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Is it getting hot in here, or is it just us? Five Alarm Fest is a 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star NSFW Fic & Art Week open to all 18+ participants. We'll be burning it down from July 15th to July 21st with a different prompt for each day. Please check out the RULES before participating. Prompts for the week are as follows:
DAY ONE: Coda or Missing Scene
DAY TWO: After a Dry Spell
DAY THREE: Intercrural (No Penetration)
DAY FOUR: New Experiences/New Kinks
DAY FIVE: At the Firehouse
DAY SIX: Rare Pair or Solo Play
DAY SEVEN: Creator’s Choice
Please tag all posts with #fivealarmfest2024 and post each piece to the AO3 Collection. Any questions? Feel free to send us an ask. Please reblog to signal boost and we'll see you in July!
Rating: E
Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz
Word count: 2.6k
Buck pads down the hallway and pushes the door to the kitchen open slowly. Sure enough, he finds Eddie inside, his back to Buck as he viciously scrubs the counter with a microfibre towel. A fond smile curls up the corners of Buck’s mouth.
And then the scent hits him.
Sickly sweet, like honey and cough syrup. Normally it’s a scent that has Buck’s heart soaring, but the smell combined with the fact that it looks like Eddie has stress-cleaned the entire house while Buck was on his 48-hour shift has guilt churning violently in his stomach.
Eddie’s in heat.
Five Alarm Fest: creator’s choice
4.4K words | explicit
under-negotiated kink | spanking | frottage | hand jobs | first kiss | first time | kink discovery | idiots in love
written for day 7 of @fivealarmfest: creator's choice
The Other Thing [On AO3]
Eddie's gas-guzzling monster of a truck breaks down on a Saturday, which Buck only finds out about because Eddie's got a pick-up game and calls him at three in the afternoon, out of the blue, for a ride home.
"Kind of the least you can do after you broke my ankle that one time," he says cheerfully.
"Sprained," Buck says, rolling his eyes, but he's already scooping up his keys. "How long are you planning on holding that over my head, exactly?"
"Oh, as long as it keeps working. So, you know, forever."
"Ha, ha." He kicks the door shut behind him, heads for the stairs. Eddie's not exactly wrong, is the thing. Not that he needs anything to hold over Buck's head, but he does, and Buck lets him. Will always let him. "Same place as before?"
"Yeah." Eddie hesitates briefly. "Uh, Tommy already went home, so—"
Buck sighs. "It's fine. We're fine. I told you that."
"I know. Just, you know, if you were trying to avoid an awkward moment."
"He didn't give you a ride this time?"
"He offered. I said I'd wait for you."
There was a time when Buck would have avoided looking too closely at why that comment warms him to the core, but these days, he knows exactly what he'll find. Still, he's smiling as he jogs down the stairs, and out into the sunlight toward the parking lot.
It’s not like Buck never runs into past hookups when they’re called out to scenes - LA may be a big city, but it can be a small town. As much as he’s grappled with who Buck 1.0 was and why he did the things he did, he's not ashamed to run into old hookups or anything, and it’s never caused trouble.
He just never expected for this particular hookup to walk back into his life looking just as good as the day they parted ways over a decade prior, one country and thousands of miles away.
“I thought that was you, Evan,” Jake says, and before Buck can say anything Jake is taking his face in his hands and kissing him softly on the lips in front of God and all his coworkers, “You’ve definitely grown, but I never forget an ass, especially one like yours.”
911 Five Alarm Fest Day 6: Rare Pair
2k | rated E | Five Alarm Fest Day 6 | read on ao3
Veronica takes a hearty bite of cake. “You never just. I don’t know.” Her tongue darts out from between her lips, licking at the frosting on the fork. “Have a craving?”
“Sure,” Taylor allows.
The fork twirls idly between Veronica’s slender fingers. “And you never…give in to it?”
after a disaster of a double date, Taylor and Veronica talk
Taylor sits in the front seat of her Corolla, fuming. It’s not often that she feels like this—like such an idiot.
Fucking Evan Buckley and his childish fixation on making sure everyone in the entire world likes him. Taylor doesn’t need to be liked. Never has. But Buck—you’d think the world comes crashing down the second someone treats him with mild apathy.
Which is ironic considering his taste in women, if Veronica and Taylor herself are anything to go off of.
