calling it now eddie is gonna climb out of the pool soaking wet in slow motion as whatta man plays in the background before cutting to buck with a confused yet horny expression on his face
“So, what if he kisses me and I have bad breath! There’s no coming back from bad breath on a first date, Eddie!”
Eddie rolls his eyes, clearly not grasping the gravity of the situation.
“Can you check?” Buck asks, a little desperately.
“Check… your breath?” Eddie sounds amused. He’s definitely not grasping the gravity of the situation.
Buck nods. Eddie rolls his eyes again but beckons Buck to lean in. Buck does, slowly, Eddie’s warm brown eyes on his as he does. At a respectable but effective distance, he pauses.
“Do your worst, dragon breath,” Eddie says softly.
or, buck asks eddie to check if he’s got bad breath before a date. eddie checks. thoroughly.
It takes a while before he can push the first finger inside.
Eddie isn't a particularly patient man. It's not that he can't wait; the last eight or so years of orbiting Buck before finally colliding into him prove otherwise. Once he realizes what he wants, though, and how to proceed to get it, Eddie likes to act. It took him a moment to figure out that the thing he's been looking for to make all the puzzle pieces snap into place has been right there before him all along. Yet, once he did understand that it's always been about Buck, about having him in all the possible ways and letting Buck have him in turn, well. Eddie's kind of bulldozed ahead with the gentleness of a gaudy Monster Truck.
He wants. He wants Buck, all of him, now and forever and without limits. Eddie wants to eat him and digest him, and to get drunk and full on Buck forever. He doesn't ever want to stop.
Here, though, with Buck spread out like the world's most debauched snow angel, Eddie's trying to be so patient. He doesn't push in right away, even though he really, really wants to. There's still a little bit of that sickly-sweet, cloying taste of fear somewhere at the back of Eddie's throat, one that implies that this isn't forever, that it might get snatched away if Eddie doesn't hurry up and ravage Buck like a feral dog. He does his best to ignore it. Buck's so pink and soft and solid beneath Eddie's hands, and his legs are as wide open as his mouth is. He's not going anywhere. So, Eddie takes his time.
It's surprisingly pleasing to look at, Buck's hole. Eddie didn't expect to be that into it — just rubbing around with the pads of his fingers, pressing into the give of it, pulling at the edges and letting go, watching it quiver. It's weird, but it makes Eddie's mouth water, like the next logical step would be to dive down and lick straight inside. And maybe next time he's going to do just that, but for now, he's having way too much fun just playing with it, learning what every single particular pet and stroke gets out of Buck.
Buck's hole is way too pretty to look away from, anyway. And ain't that a revelation.
It feels like an absolution, once Eddie pushes inside.
It sucks Eddie in, and it's just his finger. It's as if Buck's whole existence's singing, asking Eddie to come inside and stay forever, to make himself at home. To stay.
And of course Eddie's planning to; it's just nice to know that you've been expected.
With Eddie learning what the slick, almost too hot inside of Buck's body feels like, he finally understands one of the most basic truths that's been there between the two of them ever since the very beginning: Buck's been trying to consume him the whole time, too. And it's not like Eddie didn't know he was being loved back. But it's something else to learn that someone you yearn for as if he's bone marrow and you're a beast, craves you so much that his body wants to tug you inside by the tip of your lubed index finger.
Eddie's anxious to learn what's going to happen when he pulls away and comes back with two, three fingers. Is Buck going to fully swallow him up and dissolve Eddie right into his own bloodstream once Eddie pushes his dick inside?
Maybe. They have the whole night to figure it out.
marriage of convenience buddie you are so dear to me and now you're almost canonically within my reach... eddie is not a step dad, he's the dad who stepped up -> married his best friend, platonically, because buck's odds of adopting theo the orphan would be way higher if he's coupled up. hence, the marriage. teamwork! i don't know how the american legal system works. anyway, they all move in together. chris allows it to happen because his room at buck's house is bigger than his old one. theo is delighted (even though his parents are dead) because he thinks eddie is the best thing since strawberry sour patch kids. buck has to share his bed with his pretend husband who's actually his real husband and he dies a thousand deaths every night. eddie's the happiest he's ever been because he got to lock buck down without having to confess ANYTHING. life is beautiful
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