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“No, it’s-“ Eddie hisses into the phone quietly, grinding his teeth and trying not to shout. As much as he’d love to do that, he can’t because Buck is underneath his desk, napping. His sweet puppy is finally down for the count for his afternoon nap, curled up and snoring softly—Eddie doesn’t want to disrupt that. “It’s not going to happen.”
A smile settles onto Eddie’s lips at the sight of Buck on his doggy bed in an oversized shirt, tight boxers that cling to his ass, his tail tucked lazily around his ankles, and his soft ears floppy with sleep. His face is lax with sleep, happy to rest under Eddie’s desk, completely relaxed—unlike Eddie.
Unfortunately, the smile doesn’t last long because his subordinate stammers out a reply, furthering Eddie’s irritation. “You cannot do that—we have an agreement to stay out of each other’s territories, and I don’t give a shit if your favorite place to eat is in their quadrant. Have it delivered for God’s sake, but do not step a damn foot in there.” Eddie growls, leaning back in his chair. The leather shifts slightly underneath his shoulders as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, wishing the impending headache would go away.
Thankfully, his subordinate gets the message and hangs up soon after, leaving Eddie to bask in the silence and Buck’s airy snores from under his desk. Eddie blows out another breath, staring up at the vaulted ceiling of his office. He knew today was going to be bad when he got a call from a tentative ally at six in the morning; it’s been downhill since then, because Eddie is pretty sure they’re less than allies now.
Speak of the devil, and they shall call. Eddie’s phone vibrates in his hand, and he has to close his eyes for a moment, wishing he could send them to voicemail or not even answer at all, but he can’t do that. If he wants to keep his relationships with his allies strong, he needs to pick up the damn phone.
Eddie opens his eyes, sees the name on the caller id and winces before clicking the accept button.
Today has just gotten even longer, and it’s barely three p.m.
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Forty-five minutes into the most annoying call of the week, maybe the month, Eddie’s trying not to throw his hands up, say fuck it to this alliance, and go to war with these brain-dead bastards. Seriously, he has to wonder how they’ve been in power for so long with how terribly everything on their end is run. He’s had to explain common crimelord etiquette four different times, and all have had varying levels of success in being understood.
Forty-seven minutes into the call, Buck wakes up. It’s obvious he’s picked up on Eddie’s quiet irritation, because soft blue eyes blink open, and one of his ears perk up, wiggling at the sound of Eddie’s voice that’s laced with ire. It only serves to make Eddie even more annoyed because how dare these assholes infuriate him enough to interrupt his puppy’s nap?
“No, I cannot simply walk into the rival’s territory and start shooting things up; that is not how I work,” Eddie drawls, keeping his voice carefully controlled. His hand scrubs through his hair, no doubt making it worse—he’s been tugging on the strands for the past fifteen minutes, and Eddie has a feeling it looks like he got caught in a tornado at this point. Buck whines softly on his dog bed—custom-made, because Eddie spoils his sweet puppy with only the finest; with the life Buck had before he came into Eddie’s life, and the way Buck had been treated in the past, his puppy deserves only the most lavish things—and shifts to sit up. Sleep-mussed blond curls shift as Buck’s ears twitch and wiggle as he stretches, the long curtain of blond fur from Buck’s tail tickling Eddie’s ankle when it passes over his foot.
“I don’t see why not,” the man on the other line huffs, petulant despite being nearly sixty years old. “It has worked for us; why not you?” Eddie has to take a moment to breathe—sure, it has worked for his ally in the past, but that’s because they went after such small rivals; the people didn’t even have enough firepower to pass around. It’s easy to quash people who have to share firearms between three people each.
“I am aware it’s worked for you in the past,” Eddie says, voice measured despite the way he’s white-knuckling his armrest. His focus is split between Buck and not losing his mind. His sweet puppy is sitting up under his desk, staring at Eddie with confused, sleepy eyes. Buck shuffles forward, and Eddie spreads his legs without thought, welcoming his pup into his personal space. Buck’s tail wags as he nuzzles into Eddie’s thigh, warm breath penetrating Eddie’s dress pants. It makes Eddie shiver slightly; the hand that’s white-knuckling his armrest pulls away to tangle with blond curls and puppy-soft ears.
