tied him down to my queen bed (tease him just enough to hate me)
"Let me remind you of all the things you've said about me," Buck whispered, his lips brushing against Eddie's ear. "You said I was big and beefy and strong. That you bet you could take me."
Eddie's breath hitched as Buck's hands moved lower, his fingers teasing the waist of Eddie's towel. "You said I was begging you to come over and lick me up and down."
With a slow, deliberate movement, Buck removed the towel, his eyes never leaving Eddie's as he tossed it aside. Eddie lay bare before him, his body exposed and vulnerable.
"Remember when I said I was underfucked?" Buck continued. "You said you could change that."
Eddie's body tensed, anticipation tight in his belly as Buck's hands roamed over his thighs.
"You said you knew why I was given the nickname Firehose." Buck murmured, his lips brushing against Eddie's neck, his teeth nipping gently at the sensitive skin. "And you wondered if my curls would bounce back when yanked from the back. Too bad you can't try that tonight."
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Every time Eddie sees Buck, his brain (involuntarily) serves up freaky thoughts and unfortunately for Hen and Chimney, they’re always the first to hear them.
