What a goddamn waste. Here she is, all dolled up in her red dress, the one she bought for the station’s Christmas Party last year, push-up bra that makes her boobs look amazing, hair perfectly curled, make-up—well, it was perfect before she started crying. It feels a little too pathetic to go back to her shitty one-bedroom apartment when she went through the trouble to look this good.
There’s a patio bar not too far from here she’s been to before. The bar scene in DTLA is usually a bit too crowded and extra for her taste, but fuck it. She’ll go, have a drink, maybe pick someone up, and salvage this shitshow of an evening.
Decision made, she gets out of the car, and is just slamming the driver’s door shut when the back stairwell of Buck’s apartment building opens. Light spills from within, haloing a slim figure and a cascade of long, brown hair.
“Taylor Kelly?”
It’s Veronica. Before Taylor can even respond, Veronica’s tossing a trash bag into the dumpsters and striding over.
“I thought you had a story to prep for,” Veronica says, crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk. “Or is the story ‘LA firefighter acts like a bag of dicks?’”
Taylor snorts. “Not sure that’s groundbreaking enough for even the four o’clock news.”
Veronica arches a perfect dark eyebrow. “Well, if you are free, you could come back upstairs and finish that glass of wine?”
“With you and your boyfriend?”
“Just me,” Veronica says, teeth flashing in the streetlight. “No boyfriend. Never was. Definitely isn’t now.”
3.4K words | explicit
hate sex | semi-public sex | vaginal fingering | PIV sex | self-destructive behavior | jealousy | pining | angst | past Buck/Taylor | pre-relationship Buck/Eddie | mentioned Buck/Tommy
written for @fivealarmfest day 6: rare pair or solo play
another hole to mend [On AO3]
She really does consider just turning around and walking the other way. For at least a few seconds, she considers it. But she didn't get to be a reporter without developing an instinct for blood and an aversion to walking away from a good story, and this: Eddie Diaz hunched over the bar with a miserable twist to his mouth and a mostly-empty beer in front of him—
This has all the marks of a good story. Or blood in the water, maybe.
"Fancy meeting you here," she remarks, sliding up beside him to settle at the bar. There are no empty seats on either side of him, and in any case he has the look of a man drinking alone.
He flinches a little, but covers it pretty well. When he tilts his head up to look at her, it's with an expression of irritated politeness that's pretty much the only way he's ever looked at her. That, or occasionally unsubtly trying to kill her with his brain.
"Taylor," he says flatly.
"Here all by yourself?"
"What do you want?"
"I assume you'd be saving a seat for Buck if he wandered off."
4k | rated E | Five Alarm Fest Day 5 | read on ao3
It’s also not unusual that the app bay is almost empty when they walk inside, save for one engine parked along the side.
What is unusual is the rows of white folding chairs facing the back wall. And the archway adorned with greenery and pale pink blossoms set up beneath the loft. And all of their friends milling about the app bay, dressed up like…
Like they’re attending a wedding.
Buck and Eddie's wedding day doesn't exactly go according to plan.
Rain finally comes on Sunday morning. By the afternoon, the governor declares the state of emergency over. After a grueling two weeks of battling wildfires across Topanga and Simi Valley, everyone at the 118 gets sent home.
They’d been on call for basically the duration of the state of emergency, and by the end of it, they’d all been running on sweat and fumes. Buck and Eddie rinse the past two weeks off themselves—the soot, the smoke, the grim exhaustion—and stumble into the Jeep.
They’re beyond exhausted by the time they shamble into the house and drag themselves into bed. But beneath the bone-tired weariness, there’s a need to be close to each other, so Eddie rolls into the center of the bed and opens his arms. Buck goes right into them, two hundred pounds of muscle and snuggles.
He sucks in a shaky breath and burrows into Eddie’s chest. “We’re supposed to be married.”
Eddie cards his fingers gently through his hair. “Are you thinking about the wedding?”
It had been months of planning. Months of Buck and Chris driving everyone around them completely insane because they needed every detail to be perfect. The wildfires had thrown everything out the window—even if they’d managed to get the day off, their wedding venue in Malibu had to close due to the smoke.
Buck shakes his head. “After everything we’ve seen over the past few weeks…after all that devastation…I’m just glad we’re here. Everyone we love is safe in their homes. That’s all that matters to me.”
