happy thursday! tagged by the always incredible @rhodeys <3 i've been working on a lil follow-up drabble (which is now over 1k and no longer a drabble) to it's okay, we're the best of friends. hopefully she'll be finished today and posted sometime soon :)
"Hi," Eddie breathes, eyes still raking over Buck's body. It's probably rude to stare this much but Eddie doesn't care about that either. He's pretty sure he's allowed to do that openly now, and it's not like Buck isn't staring back. His own brown button-up and dark blue jeans aren't anything new for him, but Buck seems to enjoy it so Eddie will let him look.
"Hi," Buck replies, lips curving into a smile.
"You look…" Eddie starts, trailing off as he flicks through a mental Rolodex of compliments for the right one. Gorgeous, astonishing, so fucking hot, like the rest of my life. None of them feel like the right thing to say.
"Oh God," Buck's smile falters. "Bad? I wasn't sure about the top but Maddie said it was good, and I don't know where we're going so I wasn't sure what to wear. I can change! Do we have time for me to change? Would you mind waiting?"
"No, Buck, no. You look good," Eddie lets his gaze flit to Buck's bicep one more time. It's the size of his head. "Like, really good."
tagging: @tweetsongs @sunflowerbuckleys @lesbucks @bucklesdiaz @circledwithaheart @dr-lizortecho @hawkslonggoodbye @tsunamikaela and anyone else who is working on stuff bc i wanna read it <3
taggd by the beautiful @zinnydark last week but heyyy what is time anyway #hehe Now, back to business... if we all look to our right here, you can see some good ol' pwp for beddie week: buck's just grabbed eddie's phone.... ruh roh.... 😳 whatever has he found?
And here Eddie stands, or well, sits, trapped in a devil’s bargain: let Buck glimpse the particular flavour of his vice, or stand and reveal the rock hard evidence of it. He chooses the former, rising fast—but the brief hesitation dooms him. Now he stands exposed, cursed with the obvious bulge and forced to watch colour drain from Buck’s face.
“That’s two men,” Buck says, voice strangely hushed.
Eddie can no longer feign ignorance. The slider sits damningly midway through the video; any elaborate excuse would only tangle him further. “Yeah,” he says, then, reverting to defensiveness, “What, I can’t watch two men going at it?”
His hand lashes out again, but Buck is quicker; a flash of instinct that yanks it just out of Eddie’s reach without even looking.
“Buck,” Eddie says, low in warning, which snaps Buck’s attention to Eddie, but also unfortunately brings Buck to his second observation of the night.
“Oh,” Buck breathes, eyes having dropped to Eddie’s bulge. “You’re—”
“Yes,” Eddie confirms with a long-suffering sigh, cheeks burning hotter than summer sun. As if he could hide the damn thing now.
tagging: @poledancingghostson, @soupfic, @eventuallyyouwouldtoo @eddiesstabwound, @eddiesilverstar, @bucksbabybelly and @dungeonsex2026 (this is sooooooooo not me trying to get a sneak peek of mothers boy fic. obviously nooooot. ha ha ha...) and @zinnydark re-tagging you if you have something to bless us with this week :-)
pouty frowny sleepy eddie diaz walking into his kitchen and then immediately just licking into his buck’s mouth as he steals that beautiful hot steamy cup of Their Shared Coffee from his best friend’s hand. best friend’s. that’s his best friend. and eddie just kissed him. it only takes him fifteen minutes to remember they’re not together and they’ve never kissed before. but now eddie’s in the shower and he’s just a man, so he might as well jerk off before he does anything about it
It's early, the sun barely tinging the sky pink when Eddie stumbles out of bed, shoving his feet into his slides, rubbing the grit from his eyes, the sound of his alarm still ringing in his ears. He is not a morning person, he has never been a morning person, vision dimmed and like his head is full of cotton wool for way longer than most people. Shift work and a kid has helped some but mostly he's forcing himself through his morning routine on autopilot, not fully awake until he's dressed, got through breakfast, in his truck and on his way.
He shuffles his way down the hall, walks softly past Chris's door; he doesn't have to be up for hours, no school today, Saturday, and no plans until the afternoon. The living room is tidy, Eddie notices that, Buck's blankets neatly folded at the end of the couch as usual, as he heads towards the kitchen, still barely cognizant of his own existence let alone anything around him.
Buck is leaning against the sink looking out into the garden. He's in his pajamas, less of a head start on getting ready than Eddie had assumed, his hair fluffy, curling up on one side and flattened to his head on the other, gingery stubble glinting on his cheeks. He's prepped lunch, something for Chris to eat when he wakes up most likely, and he turns when he hears Eddie come into the room.
'I made coffee,' he says, jerking his elbow in the direction of the Hildy but Eddie just steps closer, into Buck's space and the sleepy, familiar warmth of him.
'Thank god for you,' he says, his voice coming out rough, scratchy with disuse, as he snags Buck's mug, his free hand landing on Buck’s jaw, leaning in.
Buck's mouth is hot from the coffee, Eddie can taste it, dark and bitter the way Buck likes it, and he laps it up, stepping closer, tightening his grip. Buck makes a sound, caught in the back of his throat and his mouth opens wider on a gasp, letting Eddie in, the soft press of his tongue against Buck's teeth, sweeter and harder all at once.
One of Buck's hands jerks upwards, catching against Eddie's ribcage as if he isn't sure whether to pull him in or push him away. Eddie’s eyes flutter open, the sunlight painting their edges golden. He tilts his head, catching Buck's bottom lip between his teeth, soothing the sting with his tongue, rolling forward again as they find their rhythm, slower, shallower pecks into deeper, tonguing kisses. It's good and it's easy and Eddie loses time, loses breath, still half asleep and the taste of coffee entirely gone from Buck's mouth.
