up at the same time.
Eddie was shaking, he could feel Buck's tip all the way inside of him and he couldn't even stop the sounds spilling from his lips if he wanted to. Buck was the same way, thankfully, grinding his hips up in a slow circle as he pressed his forehead up against Eddie's, moaning against his lips before darting his tongue out and tracing them.
Eddie quickly joined him, opening his mouth and making room for Buck's tongue while he sucked on it, biting Buck's lips every time they met. Buck's hands were squeezing on his waist, and slowly, he started to guide them up, and back down. Only a few inches at first, swallowing down any noise Eddie made as his cock dragged in and out of his hole.
It didn't take long for Eddie to get desperate, his entire body tingling with the feeling of being so full, of feeling how Buck's thick cock was the perfect size to be consistently pressed against his prostate, rubbing against it each time his shaft slid in. His hips were thrashing against Buck's grip, trying to free himself so he could set the pace himself instead of the painstakingly slow one Buck had set.
"Buck," Eddie moaned, pulling away from the kiss, "please, please, I need more."
Buck shushed him. "I know, baby, hold on, hm?" He said.
The sound of Buck's precome squishing in and out of his hole was enough to make Eddie whimper in his grip, tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes from everything feeling too much, but at the same time, not nearly enough. "Please," He cried, "please, please, please."
"Fuck, okay, yeah baby, okay, hold on." Buck said, his head rolling back for a second before he spread his legs further out underneath Eddie, planting his feet flat on the ground.
Eddie tried to fuck himself on Buck's cock, hips wildly thrashing to no real rhythm as he whined above him. Buck, ever so merciful today, tightened his grip on Eddie's waist before setting a rough, fast pace of fucking him.
Instantly, Eddie went limp, unable to do anything but sit and take it—and scream—as Buck was nailing straight into him, leaking precome out onto his thighs each time he thrusted out.
"Fuck, fuck," Buck was groaning beneath him, sweat beading on his forehead as he moved one hand from Eddie's waist to his stomach, pressing down into it. "Oh, Jesus, Eds, gimme your hand." He said, slowing his thrusts a bit.
Eddie, somehow coherent enough to understand the request, complied, and Buck pressed down on his stomach again with Eddie's hand beneath his own. He picked up the same fast pace as before.
"You feel that, baby?" He asked, and oh God, yes, Eddie did feel it, the bulge deep inside of him where Buck's cock was thrusting in and out.
Eddie cried out, a loud whimper as, without warning, he felt his hole clench around Buck, and his thighs tensed while his cock jumped, spilling ropes of come across his and Buck's already-soaked shirts.
Buck was still fucking into him as Eddie's body began to shook, the tears he had been holding in his eyes beginning to spill from the overstimulation. Buck was panting, deep moans coming from his lips as he still held down on Eddie's stomach.
"Oh, fuck, 'm gonna—" He stuttered out.
Eddie nodded vigorously, reaching forward to capture his mouth and suck on his bottom lip. "Inside," He said, still panting. "Inside, please, Buck I wanna feel you come inside."
Buck's grip on Eddie tightened almost painfully, and he bit down on Eddie's lip as Eddie felt his cock twitch inside of him before finally spilling.
Eddie should have figured, with just how much precome Buck produced, that he would have heavy loads, too, but nothing could prepare him for just how much it was going to be.
Buck was twitching beneath him, moaning into Eddie's mouth loudly as he fucked through his orgasm, and Eddie could feel the come spilling out of his hole and down his legs, almost never-ending. The couch cushion beneath them was beginning to soak with come, as it was already spilling down Buck's legs, too.
"So much," Eddie gasped. "You come so much."
Buck's thrusts started to slow down, the loud squish of his come becoming louder and louder as he fucked up into Eddie's swollen rim. "I know, 'm sorry, baby." He panted.
Eddie shook his head. "I love it," He said between kisses. "I love it so much."
Buck smiled against his lips, his thrusts finally slowing to a full stop inside of Eddie.
Eddies hole felt sticky already, and he couldn't see it, but he was positive that it looked a mess with how he could feel the drippings of Buck's come still coming out of him.
Buck was panting beneath him, but when his eyes refocused, he looked up at Eddie with a lazy smile. "I, uh, I think," He stopped to catch his breath. "I think I should carry you to the shower. When I pull out it won't be easy to clean up."
"It's already not gonna be easy to clean up." Eddie shoots back teasingly, looking down at Buck's come-coated thighs.
Buck huffed out a laugh. "You're right, so let's not make it harder. After the shower we can rent Bruce Almighty, yeah?" He asked.
Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh yeah? You don't wanna pick the movie this time?" He teased.
"Your first pick didn't count." Buck said with a smile, holding onto Eddie's thighs as he stood from the couch with a groan. "Plus, the only Jim Carrey movie I've seen is Truman Show."
Eddie scoffed, his arms wrapped around Buck's neck as Buck began making his way to the bathroom. "Yeah, you're right, we've got to expand your collection."
As they stood in the bathroom, Eddie still in Buck's arms while they waited for the water in the shower to warm up, Eddie smiled to himself.
He wasn't quite sure how they got here, but he hoped they never left.