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“El Paso?” Buck asks, looking back and forth between the iPad and Eddie. Is he hearing things? Or has his best friend gone mad?

“Yeah, El Paso,” Eddie nods, avoiding eye contact. He’s pulling at the skin of his lips nervously like he’s waiting for Buck to yell at him. He just might. His best friend has gone mad.

“You hate El Paso, your parents are there,” he scoffs, in complete disbelief. Eddie would never move back to live under his parents overbearing, tyrannical ruling thumb. Not a chance in hell. They made him feel like shit during his entire childhood and adolescence, and they were even worse in his early-parenting years when he just returned from the army. They were awful about Shannon and his move to L.A. They've judged every decision he’s ever made and never once supported him, they even tried to take Christopher away, and they are trying to do that now. He’d never go back to them, right?

“Chris is there too.”

And that’s the straw that breaks the camel's back. Because moving to L.A. all those years ago wasn’t a decision he made just for him, he made it for Chris too. Because at the time it was what was best for them both, but mainly Chris. So making the decision and sticking to it despite his parents' criticisms was easy, because he wasn’t doing it for himself, he was doing it for his son.

But now, Chris doesn’t seem to think being in L.A. is something he wants. Being in El Paso apparently is. So he can’t argue that staying in L.A. is best for them anymore. And there is nothing Eddie wouldn’t do if it was what he thought was best for Chris. And right now that means giving him space, while also being close enough to reach. Close enough to prevent that gap from growing any further. Close enough to stop him from missing other milestones in Chris’ life.

Even if it means living with his parent’s constant unwanted attention, overbearing nature, harsh critiques and hurtful words. Even if that means leaving their entire lives behind to start new ones. Ones without Buck.

Buck rolls his lips between his teeth, nodding like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He stares at the ceiling for a second, letting everything sink in, his knuckles turning white as he clenches them around the ipad.

Eddie’s leaving for El Paso. Eddie’s moving to El Paso to be with Chris and the rest of his family. He’s already looking at house listings and he tried to hide it. “Were you even gonna tell me?” he asks, his voice meek and quiet. He already knows the answer, if Eddie was willing to hide this from him he wasn’t ever going to tell him. Not until it was too late anyway.

Eddie finally looks at him then, before he turns around to lean against the countertop with a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair, then crosses his arms over his chest. “Of course, I was going to tell you Buck, I just- I,” Eddie rambles.

“You flipped the tablet,” Buck cuts him off. Eddie looks confused by the interruption so he continues. “You flipped it, so clearly you meant to hide this from me. How long? How long were you going to wait to tell me that you were leaving, huh?” Buck says, waving the iPad around before throwing it back onto the table.

Eddie frowns before pointing an accusing finger at him. “Hey man, that’s not fair! I decided all of five minutes ago that this was something I wanted to do, I didn’t have the time to tell you!” he argues.

“No, but you’ve had enough time to start looking for houses. And you could’ve told me just now instead of hiding it from me!” Buck shouts, rendering Eddie quiet.

He doesn’t have anything to say because he doesn’t have a valid argument. He could have told Buck just now and could’ve asked him to join the meeting he had scheduled with a real estate agent. Could have asked him to help sift through the listings on the website to help him choose.

But something was stopping him, and he wasn’t sure where the apprehension came from at first. When Buck first asked if he was going to tell him he lived in a world of denial for all of two seconds. Because of course he was. Buck was his best friend and they don’t keep secrets from each other. Not world-altering, life changing, big secrets. But now he knows. Now he realises that no, he probably wasn’t going to tell him. Not until he was directly asked or until Buck caught him packing up his house into tiny boxes. Because he knew he’d get this look from Buck. This look of devastation, heartbreak, and betrayal. Because he knows Buck has abandonment issues, he knows Buck struggles with being left behind, and he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Buck like that.

But it’s too late now. Because Buck knows, and he looks heartbroken. But he also looks pissed. There are tears in his eyes like he’s ready to break down and cry, but the frown on his face shows just how angry he is. Frustration leaks from his every pore, but Buck’s not an angry confrontational person, so Eddie can see the way he’s holding it all back. Can see the way Buck’s stopping himself from snapping, because the last time he did a lawsuit separated them and broke up their family and they both agreed never to do something so stupid again.

But here he is, making the same mistake.

“What makes me so damn easy to leave? Why does everyone leave?” he whispers, like he’s not expecting Eddie to hear his words. Like they’re meant for Buck alone. “Why am I never enough?”

Then it’s Eddie’s turn to be heartbroken. His heart doesn’t actually break, but it feels like it. In fact, it feels like it’s shattered and splintered into millions of unrecognisable little pieces, unable to ever be put back together again. His best friend, who has been left behind by every single person he loves, stands in front of him and asks him why he’s not enough for Eddie to stay.

And he is. He’s so much more than just enough, he’s everything. Half of Eddie’s heart. And if that was all he needed he’d strap himself to his house and never leave. But it’s not just his heart he has to fight for, because his soul is three states away and wants nothing to do with him. So he can’t stay, because he needs his soul back if he wants a reason to keep his heart beating.

When Eddie still doesn’t manage to say anything Buck huffs a humourless laugh, gives a sad nod and storms past Eddie to head for the door. Eddie, who immediately panics and begins to follow after him. Buck just manages to crack the door open before Eddie’s hand comes over his shoulder to slam it back closed. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asks.

“Where do you think I’m going? I’m leaving! Before you do!” he shouts, unshed tears in his eyes as he goes to open the door again. Eddie once again slams it shut, leaving Buck to turn and glare at him. “I deserve to be the person who leaves for once!”

“No! You don’t get to just leave like this, we need to talk about it,” Eddie argues.

Buck’s eyes are red-rimmed as his glare hardens. “Oh, that’s rich! I don’t get to leave like this?! No, you don’t get to just leave like this! Not after everything we’ve been through! You and Chris are my family and you’re just gonna move to Texas? Not even talk to me about it?” he rages.

“My son is halfway across the country. He’s living with my god-awful parents who I can almost guarantee are trying to take custody of him from me. My son will not answer my texts and hangs up our Facetimes and calls before I can finish what I was saying,” he starts, whispering with tears in his eyes. Then his words sink in and he faces reality. He’s losing his son. And suddenly the sadness ebbs away and he’s overcome with rage. “My son is in the chess club, and my father is teaching him how to play and no one told me! My son turned 14 and I wasn’t there! He’s growing up states away and I’m missing it! I’m missing everything! I have to be there! And if that means moving to El Paso then I’ll do it!” he shouts, getting all up in Buck’s face to spit his words with a sob.

Buck doesn’t even realise what he’s doing before he does, but before he knows it Eddie’s back is slammed up against the door and Buck’s pressing so close their noses are almost brushing together. His hands grip the collar of Eddie’s button down tightly, using his grip to pull him closer.