Almost as quick as it started, it stops. Eddie steps back, he's still holding Buck's coffee, hasn't even taken a sip. He prefers creamer and three sugars anyway and he needs to shower, setting the mug on the countertop and turning to head towards the bathroom. They can't be late for work.
Eddie turns on the shower and strips out of his clothes, stepping under the spray of the water, noting mildly that's he's half hard. He would be, Buck does that to him, pink and freshly kissed in their kitchen, pouted mouth bruised and slick with Eddie’s spit. Eddie touches his fingertips to his own bottom lip, the feeling of Buck's against him still beating there. The scrape of his stubble. Buck's lips on his. From when they were kissing, just now in the kitchen. His best friend Buck.
They don't do that. They've never done that. Except, it felt so right in the soft, early morning hush to step up to Buck and capture his mouth like that, to kiss him over a shared cup off coffee before he's even got his head on right.
Eddie looks down, fully hard now, and takes hold of his cock, insistent need blooming under his skin. He wants to do more than kissing with Buck, that's clear to him now. He wants to take him to bed and listen to every sound he can draw out of him, how sweetly yielding he knows Buck will be, how good he'd feel under Eddie, taking him. Eddie strokes himself faster and imagines fucking Buck hard, slow, quick, soft. His tongue feels too big for his mouth, his desire too big for his body with how much he wants it; more awake than he's ever been with this new knowledge.
They've been living in a strange sort of limbo ever since Eddie and Chris came back from El Paso, the raw edge of everything they've lived through enough to occasionally catch, sharper some days than others, but mostly it's been good. Mostly it's been as easy as kissing Buck in the kitchen just now.
Buck has been making noise about finding his own place because he can't keep sleeping on the sofa forever. Eddie doesn't want him to leave and yet he's still not found it in himself to ask him to stay. If he stayed he could share the bed with Eddie, share the couch when they watch TV with Chris, share the kitchen, share a whole life. That's what he wants. Buck by his side like always.
He squeezes his cock, close now, pumping his hand over his length, twisting his wrist and a thumb to the head. Buck kissed him back and if Buck did that he might want all those other things with Eddie too. He might get on his knees for Eddie, his back, he might let Eddie touch him all the ways he wants. He might let Eddie love him.
It rises quickly, then, pulsing hot, and he comes, stripping his cock hard and fast to the memory of Buck against him and the possibility of everything waiting for him just one room away. If Buck is still there, if he hasn't run out of the house in a panic as he's liable to do if Eddie doesn't keep a tight hold on him, grounded and secure.
Eddie gets out of the shower, no more than rinsed clean, and dries off quickly, shoving himself mostly damp back into his shorts and tank, hurrying back through the house, less than fifteen minutes after he left the kitchen. It's brighter now, the sun fully breaking over the line of houses past his back yard, and Buck is still standing where Eddie left him.
'You kissed me,' he says, dazed.
'I did,' Eddie nods.
'Why?'
Eddie shrugs, comes closer, 'seemed like the right thing to do. You want me to do it again?'
His heart is in his throat, he couldn't bear Buck turning him down, but he has to know if they can have this, now he's learned to want it.
'Yeah, Eddie,' says Buck, his eyes shining, bright and wet, 'I want you to kiss me all the time.'
Eddie crosses the room in two strides, catching hold of Buck with two hands, bringing them together again, as if they never stopped, and Buck melts into him, his hands on Eddie's waist. His touch isn’t tentative anymore, fisting in the fabric of Eddie’s top to pull him closer, lips parting on sigh, as Eddie licks into his mouth, desperate for another taste.
It's not mindless this time, both of them equally committed, and Eddie sweeps his thumb over Buck's jaw, to his chin, a hand to the frantic beating of his pulse. It makes Buck moan, everything spit and heat, reeling into each other. Eddie just came but he can feel it rising again, his arousal a dizzying, grasping thing and Buck is hard too, rocking against him, easy friction against Eddie's thigh on the brink of escalation.
They break apart at last, forehead to forehead, breathing hard. Eddie's hand is still clasped around Buck's throat, notched against his jaw, holding him steady as Buck sways into him. He drops his arm, palm to Buck's chest and the racing thrum of his heartbeat. Eddie just went through several epiphanies in the shower and he needs to be sure Buck is on the same page.
'This isn't just sex,' he says, meeting Buck's eyes, 'I don't just want that from you. I want it all, Buck. I love you.'
Buck smiles, beams, beautiful and freshly kissed and Eddie can't wait to do it again, do it a hundred times, do it until they've lost count.
'I—me too,' says Buck, breathless, 'I love you, too.'
Eddie leans in, kiss number three, and Buck meets him in the middle.
living in the space where Buck ragebaits Eddie to goad him into sex except he does it too often and eventually they completely skip the actual rage part of the sequence so Eddie just goes from minding his own business —> intensely and irrevocably horny the minute Buck does something even mildly obnoxious. and guess what. this does not deter Buck from being obnoxious at all
pouty frowny sleepy eddie diaz walking into his kitchen and then immediately just licking into his buck’s mouth as he steals that beautiful hot steamy cup of Their Shared Coffee from his best friend’s hand. best friend’s. that’s his best friend. and eddie just kissed him. it only takes him fifteen minutes to remember they’re not together and they’ve never kissed before. but now eddie’s in the shower and he’s just a man, so he might as well jerk off before he does anything about it
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