full moon shift except it's also a buck moon and buck feels Weird. like, amped. like a livewire. like there's something clawing at his skin trying to get out. and he can't stop touching eddie for some reason. like there's some sort of gravitational pull. as if he's the tide and eddie's the shore. as if eddie's a planet and buck is being pulled into his orbit. it's Gnawing at him. the need. to be close to him. to reach out. which would be fine, or easier anyway, if they were still partners. but as it is, it's fucking inconvenient. hen keeps yelling at him to get out of her way because he inexplicably keeps finding himself next to eddie, hovering in his orbit, reaching out to touch. it's easier at the firehouse in between calls because they're so often in each other's pockets there that it's far more bearable. but even then it doesn't feel like Enough. buck needs to Touch. god he wants to touch eddie so so bad. he's sitting next to eddie on the firehouse couch at the tail-end of their shift, knees touching, and he's vibrating with it. the need. he needs to soak over eddie like ocean over sand. wait, that sounds weird. not like that. because he's not—he doesn't think about eddie Like That. he doesn't need to soak anything! he just—fuck. he Aches. also he's hard now. on the firehouse couch next to eddie. fuck. he has to dig his fingers into his thigh. so hard it hurts. to try and claw back some semblance of control. but of course eddie notices. wraps his fingers around buck's and stills them. says, you're gonna draw blood if you keep doing that. and buck almost Whines at the contact, and he's still hard. harder even. and eddie's studying him like he’s a puzzle. and buck's heaving in breath after breath because he can feel every single point of contact between them down to the millimetre. and it's not enough. he needs eddie on him, all over him. in him.
and eddie's saying something now, asking if buck is okay maybe. buck can’t hear him over the roaring Need in his ears and the pounding blood in his heart and in the skin where eddie is touching him and in his dick. which is still hard. Fuck. eddie squeezes buck's fingers, as if to get his attention. and buck moans. on the firehouse couch. next to eddie. and then he's scrambling up, wrenching his hand out of eddie's and it's physically Painful. separating. a sharp, piercing pain. but he has to. he has to get away before he does something insane like drag eddie's fingers down to his cock. on the firehouse couch. and eddie's calling after him and buck's entire body hurts with how Wrong it feels the more distance he puts between them but he keeps going and going until he's in the shower room, stripped down, in a cubicle, water ice cold.
it doesn’t dull the ache or cool the heat roaring inside of him. so he takes a hold of himself and fucks into his hand until he comes. but that doesn't do it either. he's still hard, still burning. so he keeps going and he's saying eddie's name now. over and over. and maybe it was a summoning. because eddie answers. eddie's voice says, buck? buck. jesus, buck. and then he's there. he's there, and the ache settles, just a little. just to be close, in the same room, breathing the same air again. he's vaguely aware that his hand is still moving on his cock. but he can’t Stop. especially not now that eddie is Here. eddie takes a careful step, eyes wide, big and beautiful and something else there, something alive and focused. he's just close enough now that the water hits his shoes. he says, buck, and reaches out hesitantly, like he’s not entirely sure what to do. if it's okay to touch. like he's forcing himself to hold back. the same way buck was. and buck grasps for him with his free hand. fingers wrapping around eddie's outstretched hand, and the contact lights him up from the inside and he comes. again. and eddie's saying something. something like, holy shit, buck. and buck's saying, please, please. then eddie's in the shower with him, clothes soaking through, backing buck against the shower wall and kissing him. Eddie is Kissing him and it's. it's like buck can taste the whole shape of the universe in eddie's mouth, in the heat of his tongue. and he's saying, eddie. eddieeddieeddie. and eddie's saying, i'm here, i've got you. breath hot against buck's neck as he wraps his fingers around buck's on buck's cock. and impossibly buck's coming Again. shaking against eddie. who is still fully clothed in the fucking shower. it takes the edge off a bit. enough that buck can breathe again. and eddie's kissing him again. says, what the fuck, buck? looking at him with dark, hazy eyes, lips parted, panting. and buck says, eddie. and eddie's rutting against him. wet clothes rough against buck's thigh. and then he's coming. eddie is coming. against buck. in his wet clothes. panting into buck's ear. and they kiss and kiss. and buck says, take me home. i need you to. take me home. and eddie says, yeah. fuck. yeah, okay. and everything's a bit of a blur from there. he's being wrapped in a towel and eddie's helping him get dressed. and then eddie's undressed and he's hard still too. oh. fuck. but then he's dressed again. because he's in dry clothes now. and there's chimney. and buck's sick, eddie's saying. he needs to go home right now. and they're in a truck. eddie's truck. and buck's fingers are digging into eddie’s thigh as eddie drives. a constant point of contact. and eddie's panting, saying, fuck. buck, you gotta stop looking at me like that or i'm gonna— and then they're in eddie's house and buck is pressed against him, between eddie and a wall. and eddie is rolling his hips, hard and fast, and they come again, rutting against each other in the hallway. and then eddie is saying, buck. buck, should we? and buck says, No. because they shouldn't. stop or talk or whatever. he needs eddie. he needs eddie. he loves eddie. fuck.
buck is in love with eddie. he's in love with eddie and he's going to Die if eddie doesn't touch him. doesnt fuck him. like, right now. and he thinks he might have said that out loud. because eddie makes a Sound that buck has never ever heard him make before. and then he's kissing him. again. and buck's body sings yesyesyesyes. and he's pawing at eddie like a dog now, shoves his hand into eddie’s pants and lets eddie use buck's hand until he comes, biting at buck's throat. and then eddie's pushing him down into the bed. buck has no idea how they even got to the bedroom. and eddie's saying, i've got you. and buck says, i know. and then eddie's inside him. fingers sinking into him. wet and warm. and buck's coming again and saying, more, more. fucking himself on them. and eddie's kissing him and kissing him and making desperate wanting sounds that buck had never even let himself dream of. hitching up buck's legs. and then he's there. right there. pushing inside. breath hot in buck's ear. buck catches words, fragments of sentences. you feel so good, buck. so good. so Good. wanna fuck you. wanna fuck you so bad. and buck says, you are. because eddie is. pounding into him relentlessly. and eddie says, need you need you need you. buckbuckbuck. and buck wonders whether whatever's took a hold of him is taking hold of eddie too or if it's just some sort of insane feedback loop. and then eddie's coming. groaning against buck's skin. and buck says, love you. i love you. i love you. and he's coming too. but this one feels different. like an end and a beginning all at once. like the birth of a star.
it might be seconds it might be aeons before either of them speak. and when they do, it's eddie. it's eddie saying, i love you. i love you too.
later buck will swear that it was the magic of the full moon (the Buck moon, come on, eddie, that's not a coincidence!) that made them finally get here. and eddie will go 🙄 fondly and say, i don't need magic or full moons to love you buck. i've always loved you. and buck will go 🥹
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