His words are quiet and calm when he answers, such a distinct contradiction to their earlier screaming match. But it feels warranted considering just how close their faces are. “You don’t get to leave, because it will destroy you. Both of you. if you go to El Paso you never come back, and if you never come back neither does Chris. I've never been selfish a day in my life because nothing has ever felt important enough for me to put myself first, but for this, I will. Everybody has packed up and left me at some point in my life, and it chipped away a little bit more of me every time, but it never broke me; not fully. But you leaving? Chris leaving? That’ll break me more than anything ever has. You don’t get to take my family away like that. I’ll fight tooth and nail to get Chris home with you, you know that, you told me your damn self that no one would fight harder for Chris than I would, but I love you so you can’t leave.”

Tears are rushing down his cheeks now, and Eddie’s shocked to find that he’s in the same boat. He doesn’t remember when he started crying, but now that he thinks about it Buck looks awfully blurry.

Eddie gasps a breath, looking up to search Buck’s eyes for any sign of a lie. “You…love? Me?”

Buck sobs a pitiful laugh, bringing his hands up from his shirt to cup his face, using his thumbs to wipe away fallen tears. “Of course I do, we’ve been a family for years now. It was hardly Tommy’s attention I wanted, Eds.”

“You love me too?” he asks, sniffling and blinking away the tears that have filled his eyes again. He brings his hands up to take hold of Buck’s on either side of his face, finally noticing the matching tremble in both of their fingers. He’s not sure if it’s residual anger and sadness, or newfound apprehension, excitement and nervousness.

Buck’s breath hitches in his chest. “...too?” Buck asks, taking his turn to search Eddie’s eyes for the truth. He must find what he was looking for because he smiles a little.

Eddie nods lightly. “Too,” Eddie confirms before he leans forward to gently press his mouth to Buck’s. Buck’s breath catches in his throat, his hands tightening on Eddie’s cheeks. He uses his grip to pull him closer, pressing urgent, desperate kisses to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s heart beats wildly in his chest, and he’s sure it’s going to burst out of his ribcage. His stomach twists in excitement when he feels Buck’s slight stubble against his cheeks. It’s something he’s never felt before, and he finds that he loves it.

It’s nothing like kissing a woman, and it’s the best kiss he’s ever experienced in his entire life.

Buck sucks his bottom lip between his own, relishing in the slight whimper it pulls from deep in Eddie’s chest. He runs his tongue over Eddie’s bottom lip begging for entrance. When Eddie parts his lips Buck eagerly slips his tongue inside to slide against Eddie’s. Eddie groans at the intrusion, sucking Buck’s tongue into his mouth as he slides his hands from Buck’s to his waist.

He uses his grip on Buck’s waist to pull him impossibly close, pressing their chests together to feel Buck’s heartbeat against his own. Buck moans as their hips are pulled together, and moves to thread his fingers through Eddie’s hair. He presses closer one more time before he uses his grip on Eddie’s hair to pull him away.

He doesn’t move too far back, their lips still brushing with every breath they take, but Eddie still whines at the distance between them. “If we- if we do this, you don’t get to leave. You don’t get to move to Texas, we work together to bring Chris home, and we talk about things. You hear me, Diaz?” he asks.

“I hear you, Buckley,” he murmurs.

“Good boy,” Buck rushes out, before slamming his mouth back onto Eddie’s. Eddie groans, taking his turn to bite on Buck’s bottom lip, pulling and nipping at it with his teeth. His hands slip under the back of Buck’s shirt, gripping desperately at bare skin. Buck’s hands move from his hair down his front to his chest, before he pushes Eddie flush against the door.

Buck grunts into Eddie’s mouth as he feels Eddie scratch down his back, desperate to get a grip on something. It makes Buck arch his back, pressing their hips together again. When he feels Eddie’s hardening cock press against his own he moans and pulls Eddie’s arms to wrap around his neck over his shoulders.

Eddie barely has a second to be confused about the change in position before Buck reaches down and wraps his arms around Eddie’s thighs to haul him up. Eddie pulls away from the kiss with shock, wrapping his legs high around Buck’s waist and tightening his hold around his shoulders.

Buck moves his kisses to Eddie’s cheek before he trails them down to his neck. Eddie tips his head back with an unexpectedly high-pitched moan when Buck finds just the right place, slightly behind and just below his ear. The area is so sensitive that the pleasure shoots down his spine, and he can’t help but squeeze his thighs tighter around Buck’s waist, grinding their cocks together. A broken moan tumbles from Buck’s throat, and he can’t stop himself from giving in to the impulse to bite down lightly on Eddie’s neck. When he does Eddie all but sobs, gripping Buck’s hair to hold his head in place.

Buck continues his assault on Eddie’s neck, leaving light bite marks and deep purple bruises in his wake. But Eddie grows impatient and quickly pulls Buck’s lips back to his own. Eddie loves the way he can roll their hips together from this position. He loves everything about the position actually. He’s never been the smaller one in the relationship, always doing the lifting and holding instead of being lifted or held. And he fucking loves how big and strong Buck is; how small that makes him feel. He’s always hated being vulnerable, but never with Buck. He’s always been able to be himself with him. And everything is such a mess right now, he just needs someone else to take control and to tell him what to do, and of course, there’s no one else that could do it for him besides his Buck.

And he’s more than happy to let Buck take control in other ways.

Like how he grips Eddie’s wrists and pulls them from around his neck, pinning them to the door on either side of his head before pulling away from their frankly mind-melting kiss. They breathe heavily into each other’s mouths, and Eddie tries to lean back in with a whimper, only for Buck to pull further away with a smug grin.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” he asks, his eyebrow raised slightly in defiance.

Eddie shakes his head numbly. He’s ready to agree to anything just to get Buck’s lips back on his own. He whispers out a soft “No.”

“Say it,” Buck whispers against his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mutters, watching Buck’s pupils dilate.

Buck tangles their fingers together, keeping their hands up by his head as he leans closer in. “Damn right,” he murmurs, before rolling their hips together in a filthy roll so rough that the door shakes beneath the force of it. Buck swallows Eddie's responsive moan by smashing their mouths together impatiently.

With Buck distracted from the continued thrusting of their hips, Eddie manages to slip his hands-free to bury his fingers back in Buck’s hair. He uses his grip to pull him away once again. “Buck?” he whispers his name before leaning forward to tug on his bottom lip with his teeth once again. He loves seeing the way Buck’s eyes flood with lust.

“Mhmm?” Buck asks distractedly, focusing solely on every place their bodies touch, which is practically everywhere.

“Bedroom,” he says, “now.”

Buck groans “Yessir,” before wrapping his hands around Eddie’s thighs to grip them tighter as he pulls him away from the door and against his chest.

Eddie decides it’s his turn to explore Buck’s neck, kissing and licking and biting everywhere he can as Buck stumbles down the hallway. His hands run down Buck’s chest and start undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“H-hey, that’s so unfair,” Buck stutters as he struggles with the handle to Eddie’s room.

“What’s unfair, Buck?” he asks with a slight chuckle, pulling the fabric back and off of Buck’s shoulders just as the door opens behind him and they stumble inside.

“You’re distracting me,” he grunts, slowly walking towards the bed as he tightens his grip around Eddie’s thighs.

“Do you know what that sounds like?” he whispers.