Eddie strokes his fingers over Buck’s temple, brushing his thumb over his blush-pink birthmark. He loves this man so much. And Eddie knows—has known, since the minute Buck breathlessly confessed his feelings and Eddie took his face between his hands and kissed him for the first time—that he’s going to love him for the rest of his life. “We’ll figure it out. We can still have the perfect wedding you wanted.”
1.2K words | explicit
established relationship | semi-public sex | rimming | anal sex | teasing | spit as lube
Workplace Regulations [On AO3]
"We are so getting fired," Eddie says, but he's laughing as Buck shoves him toward the linen closet that no one actually uses because the door has a habit of getting jammed shut. There are a few lonely stacks of towels and washcloths in there, and the faint smell of mildew. Sexy, it is not.
What it is, is private. Especially after Buck pulls the door shut behind him and hooks the latch.
"We're not getting fired. We're not even on shift. Nobody's gonna be looking for us."
"Yeah, I'm still pretty sure this goes against regulations," Eddie mutters, but he's still laughing. "I thought you and your clipboard loved regulations."
"You love my clipboard."
"Nope."
"Maybe I should have brought it. For, like. Plausible deniability."
Eddie snickers as Buck maneuvers him back against the shelves, spinning him around in the darkness. "You really think having a clipboard is gonna help if someone catches us fucking in a supply closet?"
"Yeah, okay, good point." He shoves his smiling face against the back of Eddie's neck and ruts against his ass a couple of times before snaking a hand around to start undoing his belt. Even in the near-total darkness, he manages it with the ease of long practice. He pushes a hand inside to find Eddie already mostly hard, despite his complaining. "I'll make a note. Firefighter Eddie Diaz, exemplary performance in the field—"
"You better shut up if you don't want anyone to hear us," Eddie says, but the snark is kind of undercut by the shaky breath he lets out when Buck rubs a thumb under the head of his cock. "You have lube?"
"Nope," Buck says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Eddie's uniform pants and tugging them down. "Speaking of items not on the approved checklist for work supplies—"
"I'm gonna kill you, for real," Eddie says, clearly not meaning it at all.
"We do actually have lube in the medical supplies," Buck adds thoughtfully. "I'll grab some next time. For now—how do you feel about improvising in the field?"
"Dick," Eddie says. He's clearly trying to muffle his laughter into the towels, and not really managing it.
"I'll take that as an affirmative," Buck says, and sinks to his knees. He hears Eddie's breath catch as he gets it, and he presses a smile to the underside of Eddie's ass, then bites him there. A sharp gasp from overhead. "Better put something over your mouth. Don't want anyone to hear you screaming my name."
"You're such a fucking cocky—ohhh," Eddie breaks off with a breathy moan when Buck spreads his asscheeks and licks a broad, wet stripe over his hole. Then, muffled. "Fucker."
Buck bites his ass again for that one. This time, Eddie's moan is even more muffled, like he's biting down on something soft. That means Buck is cleared to get back to it, and so he does, lipping at Eddie's rim and then working his tongue into him while Eddie breathes ragged and fast above his head, muffling moans into whatever he shoved into his mouth so he doesn't start yelling. Buck licks him open, getting him sloppy wet, then works a couple of fingers into him, twisting until he gets the angle that makes Eddie jerk and whine.
If he had time, he could probably make Eddie come just from this, but even if nobody's looking for them, they're on borrowed time. A firehouse is loud, and Eddie's being pretty quiet with a towel or whatever shoved in his mouth, but that's not going to help if someone actually stops outside the door.
He pushes his tongue up Eddie's ass again along with his fingers, then slides out, climbing to his feet and undoing his belt and pants as he does.
"Ready?" he whispers, and Eddie makes a muffled affirmative noise that might include a death threat. Buck pulls himself out and spits on his hand to slick himself up before settling between Eddie's spread thighs. His cock nudges at Eddie's spit-wet hole. He feels Eddie breathe in and relax deliberately, loosening up to let him in as he pushes the head of his cock past that tight ring of muscle and sinks into the welcoming heat of Eddie's body.
"So fucking tight," he whispers, and Eddie is—it's a good thing Buck always leaks so much, because the spit is barely anything, barely enough to ease the slide; it feels rough, even as slow as he's going. As slow as he has to go, rolling his hips and feeling Eddie moan and clench around him. He slides his hand around to pull at Eddie's cock, sliding his fingers over the wet head and then down, cupping Eddie's balls and feeling how they're drawn up tight. "God, you're so close already, huh."
