i wanna be tied tied tied to your apron strings
for @bucksbeagle
3k | rated E | read on ao3
Buck knows, okay. He doesn’t quite understand it, but he knows. Something about him in an apron turns Eddie into some kind of crazed sex fiend, desperate for Buck’s attention the way Buck usually feels desperate for his.
Usually, it’s kind of a problem. Like when Buck’s trying to cook dinner at the station and Eddie keeps trying to convince him to sneak up to the roof. Or when Buck has thirty-six cupcakes to bake for the Robotics Club spring fundraiser and Eddie starts tugging at his apron strings and kissing his neck until Buck is forced to banish him from the kitchen until he can behave.
or, the Apron Buck fic
Buck is slicing potatoes when he hears the front door open and then close again.
“In the kitchen!” he calls out, the tingly warmth of knowing Eddie’s home mixing pleasantly with the anticipation that’s been thrumming in his chest since the minute he left.
It’s been a bit of a hectic week, shifts running over and various errands and appointments piling up in a way that’s left Eddie and Buck too exhausted, too stressed, and just too busy for the kind of playful, indulgent sex they’ve gotten used to over the past nine months.
Not that they haven’t been getting off at all—they’ve had plenty of mutually satisfying orgasms in the past week. Just nothing…special.
That changes tonight. They’ve got the house to themselves, Eddie having just dropped Chris off with his friends for a concert. He’ll be out until curfew—that is if he doesn’t wheedle Eddie into letting him crash at Dylan’s afterward.
Which means Buck has at least five and a half hours to torture Eddie all he wants. He’s chosen his attire fittingly: the light pink Kiss the Cook apron Eddie had gotten him last Christmas. And nothing else.
Buck knows, okay. He doesn’t quite understand it, but he knows. Something about him in an apron turns Eddie into some kind of crazed sex fiend, desperate for Buck’s attention the way Buck usually feels desperate for his.
Usually, it’s kind of a problem. Like when Buck’s trying to cook dinner at the station and Eddie keeps trying to convince him to sneak up to the roof. Or when Buck has thirty-six cupcakes to bake for the Robotics Club spring fundraiser and Eddie starts tugging at his apron strings and kissing his neck until Buck is forced to banish him from the kitchen until he can behave.
Tonight, though. Tonight, Buck is flipping the script. Tonight, Buck is using Eddie’s weakness to get exactly what he wants.
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