Buck raises an eyebrow in turn, knowing he’s getting some kind of snarky remark. “No, what?” he asks.

Eddie leans forward, biting gently at his earlobe, before whispering “a you problem,” into his ear. Then he reaches down to start undoing Buck’s belt.

But he’d completely forgotten where they were and is momentarily shocked as Buck throws him down onto his back. He’s met with the mattress on his bed and breathes a sigh of relief. He quickly crawls backwards so that he’s over the pillows. Buck walks up on his knees to meet him.

Just as he’s catching his breath, and now that his weight is taken by the bed, Buck’s hands are free to come up to his collar. “I can make it ‘a you problem’ if you’d like,” he says with a smug grin, before all but tearing Eddie’s shirt open. Buttons fly off and bounce on the hardwood flooring of his room and his walls, and the show of strength leaves him slightly out of breath once more.

Buck uses his shock as a distraction to reach down and undo Eddie’s belt. He gets it undone and pulls it through the loops, before he tosses it somewhere in the room. Buck crawls over him then, pulling his own shirt completely off to toss it away. He restarts pressing kisses to Eddie’s skin, delighted to find more free space now that his shirt is out of the way. He starts at his hip bones, practically licking at the ‘v’ of his hips, before slowly making his way up his abs, over his stomach and up to his chest, relishing in the way Eddie’s breath hitches as he does.

“Y-you owe me a new shirt,” he gasps, receiving only Buck’s sly chuckle as a response. Eddie buries his fingers in Buck's hair as he explores Eddie’s chest.

“I prefer you without it anyway,” he whispers. Then Buck’s lips wrap around his right nipple, making him arch off the bed with a pleasured gasp. Buck licks and sucks his way around newly exposed skin, relishing in the way Eddie arches his back off the bed in shock. He had no idea he was this sensitive, no one’s ever played with his nipples before.

Buck even hears an “Oh god” whispered so quietly he wouldn’t have heard it had he not been listening out for every sound Eddie makes. He gently pulls at it with his teeth, loving the way a flush spreads from Eddie’s cheeks all the way down his chest.

Eddie’s hands once again tug at Buck’s curls, steering his head to where he wants it most. Then Eddie’s hips come up to chase his own, and he hadn’t realised he missed the press of Eddie’s cock against his own until it was back. And now, there’s no way he could stop himself from pressing down into the touch.

His hips jerk down of their own accord rubbing the bulge in his jeans against Eddie’s, making him groan into Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s hands move down from Buck’s hair to scratch down his naked back. Buck’s back arches at the touch; he’s sure there must be blood pooling in the tracks left behind by Eddie’s nails. Then he suddenly needs his lips back on Eddie’s like he needs oxygen.

He moves on from Eddie’s chest, moving to suck bruises over his collarbones and into his neck instead. Then he presses softer kisses to Eddie’s cheek and the corner of his mouth before Eddie himself grows impatient and bullies their mouths together.

Their teeth clash as they forcefully meet in the middle. Then it’s a battle of sloppy kisses; wet mouths and desperate tongues mashing. Eddie feels the vibrations of Buck’s moans against his lips as he wraps his legs around Buck’s waist, pressing them impossibly closer.

Eddie hooks his thumbs into the belt loops on the back of Buck’s jeans, and he uses his grip to pull their hips flush. He pulls Buck’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it as his hands move around to the front of his jeans instead.

Just as he’s about to start fumbling with the button and zipper, Buck reaches down with one free hand to bat his away. He pulls back to question why he’s being stopped when he’s suddenly flipped onto his stomach.

His cock twitches and arousal swirls in his gut as he’s manhandled onto his front. He’s never been thrown around before, but just from this taste alone he knows it’s something he’s going to grow to love, especially if Buck’s on the other end of things. “W-what are you doing?” he asks, scrambling to push himself up. He grunts when he’s pushed back down into the pillows with a hand between his shoulder blades. When he tries to get up and is once again pushed down he growls in frustration. “Buck!”

Buck looms over him, draping the entire length of his body over Eddie’s. He presses his chest to Eddie’s back, presses his hands into the mattress on either side of Eddie’s head, then presses the length of his hard cock to Eddie’s ass. His breath ghosts over Eddie’s ear as he groans. “I’m showing you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Where you belong, and where you’re staying. Underneath. Me.”

Then Buck pushes himself up on one hand, moving the other so he can wrap it around Eddie’s waist. Just as he reaches for Eddie’s button he’s stopped, because Eddie pulls him back down with a hand around the back of his neck. His body slumps back into Eddie’s with a grunt of surprise, before he’s pushed off to the side and Eddie moves to straddle him.

“And what makes you think I belong under anyone? If anything, I think I look good on top,” he says with a raised brow. Just as Buck goes to argue, Eddie rolls his hips down into Buck’s, smirking at the choked-out gasp that cuts Buck off.

Buck sits up with Eddie still in his lap, brings himself so close their noses brush, then slowly starts to peel Eddie’s shirt off his shoulders. It’s Eddie’s turn to choke on a gasp when he tries to free his hands from his sleeves, only to have Buck twist his shirt with the fabric still over his hands, crossing them at the small of his back, restraining him completely. It pulls his hands so closely together that his shoulders are pulled back too, which arches his back and pushes his chest into Buck’s. No matter how much he struggles he can’t pull his hands free. It’s exhilarating in the best way.

His breathing turns ragged; so deep that his chest brushes Buck’s with every inhale. Buck’s eyes slowly trail over Eddie’s entire body.

He starts at the top. Buck’s hands have run through and gripped his hair enough for it to be a ruffled mess, so very different from its usual styled state. His eyes are wide with both shock and excitement, his pupils blown with lust as he returns Buck’s gaze. His lips are swollen red; kiss-bitten and puffy. There's a slight stubble burn on his chin and upper lip and it’s something Eddie anticipated feeling, but it’s something he longs for now. His heaving chest, already mottled with puffy red welts soon to become dark purple bruises which wind up to his neck.

Buck’s loved his abs since the first day he saw him dressing in the locker room, but now as they ripple with every breath he takes he can’t stop himself from tracing them with his finger. They’re covered with a light sheen of sweat, and his eyes follow them all the way down to the ‘v’ of his hips. The sluttly little dip leading down into the waistband of his jeans, and that trail of thick hair under his belly button. Buck knows it leads to the bulge in Eddie’s jeans and it’s way too tempting for him to not move his hand from Eddie’s abs to give it a teasing squeeze.

Eddie throws his head back with a moan, tries once again to free his hands and is unsuccessful. He grinds forward into Buck’s hand then rocks down onto Buck’s cock. “Yeah baby, you look good on top,” he starts, before he rolls them back to their earlier position, with Eddie on his stomach and Buck straddling his ass.

Buck rolls his hips down to grind his cock into Eddie’s ass, taking great delight in listening to the way he whimpers into the pillow his face is buried in. Then he leans down so his lips are pressed to Eddie’s ear so he can practically whisper “but you feel so right on bottom,” smirking when he hears Eddie muffle a sob beneath him.