Eddie moans again, shoving back against him, a clear shut up already and fuck me, so Buck shuts up and fucks him, a slow deep grind that feels so good he's going to lose his mind, probably. It's hard to keep a rhythm going on Eddie's cock to match it; after a moment, Eddie reaches down to help him, gripping his hand tightly over Buck's and setting a quick, almost punishing pace. His breathing goes faster and faster, his hips working to the rhythm of his hand, working him back onto Buck's cock with small desperate noises catching in the back of his throat. Buck braces a hand blindly on the shelf in front of him and lets Eddie do it, lets him fuck himself onto Buck's cock and into his own hand until he comes with a muffled grunt, clenching tight enough to send Buck over the edge a moment later.
For a moment, they just breathe together in the darkness. Then Buck shifts his hips back, letting his softening cock slide out of Eddie's ass, and tilts his forehead against the back of Eddie's neck.
"I can't believe you let me talk you into that," he says.
There's a muffled noise, then Eddie spits out whatever he had in his mouth and starts laughing quietly. "You're a bad influence."
"Yeah," Buck says happily. "Hey, good thing we have a bunch of washcloths handy, right? Easy cleanup. Nobody comes in here anyway. I mean, present company excepted."
"We are not leaving cum-rags in the closet at work—"
"Cum-rags," Buck repeats, delighted. "Wait, wait, hang on, can you say that again so I can record it?"
"You're not cute," Eddie says dryly, but even in the dimness Buck can see the curve of his smile as he wipes himself clean with a washcloth and then hands it back to Buck so he can fix his pants.
Buck gets cleaned up and tucked away as well before shuffling over to the door to listen for any approaching footsteps. There's nothing; just the busy hum of the firehouse mid-shift, most of it far distant from this out of the way closet. He unhooks the latch and pushes the door open an inch or so to peer out.
"All clear," he whispers.
It's light enough that when he glances back this time he can see Eddie roll his eyes. Can also see the flush lingering in his cheeks and the dishevelment of his hair, which could maybe be passed off as bedhead. Not if they get caught coming out of a little-used storage closet together, though.
"Let's go, then," he says, clearly biting down on a grin. He glances at the washcloth in Buck's hand. "Might want to hide that first."
Buck raises his eyebrows, then grins and stuffs the washcloth in his pocket before slipping out into the hallway, Eddie's laughter trailing behind him as he follows.
Rating: E
Relationship: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Word count: 3.9k
Buck’s elbow-deep in warm, soapy water, mechanically cleaning up the dishes from lunch, when he hears footsteps coming up the stairs behind him. Given that Buck is currently the only person in the firehouse since the rest of the team rolled out in the engines twenty minutes ago, Buck should maybe be a little concerned about someone approaching him while his back is turned – but he has a feeling he knows the identity of the unannounced visitor.
He’s proven right moments later when strong arms wrap around his middle from behind, pulling him flush against a solid chest at his back. A familiar kiss is pressed to the back of his neck, just above the collar of his shirt.
Immediately Buck feels his sour mood starting to fade, and the corner of his mouth curves into a smile. “Did Eddie call you?”
Five Alarm Fest: at the firehouse
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“Baby…” Eddie cups his jaw, rubs his thumb over Buck’s cheekbone and forces Buck to meet his eyes. “You’re sure this is what you need right now?”
Buck nods, heart rate kicking up with hope. Eddie trusts him. At work, at home, with Christopher, with himself. If Buck says he’s certain, Eddie will trust him with this, too.
“I’m sure, I promise. Just lemme suck your cock, Eds, please?”
"Jesus, you're gonna kill me." The look on Eddie’s face is still a little conflicted, but he nods back, goes for his belt. “We’re still gonna talk about this later.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Carlos Reyes/TK Strand
Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, TK Strand, Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Threesome - M/M/M, Foursome - M/M/M/M, bdsm dynamic, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Friends to Lovers
Series: Part 5 of Five Alarm Fest 2024
Summary:
Even after years of TK and Carlos feeding the flame of their long-distance relationship with Buck, they know he’s carrying a torch for someone else, too. Can they find a way to kindle this slow burn into a steady fire?
(FIve Alarm Fest 2024: Day Five- At the Firehouse)
“So? What's on the agenda for the weekend?”