Buck whines even softer, pushing into Eddie’s hand, his tail starting to wag faster. Eddie smiles, his irritation starting to ebb; however, it doesn’t last long when he hears his obnoxious ally on the phone again. Eddie leans back in his chair, watching Buck shuffle even closer, face almost pressing against Eddie’s abdomen as crawling fingers find and fiddle with his zipper. “Then I don’t understand why it wouldn’t work for you, Diaz. I know you aren’t scared, and have the manpower—what’s stopping you from using a little firepower to get what you want?” There’s that petulant huff again, and Eddie has to bite down every retort he has to find a more well-mannered one.
Eddie opens his mouth, but the words settle in the middle of his tongue as Buck unzips his pants and looks up at him with big blue eyes. He’s giving him those coined, big ole’ puppy eyes that are bound to get Eddie to give Buck anything he wants. Eddie raises an eyebrow, and Buck palms him through his pants.
Oh.
A smirk slithers onto Eddie’s lips, and Eddie gives a short nod to show his approval. Buck’s tail wags so hard it’s starting to knock against the walls of his desk. “Well, I like to plan out my operations down to the last letter—I’m not much of an impulsive man, and I care about keeping my soldiers at least somewhat safe.” Eddie shifts his hips a bit, sinking deeper into his chair as Buck’s warm tongue laps at his soft cock through his boxers before tugging them down.
That deft tongue swirls around his cockhead, big blue eyes looking eager and giddy. Eddie has to swallow down a groan as blood rushes south, leaving him a little dizzy as his cock fills. Buck’s hand is warm around his shaft, saliva already trailing down his cock as Buck licks him from root to tip, sucking his half-hard cock into his mouth and whining sweetly. Eddie’s thighs tense and jump at the vibrations, blowing out slow breaths to keep himself under control.
“Just think about it—instead of two uncoordinated attacks that’ll leave too many variables, we could have double the manpower and the upper hand. We can squash our enemies with little fanfare, and have a smaller casualty rate on our end if we work together instead of staggering our attacks.” Eddie’s jaw flexes as Buck starts bobbing his head, one of his floppy ears bouncing with the movements.
Pleasure floods his gut as his cockhead hits the back of Buck’s throat, causing the tight mouth to flex around his shaft. Eddie blows out a slow breath, bringing his hand back to rest on top of Buck’s head, petting along the soft edges of the puppy’s ears. Buck’s tail wags even harder, hitting the walls of his desk with dull thumps. “Have it your way, Diaz,” the man finally relents, and Eddie has to bite back a croon of pleasure as Buck hollows out his cheeks and takes him to the root again, nuzzling into the trimmed thatch of pubes there. Buck’s eyes go fuzzy with lust, shifting on his doggy bed and wiggling with barely-contained energy. “I’ll call you later to coordinate our attacks. A pleasure, as always.” It’s as good as Eddie is going to get, and Eddie is glad the bastard hangs up before Eddie can croon back something as fake as the man’s goodbye.
“Fuck,” Eddie groans, head falling back against his chair as Buck continues to suck him off and swallow around his hard shaft, drool collecting at the base and making his skin sticky with it. “Such a good boy, huh? Helping me relax,” Eddie coos, cupping the curve of Buck’s skull and petting in long, soft glides. Buck whines and trembles in place again, a single tear slithering down ruddy cheeks. “My good boy. Couldn’t have asked for a better puppy.” Buck moans sweetly, the vibrations making Eddie hiss and throb inside Buck’s mouth.
Buck works up and down his cock in steady, eager moves, curls and ears flopping and bouncing slightly with the motions. Plush pink lips split around Eddie’s cock, dragging up and down his shaft in a mesmerizing way. Eddie smiles as arousal builds in his veins, heating his core until his abs are clenching, and he feels uncomfortably hot in his suit. Buck’s body moves every few bobs of his head, one hand falling from Eddie’s lap to grasp at the cuff of his pants, muffled mewls and whines vibrating around Eddie’s cock.
“Oh, you need something to hump, puppy?” Eddie coos, fingers tugging at soft curls, coiling the blond strands around his fingers idly. “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, you have be-been good,” Eddie’s voice cracks slightly, a breathless moan leaving his lips as Buck sucks hard around his cockhead, his long, flat tongue laving on the underside of Eddie’s cock. “Here you go.” Eddie moves one of his legs to rest between Buck’s trembling thighs, sliding the tip of his dress shoes over the quivering limb before settling his foot right where Buck wants it. Buck keens, and his tail thrashes behind him as he humps along the curved top of Eddie’s dress shoe, desperate and wanting.