Eddie tries, he really does, but he can’t stop himself from grinding back against Buck’s weight on top of him, then forward into the mattress below him. Buck’s barely even touched him yet, but his cock is throbbing in his jeans. So he all but cries with relief when Buck reaches around and finally pops the button and undoes the zip on his pants.

He helps Buck pull both his jeans and underwear off in one go by lifting his hips. His hands are still trapped at the small of his back, tangled in the fabric of his shirt, so he can’t do much more than let it happen. Not that he’d want to stop it from happening anyway.

The rest of his clothes are thrown to the floor, leaving him naked beneath Buck now. He can feel the scratch of Buck’s jeans against his thighs and ass, and the contradiction of Buck still being partially dressed while he’s completely bare sends him a little crazy.

Then one of Buck’s hands comes forward to play with his ass, pulling the cheeks apart then squeezing them. Eddie wants to put his hands down to cover himself up, having never been so exposed before, but he can’t. Because Buck’s got a grip on the shirt that keeps them bound with one hand, while the other ghosts a dry finger over his hole. Eddie’s hips cant forward involuntarily, and Buck can’t hide his chuckle.

“Eddie, for the love of god, please tell me you have lube,” he pleads.

Eddie scoffs and twists to look at him over his shoulder. “Do I look like a fucking novice? Of course I have lube in here, Buck.”

Buck leans forward and pushes Eddie’s cheek into the pillow below so that he can’t see him anymore. “Put the attitude away, Diaz,” he says, reaching over to Eddie’s bedside table to dig around in the drawer for the lube in question.

“You know, I'm starting to think you’re going to have to make me, Buckley, because so far you’ve been all bark and no bite, and I’ve been waiting for you to bite me for a long time now,” he sasses, making a show of trying to get out of his bindings again, even though he knows it’s a lost cause.

Eddie still had his face pressed into the pillow, though this time it was through his own doing and not Buck’s, as he spoke, so he hadn’t noticed as Buck popped the cap on the lube to dribble some over the fingers of his right hand. In fact, he only notices it when Buck presses his middle and ring finger against his rim.

The lube is wet, and though it’s warmer than he expects it still sends a shock down his spine, and his hips still lurch forwards on their own accord to escape the feeling. Buck doesn’t seem to care that he’s trying to run away from his touch, if anything it just makes him press in further. He rubs his fingers in tight little circles over Eddie’s hole, spreading lube there as he does. When it’s fully covered he starts to press against it, not yet pushing in but testing the resistance of the muscle. It’s enough to have Eddie groaning and writhing beneath him.

“Eddie, I’m going to do more than just bite you, baby,” he says, delighted in the way it makes Eddie whine into his pillow. He starts pushing back against Buck’s fingers, trying as hard as he can to push them inside of him. But Buck just pulls his touch away every time he tries.

When he tries once again to get Buck to push his fingers inside and once again fails, he starts to sob. “Please Buck,” he begs. When Buck does nothing but chuckle at his attempts he tries one final time to free his hands, and he nearly manages to slip one of his wrists free when Buck tightens his grip on the shirt keeping him restrained. He fights back the urge to growl in frustration from not getting what he wants.

He cries Buck’s name again when the desperation for more settles deep in his chest.

“Where’s all that attitude gone now, Eds?” he asks, chuckling when Eddie starts trying to walk on his knees up the bed for the advantage to move. Buck doesn’t give him the chance and pushes him back flat on his stomach. “Tell me what I wanna hear and I’ll give you what you want, Eds” Buck says.

Eddie tilts his head to the side once again, just managing to see Buck in his peripheral vision. Buck has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning when he sees the tear tracks down Eddie’s cheeks, and the pure desperation in his eyes. Eddie’s chest heaves with deep breaths beneath him, and Buck loves that he gets to see it; to feel it.

“What?” he asks, confusion in his voice. He has no idea what Buck had asked or what he wants from him, he’s too delirious with need to have paid attention.

So Buck repeats himself. “Tell me what you know I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want,” he says, bringing one lubed finger down to press against his taint, making his breath hitch. He had no idea he was so fucking sensitive, but every light touch of Buck’s finger sends lightning up his spine.

He feels like he’s on fire when Buck manages to press down at just the right angle to make it feel like he’s nudging his prostate from the outside. He's not sure that’s something you can even do, but if it’s a possibility something tells him Buck’d be the one to prove to him it can be done.

“What do you wanna hear?” he manages to stutter out, trying his best to clear his head so he can say whatever it is Buck wants so he can finally get those fingers inside of him. Though he does struggle as Buck continues to press teasing touches to his skin.

“You already know what I wanna hear, Eds,” Buck says, moving so that he’s straddling only one of Eddie’s thighs, pushing his other leg out so that they’re spread more.

Eddie tries his best to think what Buck would want to hear right now, but can’t for the life of him figure out what it could be. He can feel Buck grinding his cock against his thigh, which only makes his thinking even more unclear.

When it’s clear that Eddie’s thinking is so disorganised he’s not going to answer, Buck grips the shirt holding him in place and pulls his arms back. Eddie groans at the pain, his back arching up off the bed, his face no longer buried in the pillow beneath him. “Where do you live, Eddie?” he asks.

Then it finally clicks in Eddie’s brain, exactly what Buck wants to hear. “I live here, in L.A.” he moans. Buck lets go, letting him slump back down onto the mattress below.

“And?” Buck continues, pressing his fingers back to Eddie’s rim.

“And ’m staying,” he whines.

“What was that?” Buck asks, even though he clearly fucking heard him.

“I’m staying!” he practically shouts, sobs wracking his chest. Buck hums satisfied behind him, then Eddie finally gets what he’s been all but begging for.

Buck slowly pushes one finger in, relishing in the way Eddie’s breath catches in his chest, before he moans low into the pillow. He tries to muffle his sounds but they’re so loud Buck can still hear them. He kicks the one leg Buck’s not sitting on, clearly overwhelmed without any idea of how to deal with it. Eddie’s tight around just one of his fingers, clearly never having taken anything up his ass before, and Buck can’t wait to feel it wrap around his cock.

When the one finger is pushed all the way in, right down to the knuckle, Eddie groans and tries to push even further back on it. Buck keeps it still, letting Eddie get used to the feeling of something inside of him. It’s strange, but definitely not in a bad way. That same heat from before is wrapping up his spine, this time even stronger.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, genuinely listening for an answer.

“Different,” Eddie huffs, trying to get used to the feeling. It's always different having someone else touch you, especially in such an intimate way, but when it’s in a way that you haven’t even touched yourself it’s thrilling.

“Different good or different bad?” Buck asks, getting ready to stop the second Eddie says anything along the lines of bad.

“Good,” he sighs. When Eddie finally manages to take a deep breath Buck starts to slowly pump his finger in and out, biting his lip with a groan when Eddie cries into the pillow below him.

“You ever put anything up here before?” he asks.

Eddie doesn’t answer with words, instead shaking his head frantically with a whine. Eddie’s legs tremble and Buck can feel it against his cock. It’s so good he can’t help but to moan and roll his hips down against the man below him. He pulls his finger all the way out before pushing it back in again, relishing in the way Eddie’s hole all but pulls him back in, like he’s desperate for it. By the way he’s crying he sure sounds desperate for it.