Tommy grins at him, and it's his same, scrunchy faced grin that Buck loves, but there's a certain look in his eye, too. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a very small Ziploc bag, the kind people keep cocaine in, and drops it on the table in front of Buck.
At first, Buck thinks they’re sunflower seeds or something - they have that shape - until he looks closer and realizes they’re small brown pills. “Uh? What is this?”
“Cialis,” Tommy answers with a smirk. “You mentioned Viagra, but this has less side effects and lasts a little longer.”
911 Five Alarm Fest 2024 Day 4: New Experiences
"Right now, Buck was standing in front of the window stark naked. The curtains were drawn wide open, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
Tommy had heard bits and pieces of his Buck 1.0 history, he knew he wasn’t as shy as their first encounters had made it seem. Still, this was a surprise."
or: tommy learns that buck doesn’t mind being seen at all
read on ao3
(for five alarm fest – day 4: new experiences/new kinks)
is there some place where we can go right now? (i don't think that it can wait)
2.5k | rated E | Five Alarm Fest Day 4 | read on ao3
And yeah, Buck’s been doing his best to tease Eddie all night, draping himself over the pool table, giving him shit about his game, playing with the straw of his drink with his tongue in increasingly suggestive ways. Eddie’s been taking whatever he dishes out, that little indulgent smirk Buck loves so much playing over his face all night.
The one that tells Buck Eddie’s going to get his revenge the second they get home.
That’s what Buck thinks is happening, at least. Right up until Eddie drags him into the bar’s single-stall bathroom, pushes him up against the door and kisses him hard enough that Buck goes dizzy.
Buck, Eddie, and the inside of a bar bathroom
Buck’s always had a little bit of an exhibitionist kink, if he’s being totally honest. Not that he actually wants anyone to watch him having sex, but the idea of someone potentially catching them going at it holds an illicit sort of appeal.
Eddie, while plenty adventurous in his own way, does not necessarily share this particular proclivity. Which hadn’t surprised Buck—Eddie’s an intensely private person.
“I guess I just don’t really get it,” he admitted to Buck when they’d talked about it. “I mean, part of what makes sex with you so amazing is that we have this home and this life together—why would I want to have sex with you somewhere public when I can have sex with you in our bed?”
Which was, to be honest, pretty rich coming from the guy who told Buck, the very first time they had sex, that he wanted to take pictures of Buck covered in his come and show them to people.
But Buck loves him so he gives him a pass.
“You don’t think it’s hot, the idea that we just want each other so bad we can’t even wait to get back home?” Buck asked.
“In theory, I guess?” Eddie conceded. “But I feel like it’s the type of thing that’s probably better as a fantasy than a reality.”
Buck can work with that—and they do. Eddie indulges Buck’s exhibitionism in other ways—sending Buck sexy texts and pictures when he knows he’s out and about, or leaning over to whisper something dirty in Buck’s ear when they’re in public together. Most often, by describing a perfect, filthy fantasy of public sex while fucking him safely behind closed doors. Once in a while, Eddie obliges Buck with a make-out in the car or some other less-than-private location, getting him riled up before taking him home and taking him apart.
For Buck, who is already outrageously, deliriously happy with their sex life, these concessions are more than enough.
So, when they decided to go out for beers on a Chris-less evening, Buck hadn’t been angling for anything in particular. He thought maybe they’d do some shameless flirting thinly disguised as playing pool, maybe some light groping in the parking lot, and then drive home for several rounds of enthusiastic sex.
Rating: E
Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz
Word count: 3.3k
Eddie doesn’t know how he ended up like this.
Scratch that, he does know how he ended up like this. When Buck gets in a certain mood – all teasing smiles, lingering touches, reaching increasingly further and further to make any kind of innuendo – Eddie finds it impossible to resist him. So when Buck had caged him up against the kitchen counter and kissed the living daylights out of him before suggesting they take it to the bedroom and try something new? Yeah, no way was Eddie saying no to that one.
Five Alarm Fest: new experiences/new kinks
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard
Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Tommy Kinard
Additional Tags: Public Sex, Voyeurism, Threesome - M/M/M, unknown partner, Implied D/s Dynamic
Series: Part 4 of Five Alarm Fest 2024
Summary:
Tommy Kinard always seems to know exactly what his partners want. He always takes it as his personal mission to help them get what they want. Tommy Kinard thinks he knows how this chapter ends.
(Five Alarm Fest 2024: Day Four - New Experience/New Kinks)
