I wouldn’t say that we’re leaning into Eddie’s “death wish.” And by the way, I don’t think Eddie necessarily does have a death wish. I think the reason he jumped off that bridge is so that Buck wouldn’t. - Tim Minear
*ೃ༄ Pairing: Divorced! Ryan Hart x Tourist! Reader.
Synopsis╰┈➤ After Ryan's divorce from Samantha his father invites him to compete with him in a rodeo, but he won't be sad for long.
Warnings: P in a V, oral (m!recieving), smut, praise,blue catches a stray, fingering
The divorced finally finalized.
Samantha was truly gone, and Ryan had to realize how hard it was without her, I mean sure they'd been separated for months, but she was always gonna come back, right?
Atleast that's what he thought. That's what he always thought, that's what good marriages are made of, I mean love, forgiveness, and well a bastard.
Well that's what his mom and dad's marriage was made out of either way, and they've been together the longest, well minus the separation. But they were still good together.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Blue, asking another dumb question. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Figure it out, Cadet." He said,putting emphasis on the t .The walked past the boy, who looked like a kicked puppy.
I mean he was a 6'3 man, he could take it.
Okay, maybe Ryan was being a bit harsh. I mean he didn't hate Blue.
It was ahh...Brotherly love.
He thought as he walked around the firehouse, Blue had been keeping it clean, so he was impressed by that. That's when Don, his father called him into his office.
"Ry, are you okay? You're not yourself no more." The man, asked concern riddling his aging face.
"I'm fine, dad. Really." He said, showing a modest smile.
"Ryan."
"Dad."
"Well if you really are fine, come with me to the rodeo tonight." The man offered.
Ryan clenched his teeth, sucking in cold air.
He knew the man wouldn't let up, until he showed him he was doing okay.
"What time." Ryan asked, begrudgingly.
A smile spread across Don's face.
"7-10" he answered, happily.
"I'll be there" Ryan, said as he turned on his heel back out to the garage.
The day passed by quick, to be honest he was blacked out for most of it.
But, he was at the rodeo now, the familiar smell of horses, beer, perfume, and cologne filled his nostrils keeping him relatively calm and upbeat. He got off his horse, and pet and praised him.
"You did so good, boy" He whispered as he cleaned him up.
He was taking off the saddle, when he saw a girl wander in.
"Ma'am, you aren't supposed to be in here." He exclaimed, softly.
You looked up at him with big eyes. "Oh sorry!" You smiled, as you looked at the horse.
"Oh they're so cute!" You exclaim. "Can I pet them, please?" You begged, your hand already reaching.
He exhaled.
"Sure."
Your hand reached out to the horse and softly pet the bridge of the animals nose.
"Oh they're just so sweet!" You smiled as the horse nuzzled into your hands. You itched his back softly, your nails giving the animal relief.
"I haven't seen you around before, you new to town?" He asked, as he examined your features.
Your pearly smile, your glossy lined lips, your pretty brown skin. Maybe it wouldn't be horrible, to chat you up.
"Uhm girls trip." You answered as you were focused on the horse.
"Oh yeah?" Ryan remarked.
"Well, I can help show you around y'know?" He said, brushing his thumb against the tip of his nose.
"Oh that's sweet!" You smiled, as he ushered the horse back into the stable. You gave the tall animal a little wave.
He motioned for you to leave the stable and watched as your hips swayed as you walked out.
"So what's your name?" You ask him, when he was finally shoulder to shoulder with you.
"Ryan."
"Cool, I'm Y/N." you smiled.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He smiled, softly. He couldn't believe the words coming out his mouth. But at the same time he didn't mind flirting with you.
He showed you around the terrain and bought you a drink. You two kept talking and one thing lead to another.
That's probably how you ended up in a cheap bar bathroom giving a new divorcee head.
Your tongue swirled around his tip as he let out a series of mewls, each time your mouth made contact.
"Ngh...that's it, doll." He whimpered out, he hasn't felt this in about a year.
I mean, him and Samantha would get down. But with the leading up to the separation, the separation, then the divorce. The only pleasure he knew was his hand and the ghost of a women's touch.
So, he was...loud.
He pushed your head down on his lengthy, cock. Just seeing your eyes roll back and your mouth stretch as he forced you to take more and more of his girth.
He heard a slight whimper from you when you gagged on him.
Oh he was gonna die tonight, definitely.
He let out a deep, almost spiritual moan as his head threw back in immense pleasure.
"Oh fuck..." he breathed out, he felt kinda bad for pushing your head down every where, but it's just been so long for him.
"Oh, baby I'm so close." He let out a guttural moan, his eyes shutting tight as he surfed the waves of pleasure.
The knot in his stomach disentangled, liquid fire pouring down into your warm throat. He moaned pushing your head down so fair to when your nose went down to his balls. He exhaled letting your mouth go free, a carefree lazy smile was sprawled across his face. He double tapped your arm a unspoken order to get up, the second you rose to your feet He started making out with you aggressively.
your head felt woozy as you were about to loose your balance, as he gave you open mouth kisses, all over. His lips traveled down to your neck, his hands traveling down to your belt buckle and undoing it, with need and impatience. He peeled off your shorts and lacy underwear.
He practically babbled words of affirmation, as his lips trailed down to your chest, he suckled on your nipples. You let out a needy mewl, as he left little bites on them.
He played with your soaked cunt, as you grab bed onto him to keep you up right. You moaned his name softly, and he slid his fingers into your greedy pussy.
"Oh, Ry I'm gonna come..." You whimpered, he smirked at the use of his nickname.
"Ry?" He repeated back, chuckling. His fingers grew faster, you could taste your orgasm until he pulled his fingers out of your hole.
You whimper, your ears ringing and blind spots of hot white filling your vision.
"No, no....you're gonna come on my cock. Okay, baby?" He said, breathlessly.
You nodded, desperately. Your eye makeup dripping down your face, as you kept nodding.
Fuck.
He leaned you up against the wall of the stall and lined his cock up to your entrance. He quickly kissed and bit your neck. He slammed into you and you let out a loud moan.
You buried your head into his shoulder.
"No, no..." he said, as he pushed your head out.
You whined and nodded as he snapped his hips inside your warm walls.
"Fuck.." he whimpered.
He was not gonna last long.
You whined your nails digging down into to his back, he kept the rhythm going until you finally came. You rode the waves of pleasure, as he let spurts of liquid fire fill your cunt.
Maybe his father was right. He definitely felt better now.
Tim Minear, honey, you can't be mad at us for wanting a particular love interest for both Buck and Eddie and hating the idea of whatever the fuck you try to come up with if you say Eddie will be directly involved in helping fostering Buck's child like. sweetheart, that's a romantic trope you came up with for s10
Tim Minear making it a point to tell us that Eddie jumped off the bridge so that Buck wouldn't is already an insane interesting thing to hear but then you watch 9x13 Mother's Boy and Buck is needling Eddie to get a reaction and he says, "so, if I said, 'jump off a bridge', you would just do it? Oh, you know, actually, I probably wouldn't even have to say it, you'd already be jumping, seeing as you have a death wish."
And then you think about these things together and realize that on some level, Buck saw Eddie jumping into the water to save the tech billionaire as him not caring about his life and whether or not he died, but the truth is that Eddie jumped, not because he didn't care about his life, but because he cared SO much about Buck's.
Buck looks at Eddie at having no regard for his own safety, but Eddie just prioritizes Buck's safety over his own time and time again.