“Never? I get to show you the wonders of a prostate orgasm? Oh, you’ll love it, Eds.” he says.

Eddie rolls his hips into the bed below him before he huffs a humourless laugh. “Prostate orgasms can’t be as good as people make them out to be,” he rushes out with a barely there breath. Buck raises an eyebrow behind him, despite the fact that Eddie can’t see his reaction, and smirks when Eddie continues. “Pornstars are overreacting.”

“You want me to prove you wrong, Eds?” Buck asks, moving his finger to massage Eddie’s walls instead of simply slipping it in and out. He avoids where he suspects Eddie’s prostate to be on purpose, watching the man grow restless and impatient below him. Eddie writhes on the bed below him, feeling too full in his own skin.

“You can try, Buck, but I already know it’s a scam,” he scoffs.

When he feels like he’s loosened up a little, Buck pulls his finger all the way out once again. But this time, when he pushes it back in, it's joined by a second. His middle and ring finger press against Eddie’s rim before gently sinking all the way in.

Eddie bites down on the pillow below him, feeling it now wet with his tears as Buck starts to stretch him open, scissoring his fingers softly. Eddie pulls his hands apart, needing to feel anything but the fingers in his ass if he’s going to avoid cumming immediately. He focuses on the burn as the fabric of his shirt strains around his wrists, but it’s not enough.

He does anything he can to fidget, and Buck chuckles when he realises what he’s trying to do, how he’s trying to simultaneously press into and get away from all stimulation Buck’s giving him.

Buck curls his fingers, listening to the delightful moans and groans it pulls from his best friend.

“See, told you that you’d feel good on bottom,” he says, then he purposefully aims for Eddie’s prostate and presses down harshly before he can give a snarky reply.

Eddie throws his head back with a startled cry, a whine tearing its way from his chest. He pushes as far up the bed as he can on the tips of his toes, his legs straining with the effort to get away. Buck doesn’t move his fingers, instead he chooses to circle his fingers more intently and purposefully as Eddie sobs.

Buck leans down to press open mouthed kisses against the small of Eddie’s back as the man fights his restraints. If anything, his struggling actually manages to tangle his shirt more, further restraining him, which only gives Buck more motivation to all but attack Eddie’s prostate.

He rubs circles over it, presses down on it intensely, taps on it a few times, before avoiding it for only a minute to give Eddie a breather.

Eddie takes a few deep breaths, finally manages to get his breathing a little better, and goes to say something when Buck spreads the two fingers he has inside of him, and manages to lick between his fingers over Eddie’s lube-covered hole. Eddie’s responding groan is deep and guttural, his face and chest pressing down into the mattress as his ass pushes up closer to Buck’s face.

Buck laves his tongue everywhere he can, licking over lube coated skin and relishing in the heady taste. He can’t bring himself to even consider his own pleasure, his cock long forgotten in his jeans as he makes Eddie feel good. His moans and whines are muffled as Buck fucks his tongue into him beside his fingers, still targeting his prostate every time he pushes them in. It’s something he’s never let anyone ever do to him, never thought he would, never even considered that he would want it, but now that he has it he never wants to stop feeling it.

“God, please Buck, it’s too much,” he pleads with a sob, pressing into his best friend’s fingers as he pulls his tongue out to gain the space he needs to press them fully against his prostate. His touch has Eddie squirming relentlessly.

“Feel good, Eds? Thought it was a scam? Thought prostate orgasms were overexaggerated and an overreaction? No?” he asks, continuing to abuse his prostate as well as he can.

Eddie sobs below him and the sight is delightful. “I was wrong! I was wrong! Please!” he begs.

Buck simply shushes him, then pulls his fingers out and says, “You can take it, Eds,” before he pushes his fingers back in, a third amongst them.

Eddie’s shouts are silent as he grows more overwhelmed. All three of Buck’s fingers press in and aim directly for his prostate. But instead of massaging over it like he had previously, he instead presses down hard and rubs his fingers in quick little circles, almost like he’s circling a clit, and Eddie can’t stop how he reacts.

He starts kicking and fighting against it, trying to get away from his touch and to finally pull his hands out of the tangled mess of his shirt. It doesn’t go very well, and Buck’s grip on his hip turns bruising as he fights to keep him still. His chest stutters on every breath as he tries to get away from the overwhelming sensation of Buck’s fingers.

Eddie’s cock kicks valiantly below him, leaking steadily against the mattress as it lies forgotten, but Eddie barely tries to get any friction on it. Not consciously at least. He’s too busy experiencing the best prostate massage of his life.

The heat that was curling up his spine with one finger is now all-consuming. It rages through him as Buck plays with his prostate, so much so that he can do nothing but sob into the pillow. He’s sure he’s talking too, but he has no idea what he’s saying. He distantly thinks he’s begging, but what for he doesn’t know. He never wants to get up from this position, never wants the pleasure to stop, but at the same time he can feel an orgasm simmering in the bottom of his stomach, and he so desperately wants to chase the high. But he knows that once he does he won’t be able to stop himself from falling over the edge, and once he has what is sure to be the most mind blowing orgasm of his life they’ll stop.

His orgasm builds on him quickly, every press of Buck’s fingers has him gasping for breath, and he can’t see him but he just knows Buck’s smirking behind him. His legs and arms are trembling so much he can’t find the strength to move away from it, so he just has to lie there and take it, with the exception of his breathless pleas.

“Buck, please, too much. Need to- cum, need, please,” he begs, crying into the pillow below him.

Buck’s fingers slow down and eventually move away from his prostate. He takes a moment to catch his breath again and sighs with relief when Buck finally pulls the shirt from his hands, relieving the pressure on his shoulders and giving him the use of his hands back. But he has no time to get used to it before Buck flips him onto his back.

His thighs tremble in Buck’s grip as he pushes Eddie’s knees up and starts to push his cock in. Buck hasn’t even taken his jeans off, choosing to instead unzip them and pull his cock out. His belt is open but still sits through the loops, jangling as he bullies his cock past Eddie’s rim, and the contradiction of Buck still being mostly clothed while he’s completely bare is messing with his head. Despite being blonde Buck has a thatch of dark hair leading from his belly button down to surround the base of his dick and he can’t take his eyes away.

Granted, his vision has now whited out completely as he’s stretched around the girth of Buck’s cock.

He presses in slowly, and Eddie sobs as he feels every inch slide in. He has no idea what happens around him, or what Buck’s saying, all he can feel is the burning pressure as Buck pushes forwards, and the insistent grip Buck has on his thighs, keeping them stretched open.

His own cock lays uselessly on his stomach, purple and throbbing and leaking pre-cum everywhere. He’s sure he look utterly pathetic to Buck, who looms over him like a fucking greek god, lust having taken over his gaze completely. Eddie doesn’t even have the energy to moan anymore, he simply lays there and sobs as Buck presses in to the hilt.

When Buck bottoms out he takes a deep shuddered breath. Nothing’s ever felt this good wrapped around his cock before. Eddie’s so unbelievably tight, and he looks ethereal below him. He looks fucked out already, and Buck hasn’t even started moving yet.