“Look at you,” Eddie moans, resting his cheek against his hand, elbow digging into the armrest as Buck’s lust-blown, teary eyes slip shut, hand trembling where it cups Eddie’s sock-clad ankle. He isn’t holding, but he’s scrabbling for purchase—Eddie would take his foot away if Buck were tugging it closer to hump it better, but he isn’t. Because he’s a good boy, and his good boy works with what Eddie gives him. “So perfect, my good puppy.” Buck’s trembling thighs rock forward, humping Eddie’s oxford while still bobbing his head up and down—Buck’s a good multi-tasker, he has to say.
Eddie opens his mouth, praise on the tip of his tongue, but his phone vibrates in his hand, and Eddie groans. Dios mio, he’s going to kill someone if this is another stupid call—he’s already had too many of them today; he doesn’t need any more. Especially not when his beautiful puppy is humping his shoe and sucking him off like a good boy, eager to please and make Eddie feel better. Eddie checks the caller id, grits his teeth—another annoying ally that still makes him wonder how they’re in power—and clicks accept. “Diaz,” he says into the phone, irritation flaring in his pleasure-warm gut, but it’s stifled as Buck swallows around him, nuzzling into his abdomen as he pulls back only to dip down just as quickly.
“Hello, Diaz. I heard you’re attacking one of your rivals—someone who has also been a real thorn in my side,” the woman’s old, crackly drawl—which she’s obviously trying to manufacture as silky-smooth and devastatingly powerful, but it’s falling flat—comes through the phone. Eddie has to close his eyes and wonder why he hasn’t just broken the alliance with these people and swallowed their territories whole with his influence and power. Seriously, he should have just done that instead of deciding to make them allies—they bring nothing but frustration and impulsive, dangerous behavior to the table.
“Yes,” Eddie says, swallowing down a moan as Buck doubles his efforts, sliding his hips to hump the top of Eddie’s shoe with fervent desire. Buck’s head works up and down, popping off his cock for a scarce moment to drag quiet, desperate breaths of air back into his lungs. His nostrils flare, and his long tongue laps at his slick lips. “I am doing that—where did you hear it from?” Eddie’s smile is tight, wondering why that old dumbass would tell someone of their plans when they just set them in stone. Seriously, they all may be mutual allies, but not every ally needs to know their business.
Buck tries to duck down halfway through a large gulp of air to deepthroat Eddie’s cock again, but Eddie stops him by pressing his palm against the blond’s forehead. Buck blinks, obviously stupefied, but Eddie pins him with a look and a raised eyebrow. Slow down, he mouths, and Buck pouts but dutifully breathes until he’s no longer gulping for breath. “Oh, you know, from the grapevine,” the woman hums, obviously trying to sound mysterious. It’s not working; they both know exactly where this information came from. “I’d like to get in on the action, you know? My old heart needs a good jump these days, and I think taking down one of the biggest thorns in our sides will provide that—how can I offer my services?” Eddie rolls his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose.
Pulling his hand away from Buck’s forehead once he’s sure his puppy won’t pass out from lack of oxygen, he starts to card his fingers through the blond’s hair. Buck ducks forward, eager to return to pleasuring Eddie. He licks a stripe up Eddie’s shaft, collecting precum and spit on his tongue before swallowing him down and sucking hard, making Eddie jerk. He blows out a sharp breath, pulling the phone away from his ear to make sure it’s not caught. “If you have manpower to spare, I’ll take it. I suppose I can rope you in on the planning stage, because I don’t go in guns blazing without a plan.” Buck’s tail continues to thump against his desk as his fingers tremble against Eddie’s ankle, humping hips losing rhythm.
Buck whines around Eddie’s cock, taking him to the root with each bob. His thighs squeeze against the sides of Eddie’s shoe, and his pants become heavier—too loud to ignore. “I would like that greatly. And, if you don’t mind me asking, what is that noise? That- that thumping.” Eddie’s gut clenches as Buck trembles against his shoe, cumming with a muffled keen as his throat constricts around Eddie’s cock.
“Oh, that? It’s just my dog; he’s very excited about the treat I gave him,” Eddie hums, shoving Buck’s face down until his lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. His cock twitches inside of Buck’s mouth as he cums, the tension leaking out of Eddie’s tight frame as his orgasm washes over him. Buck’s eyes roll into the back of his head, humping in erratic, shaky movements as he rides out his own orgasm while Eddie paints the back of his throat white. “Don’t mind him.” Eddie’s a little breathless, licking the backs of his teeth as Buck’s tail continues to wag. “He’s my good boy.”