He stills for a moment, letting Eddie get used to it. He may be playing mean right now, throwing Eddie around and using him how he pleases, but he doesn’t want to hurt him. The second Eddie looks like he’s not enjoying himself, like he’s in pain or wants to stop Buck will. He’ll do whatever Eddie tells him in a heartbeat.

But Eddie really doesn’t look like he wants him to stop. After a minute of trying to catch his breath, Eddie’s head is thrown back against the pillows, his eyes are screwed tightly shut, and he’s biting his bottom lip so hard Buck is sure he’s close to drawing blood. Both of his hands have moved from their death grip on the sheets to down between his legs, and Buck’s sure he’s going for his cock to try and get some stimulation, but they bypass it completely to instead scratch desperately at Buck’s abs.

Well, more so his lower stomach, just above the base of his cock, but really it looks like he’s scrabbling to hold on to any part of Buck he can reach, and he doesn’t have the energy to hold his arms up right now, so Buck’s abs are going to have to do.

He looks like he’s reached the pinnacle of pleasure despite being unable to open his eyes, and Buck has to bite his own lip to contain his smug smile.

He checks in anyway.

“You good, Eds?” he practically whispers, waiting for a response from his best friend. It comes quickly enough, as Buck’s words seem to have been silent permission for Eddie to make noise again.

A deep, guttural groan unlike any Eddie’s made before is torn from his chest, followed quickly thereafter by a sobbed whimper. Buck still waits for his answer, and when it’s clear he’s not going to move until Eddie says something his eyes finally open. They’re only half open really, like he’s tired and it’s taking physical effort to keep them from closing. They’re red-rimmed, likely from the crying he’d been doing, and they’re bloodshot to hell. They look foggy, unconcentrated, like he can’t fully focus on Buck, and the thought has Buck’s head spinning. He’d not even moved yet and he’s already fucked his best friend past the point of cognitive function.

He also looks pissed, and Buck knows why so he decides to have a little fun with it. “Hello gorgeous, how you feeling?” he asks, a smug grin on his face.

He starts talking, full sentences for the first time in a while, even if his voice is breathy and barely there. “Buck, if you don’t fucking move right this second, I swear to god I-”

Buck doesn’t let him finish as he gives one, two, three hard, fast thrusts into the man below him, before stilling again. “You’ll what?” he asks. “Come on, Eds, what will you do? You’re not even strong enough to lift your arms right now, what could you possibly do to me?”

Eddie’s glare turns murderous. Buck loves it.

Eddie’s anger must run deep, because he somehow manages to find the strength to roll them to the side, Buck still pressed deep inside him, but now with Eddie on top and Buck on his back. Buck looks shocked for all of half a second, before his stupid little smirk is back. He brings his hands up to rest behind his head, looking the perfect picture of relaxed. He bites his lip again as he lets his eyes roam over Eddie’s entire body, very slowly and so fucking obviously checking him out. The thought has Eddie shivering.

“Come on then, princess, show me what you got,” he says, getting comfortable in the pillows below him. The sight only enrages Eddie more.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he mutters, before he lifts himself up and all but slams himself back down onto Buck’s cock. He vehemently enjoys the shock that courses through his best friend as he does it again and again.

Buck's hands shoot down to take hold of Eddie’s waist, holding him as he bounces in place, using hands on Buck’s jean-clad thighs for leverage. He manages to ignore his own pleasure for a little while, instead getting to watch as Buck is overtaken by his own.

He’s sure part of why Buck’s head is thrown back is shock as he somehow finds a way to swivel his hips just so, before he tightens around his cock on the lift up. “Fuck, Eds. Shit, you’re good at this,” he moans, trying to use his grip on Eddie’s hips to lift him.

“I used to ride bulls, Buck. Riding you is easy,” he says, finally allowing himself to feel his own pleasure again. His words have Buck’s cock twitching inside him, and his head gets thrown back over his shoulders with a groan when it brushes against his prostate just right.

Buck’s grip turns bruising once more as he starts to help him, thrusting his hips up to meet Eddie’s every bounce. “Fuck! That’s it, Buck, fuck me, good boy,” he whines, relishing in Buck’s whimpers as he does what he’s told. He knew he’d have a fucking praise kink, that much was obvious.

Buck sits up and moves them both until his back is flush against the headboard. The new position means their noses are pressed together, they’re breathing the same air, and Eddie can’t hold back from bringing their lips together again.

His hands find their way into Buck’s hair, tugging at the curls and using his grip to help balance himself as he continues to bounce on his best friend’s cock. Their mouth’s mash together frantically, all teeth and tongue as they breathe desperately into one another’s mouths. Buck all but devours him, biting at his already kiss-swollen lips between each moan that’s pulled from his chest. Eddie can’t help but whimper when his bottom lip is pulled between Buck’s lips at the same exact second Buck’s cock bullies against his prostate again.

But it all abruptly comes to a stop when the sound of a ringtone echoes around the room. It’s Eddie’s phone, he knows it is. Not only is it his ringtone and not Buck’s but he was expecting a call. The real estate agent was supposed to have a meeting with him.

Buck brings his hand up from where it was desperately gripping Eddie’s waist to wrap around his neck. He uses his grip to force eye contact as he asks “Who’s calling you, Eddie?”

Eddie swallows around nothing, suddenly filled with nerves again. Telling Buck would surely anger him, but keeping it from him would definitely be worse. So, hesitantly, he answers. “The real estate agent. I set up a meeting with her before you got here,” he says.

He sees the exact moment anger floods Buck’s system, because he watches his eyes darken, much like he imagines a shark’s would. Buck looks away for a second, his eyes flicking down to what Eddie assumes are his very swollen lips, before they flick back up to his eyes.

Some of the anger still lingers, but the lust from earlier has returned, and there seems to be traces of mirth there too. Eddie has no time to question Buck's thoughts before he uses the grip he has on Eddie’s neck to throw him onto his back. Eddie moans, both in shock and displeasure as Buck’s cock is pulled from him, and just as he’s about to start complaining Buck stalks over him.

He tosses his head back and pulls at the sheets below him as Buck grips his calves and throws Eddie’s legs over his shoulders. Buck’s eyes light up with lust as he takes note of the friction burn already beginning to settle into the soft skin of Eddie’s inner thighs. Maybe continuing to wear his jeans isn’t the best idea, but the thought of Eddie walking around for the next few days with a physical reminder of what happens when he tries to leave is thrilling. Imagining him wincing as he feels the burn on his skin everytime he moves for the next week or so and is reminded of this very moment has him reeling with satisfaction. And it’s that very thought that has him overwhelmed with pleasure when he pushes back inside Eddie.

He’s not gentle with it. Overcome with anger at the reminder that Eddie planned to just leave him without so much as a word has him slamming back inside forcefully, trying his best to ignore how tight Eddie feels wrapped around his cock. Eddie cries as Buck fucks into him, all traces of gentleness gone. Little ‘uh, uh, uh’s’ are forced from him as Buck all but rails him into the mattress, pushing him higher and higher up the bed with every slam of their hips.

Eddie feels fucking great. He’s never felt so full in his life. With every press of Buck’s cock into him he swears he can feel him in his throat, and there’s nothing he can do to stop his thighs from trembling as they rest over Buck’s shoulders. He’d be embarrassed if Buck wasn’t using his thighs as handles to pull him in to meet his every thrust. His fingers look sinful as they dig into the muscle of his leg and he finds that he hopes he wakes up with bruises there tomorrow. But as he looks down to take in the sight of Buck’s hands holding onto him, he instead finds himself watching the other man’s cock disappearing between his legs. And why is the sight of him still in jeans doing it for him?

The phone finally stops fucking ringing and Buck smirks down at him, still fucking him as he talks. “When we’re done you’re going to call her back and tell her thanks but no thanks. Her help is no longer needed because you’re no longer moving. Because there’s no possible way you can leave L.A. when you have a best friend here who fucks you this good, do you understand?”

Eddie nods, finding that’s all he has the strength to do. Afterall, the breath is literally being fucked from his lungs, there’s no possible way he can bring himself to do more than lay there and moan as he takes everything Buck gives him.

But, of course, his friend is a difficult, stubborn motherfucker, who raises a brow at him, moves his legs from his shoulders to spread them around his waist. That way he can lean down so their chests brush with every thrust he gives into the man below him. He grabs him by the jaw with one hand, once again forcing eye contact, as the other holds him up. The position allows him to fuck into him faster and harder. In fact, he’s fucking him so good Eddie can only see stars, and not the man who looms above him. Still, Buck maintains their eye contact and asks once again, “do you fucking understand me, Eddie?”

Eddie sobs and nods frantically, tightening his legs around Buck’s waist and scratching down his back as he tries his best to hold on as he’s fucked within an inch of his life. “Yes! Yes, I understand! Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Buck, I’m gonna cum, please, please” he begs.

He continues to ramble on, likely more nonsensical pleas as Buck sits back up, pulls out and once again flips Eddie onto his stomach. Eddie gives a punched out whine as Buck once again forces his cock past his rim, and he’s expecting to be fucked face down, ass up so that he can muffle his sobs into the pillow. But instead, Buck pulls him up by his shoulder, wraps a hand around his neck and fucks him on their knees. Eddie cries as Buck fucks into him, resting his head back over his best friends shoulder as the world practically spins around him. He’s so unbelievably close with Buck’s cock slamming into his prostate on every thrust in.

He scrambles to hold onto something, suddenly feeling lightheaded. If it weren’t for Buck’s grip around his neck and his forearm across his chest Eddie’s sure he’d have slumped into the bed by now. He can feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, and he can hear his own voice, but he’s not sure whether they’re sobs or pleas to cum.

Buck kisses his cheek and can taste salt on his tongue. Why does Eddie crying make his cock twitch?

Buck knows it’s probably cruel, but when Eddie next sobs and begs to cum he brings his free hand to roughly stroke his cock, as he mockingly speaks in his ear. “Don’t cry Eds, this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted someone to need you, and I need you to cum on this dick like a good boy. So fucking take it.”

Eddie all but claws at Buck’s forearm, managing to draw blood as he does. His mouth opens in a silent scream, the first moan that hasn’t managed to pull any sound from him apart from a stuttered breath all day. Buck’s hand tightens around his neck ever so slightly, and he winces when Eddie’s nails dig into his skin, but he never stops fucking into him or stripping his cock. Not even as he starts to cum, shooting thick white ropes of it all over Buck’s fist and onto the bed below them.

His breathing speeds up as overwhelming, white-hot pleasure shoots up his spine. His toes curl and his back arches impossibly as his orgasm rattles through him. He doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, but Buck watches on mesmerised as he fucks up into Buck’s fist, then back onto his cock with such desperation it has Buck screwing his eyes shut as he feels his own orgasm building.

He’d been putting it off, ignoring it all in the hopes of forcing Eddie over the edge. And he’d gone over so fucking beautifully.

But now he can focus on his own pleasure. He’s made Eddie feel good, gotten him off just as he’d hoped to, so now he gets to chase his own orgasm.

He fucks into Eddie with earnest, no rythm or focus on how his thrusts land, simply thrusting his hips so wildly it’s like he’s being taken over by the animal part of his brain. It doesn’t help that when Eddie had cum he’d tightened around Buck to such an immeasurable degree that he started to find it hard to move at all.

Eddie’s still moaning and writhing in his grip, thrashing around as Buck fucking him into oversensitivity. He has to make this quick, he can’t keep fucking him if it’s hurting him. But the whines and groans in his ear are still those of pleasure, and when he sees Eddie’s dick twitch and attempt to harden up again his orgasm comes forward with such speed it shocks him a little.

He manages to hold off slightly, able to groan “Fuck, gonna cum Eds” in his best friends ear.

And Eddie has just enough wherewithal to take Buck’s free hand from where it had a death grip on Eddie’s waist and move it to feel his lower abdomen. When he settles his hand there he has to focus, but when he does he can feel the slight belly bulge Eddie gets every time he thrusts his cock deep inside him.

Every time he pushes in the tip of his cock pushes Eddie’s stomach out slightly, but it’s enough for him to feel. And the press into his hand is enough to have him groaning into Eddie’s shoulder with a moan of his own. His hips speed up, unable to do nothing about his newfound revelation.

He’s so close to fucking cumming, and Eddie must know it, because he puts his hand over Buck’s and pushes them deeper into his stomach so they can feel Buck fucking him more clearly. Then, he finds enough strength to sob and beg Buck “please cum inside me, right there Buck,” and he really can’t hold back.

He bites down into Eddie's shoulder as his orgasm rocks through him. His hips gain a mind of their own as he fucks into Eddie, shooting his cum as deep inside as he possibly can. He keeps fucking him through his orgasm, even as they fall forward into the pillows below. He just about manages to catch them before he crushes Eddie, but he can’t stop the way his hips manage to twitch and fuck his cum deep into his best friend with little whimpers and moans spilling from his chest.

It takes a long moment for him to come down from his high, deep ragged breaths heave his chest as he manages to lift himself off of Eddie’s back with shaking arms. He’s still inside him, and when he looks down at where they’re joined he can see his cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down over Eddie’s balls, and he grimaces. That must feel gross.

He looks up, ready to apologise and laugh about it with Eddie, only to see his eyes closed. And he panics slightly.

He pulls out with a grimace, especially when Eddie whines, and crawls closer to him to gently take his face in hand. “Eds? Hey, Eddie, you okay, man?” he asks, gently tapping his cheeks trying to get a response. All he gets is an annoyed whine and a scrunched up face, but it’s enough to settle his nerves a little.

He moves him so that he’s on his back, and fuck he looks ethereal. His eyes are red and puffy from where he’s been crying, as are his tear-stained cheeks. His mouth is red and puffy too, but that’s from all the biting and kissing. As is the beard burn all around his mouth and chin. His hair is a mess, all over the place and in complete disarray. And everywhere Buck looks he can see the beginnings of hickeys and bruises blossoming. It’s mainly his neck and chest, absolutely mottled with hickeys everywhere he looks. There’s a few dispersed across his tummy and abs too. His waist, hips and thighs are starting to bruise in the places Buck held him down or pulled him in with. Buck’s fingerprints are pressed into Eddie’s skin and the thought has his dick twitching, trying to harden again so soon isn’t going to work though. The only thing that has Buck flushing in embarrassment is the bite mark on Eddie’s shoulder, where he couldn’t control himself through his orgasm and had to let his emotion out somehow. He’ll apologise when he wakes up.

Until then he should probably clean him up a little. The mess between his legs is sure to be uncomfortable for him, and he knows all too well that waking up with a tear-stained face isn’t the best feeling in the world. He makes his way to the bathroom for a washcloth or two, stopping to first pick up their discarded clothes to put in the laundry hamper.

He makes the last minute decision to get Eddie something to eat and drink from the kitchen for when he wakes, he’s sure to need it.

Eddie has no idea what happens after Buck cums inside him. All he remembers is feeling this warmth deep inside him, filling him up and making him feel content. The next thing he knows he’s blinking his eyes open to a broad chest as a pillow. Buck’s left arm is underneath him, wrapped around his waist and holding him close against his side. It feels really fucking nice actually. His own left arm rests beside him, his hand on Buck’s chest next to his face.

He brings it closer so he can rub at his eyes as he tries to push himself up, but his back hurts so he just lays back down with a groan. His mind still feels floaty, like it did when Buck was fucking him and he couldn’t focus on anything else, but it’s clearing slightly. His movement and groan must have been enough to alert Buck to his newfound consciousness, because his right hand comes up to stroke a thumb over Eddie’s cheek.

“Hey, you okay? You back with me?” Buck asks, searching Eddie’s eyes like he’ll find the answers to the universe there.

“‘M okay. Tired.” he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of Buck’s neck and shoulder. The room is far too bright anyway. Buck chuckles breathlessly at his answer, but never moves his hand from Eddie’s face. Eddie finds he never wants his touch to leave.

“Okay baby. I only managed to briefly clean us up so we still have to go shower,” he starts, to which Eddie groans and moves to settle further into the bed and Buck’s hold, much to his amusement. No wonder his face hadn’t felt as bad as he’d been expecting, Buck had wiped his tears away. “I also need to change the bed, and you need to eat and drink something. You kinda scared me a little, Eds.” he says.

Eddie pulls back, his mind clearing a little more, but not completely. He looks Buck in the eyes and notices the worry in them, how they’re slightly red-rimmed, almost as though he’d been crying. Had he really been out that long? “‘M sorry, Buck. Didn’t mean to worry you,” he says, pressing a kiss to his chest in apology.

“It’s okay, just- here,” he says, sitting them both up, much to Eddie’s annoyance. He grumbles as he’s moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his back protesting the movement, noting that they’re both somehow back in their boxers. Buck stands and moves over to the bedside table to retrieve a bottle of water that definitely hadn’t been there before. He hands it to Eddie, and he tries to take it and drink some he really does, but his hands are shaking far more than he thinks is necessary, much to Buck’s further amusement, and he definitely almost spills it before Buck takes it back off him.

“Shut up, Buckley,” he mutters, watching Buck snort a chuckle as he unscrews the water bottle and holds it for him as he drinks out of it.

When he’s done Buck pulls the bottle away, and says “good boy,” as he screws the cap back on. Eddie’s face flushes at the praise, and it makes him feel a little floaty again, but he’s pulled back to the present as Buck opens a packet of chips and puts them in his hands. They’re Eddie’s favourites.

“Eat those while I go run a bath, okay?” he says, not waiting for an answer before he presses a gentle kiss to Eddie’s forehead, almost absentmindedly, like it’s second nature to him, and leaves for the bathroom. Eddie’s face flushes once again at the easy affection, but he tries not to overthink it as he eats the chips Buck gave him.

Buck returns just as he finishes and silently holds out a hand to help Eddie up. He takes it with a soft smile, which falls away instantly as he tries to stand only to have his knees protest the movement completely. His legs shake like he’s fucking Bambi on ice and pain shoots up his back from his ass. He immediately sits back down with a grimace, but even with his eyes closed he can feel Buck laughing at him.

“Stop. laughing,” he says, and when he finally opens his eyes he sees Buck biting at his thumbnail around a smirk. He glares at him, which only makes Buck’s smile widen until he gives a slight chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says, though he makes no effort to stop smiling at the situation.

“No you’re not,” he snarks back, miffed that he’s given Buck these kinds of bragging rights.

“No, I’m not,” Buck confirms.

“You’re a smug, arrogant, asshole,” he says, watching as Buck nods along to his words.

“Yes I am, very smug, very happy with my performance actually,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eddie glare hardens. “Wipe that fucking smirk off your face and help me,” he huffs, holding a hand out.

Buck nods and moves closer. “Yessir,” he mutters, before he basically scoops Eddie off the bed. He picks him up by his thighs, which Buck then wraps around his waist as Eddie hurries to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

“This isn’t what I meant and you know it,” he huffs as Buck starts to make his way to the bathroom.

“I have no idea what you mean. You asked for my help, I’m helping,” he mocks.

When he makes it to the bathroom he puts Eddie on the counter beside the sink, pulling back just enough so that they’re face to face but so that they’re close enough for Buck to still be standing between Eddie’s legs. Their close proximity means Eddie can’t help himself and uses his grip around Buck’s neck to pull him closer. He just about manages to mutter “showoff” under his breath before he pulls Buck into a soft, slow kiss.

There’s no tongue in the kiss, simply a soft, slow press of lips, with Buck’s hands on Eddie’s waist and Eddie’s framing Buck’s face. His legs are still wrapped around Buck, holding him in place until they need to pull away to catch their breaths. But they only move far enough for them to rest their foreheads together, their eyes closed. The lack of eye contact is the only thing that gives Eddie enough courage to ask what’s been weighing on his mind since he woke up. “Buck. please tell me this wasn’t just a heat of the moment, one time thing,” he whispers.

“I don’t think I could survive this being a one time thing, Eds,” he says, which has Eddie breathing a sigh of relief. He feels tears welling in his eyes as he starts to question what everything means, what he’s going to do, how he’s going to fix everything. Luckily, Buck speaks up before he can overthink himself into a downward spiral. “I understand that Chris is your priority; he will always come first, there’s no question in that. And if you really, truly believe that leaving to El Paso is the only way you can fix things with him I’ll help you get there. But I would much rather help you find a way to have both my boys here.”

Eddie blinks his tears away, finally letting them fall. He knows Buck’s got him. And he’s right of course. The second those tears start rolling down his cheeks Buck brings his hands up to frame Eddie’s face, using his thumbs to ever-so-softly wipe his tears away. Then Eddie finally brings himself to whisper “I don’t wanna go back there. I want Chris to come home. I won’t survive El Paso, not again.”

“Then I will help you get him back. We’ll bring him home, Eds. Together.”

Eddie nods. “Together.”