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Sharing a bed with your best friend is a pretty normal thing to do. At least, that’s what Eddie’s heard.
Eddie, however, can only assume the people spreading such propaganda haven’t spent the three days prior to such an event speed running a sexuality crisis in their thirties.
Because it turns out ignoring the fact that you’re attracted to your best friend is made incredibly difficult when you’re half-naked, laying in bed beside them.
But Eddie’s a mentally strong guy, you know? He’s got this. He’s completely in control of himself and his desires, there’s nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
Who cares if Buck looks particularly pretty in the moonlight? Not Eddie, that’s for sure. Nope, he couldn’t care less.
And who cares if Buck shifts onto his side to face him so that Eddie can see his delicate eye lashes against his soft cheeks? Again: not Eddie.
In fact, Eddie cares so little that he stares resolutely at the ceiling when Buck starts making adorable—wait, no, not adorable—little snuffling sounds in his sleep.
Okay, it’s incredibly distracting actually.
Eddie can’t seem to block the sound out, and he finds himself rolling onto his side to face Buck.
Stupid Buck and his stupid pretty face making it so he can’t sleep.
Eddie sighs a little louder than intended, and Buck’s eyes slowly flutter open.
Damn it.
“Eddie?” Buck’s sleepy voice reaches his ears. “You’re still awake?”
Of course Buck sounds adorable when he’s half asleep. What did he expect?
“Go back to sleep,” is what Eddie eventually whispers back. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Buck frowns, closing his eyes for a moment. And for that singular moment, Eddie has enough time to think he’s safe from an inquisition, but Buck quickly brings him back to reality.
“Can’t sleep?” Buck asks, brow furrowing as he yawns.
Eddie shakes his head as much as he can while it’s smushed into his pillow. “I’m okay, just not tired.”
Lie.
“That’s a lie,” Buck points out unhelpfully, and yet ever so accurately. “You said you were dead on your feet before we came to bed. What’s wrong?”
Million dollar question there. Where to start?
He’s gay, apparently.
He’d almost let them run out of fuel in the truck because he was too busy thinking about the fact that he’s gay.
He’d awkwardly insisted he and Buck share a bed tonight, when the motel receptionist had told them they had no other rooms available.
He’s also very much aware that he’s in love with his best friend now, but that’s not the worst part.
No, that honour goes to the fact that—
“You don’t love me back,” Eddie accidentally says out loud, eyes widening immediately as Buck’s fly open simultaneously.
Well fuck Eddie sideways, he really just said that, didn’t he?
Instinctively, he throws himself onto his back and pulls the blanket over his face. He attempts to take a deep breath, but the air is warm and it doesn’t quite fill his lungs properly. At this point, Eddie doesn’t mind; maybe suffocating wouldn’t be the worst outcome right now.
The blanket is rather suddenly pulled back, and Eddie finds himself staring up into Buck’s utterly shocked face.
He waits for Buck to speak, but Buck says nothing.
It’s awkward, is what it is.
Eddie hates it.
He scrambles for something to say, but all he manages is, “You’re dreaming, go back to sleep.”
Buck raises an eyebrow at that, apparently well and truly back in the land of the conscious now.
“Seriously?” Buck asks, and yeah there’s still remnants of sleep in his voice but he’s definitely fully awake.
Damn.
“You’re hallucinating?” Eddie asks.
And it’s well and truly a question; there’s not an ounce of confidence in his words.
“That’s the best you’ve got?” Buck raises an eyebrow.
Eddie shrugs, and Buck definitely looks amused for a moment before his smile drops.
Oh great, they’re definitely going to have to talk about it, aren’t they?
Eddie steels himself.
“Look, clearly I didn’t mean to blurt that out,” Eddie explains. “I’m sorry. It’s my problem, and I didn’t mean to make it yours. I’m tired, and I wasn’t thinking, and—”
“Shut up,” Buck says, shifting so that he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking down at Eddie. “I—can we start over? I feel like I’m missing a lot of context right now. Because of course I love you, man. How could you think I don’t?”
Buck looks adorably confused, and Eddie can’t help but groan.
Oh, Buck.
Sweet, lovely Buck.
Eddie’s not sure whether he should just go with it—let Buck assume he meant it platonically so their lives can go on as normal—or whether he should explain the truth.
On one hand, he’s pretty sure keeping the status quo won’t blow up his life.
On the other hand, he’s not entirely sure Buck won’t figure it out eventually, and as such he would just be delaying an inevitable conversation.
Right.
Eddie sits up in bed directly opposite Buck, mirroring his crossed legs.
He clears his throat.
“Don’t be mad,” Eddie starts.
“Why would I be mad?” is Buck‘s immediate response. “I just want to make sure you know you’re loved. You’re incredibly loveable.”
Eddie gives him a look.
“That’s not exactly the kind of love I was referring to,” Eddie says slowly.
Buck looks confused.
“What do you—”
“Think more,” Eddie suggests. “Bigger.”
“I love you… a lot?” Buck says hesitantly. “Is that what you—”
“Jesus Christ," Eddie swears, burying his face in his hands for a moment before looking back up at Buck. “Think gay.”
Think gay?
Wow.
Maybe he’s more tired than he thought.
“You’re… gay?” Buck asks, frowning. Which, wow, insulting much? “That’s not—you’re not gay.”
Eddie hadn’t been expecting confetti, but outright denial is a bit much, surely.
“I think I’d know,” Eddie responds a little defensively. “I’ve had three whole days to think about it.”
Buck’s frown deepens as he squints at Eddie before pinching himself.
“Shit,” Buck mutters, “that hurt.”
“Did you just pinch yourself?” Eddie asks exasperatedly.
“I thought I was still asleep,” Buck retorts, now rubbing at his sore arm.
Eddie has no sympathy, he can’t believe this is happening.
“Yeah, well, I guess the nightmare’s real. Sorry.”
Buck gapes at him.
“I thought I was dreaming you dick,” Buck throws back at him. “In what world are you in love with me?”
“I don’t know, this one?” Eddie points out, maybe a little sarcastically; he thought he’d made his feelings pretty clear, after all. “I—”
“Eddie,” Buck interrupts, causing Eddie’s mouth to snap shut. “I need you to be serious right now—”
“I’ve been serious the entire time,” Eddie says, very much exasperated once more. “You’re the one who—”
“Oh my god,” Buck groans. “Will you shut up?”
And Eddie has a great comeback ready to go. Really, he does. But as Buck leans forward and cuts him off with his mouth, Eddie finds he doesn’t actually give a damn about what he was going to say.
Buck kisses the way he does everything else in life—with passion, enthusiasm and an overabundance of love—and Eddie’s kind of obsessed.
He wastes no time giving back as good as he gets, climbing into Buck’s lap at the first opportunity presented to him. Buck grips Eddie’s thighs in response, yanking him in closer until they’re flush against one another.
“Can’t believe you love me,” Buck mumbles, trailing kisses down the side of Eddie’s neck.
Eddie moans in response. “And I can’t believe your dick’s poking me in the ass.”
Buck thrusts upwards—Eddie suspects unintentionally—as he nips at Eddie’s collarbone. “And what an ass it is.”
Buck captures his mouth in a filthy kiss, and a multitude of possibilities flood Eddie’s mind.
“You should fuck me,” Eddie pants into Buck’s mouth. “I know you want to.”
Buck groans. “Wanting to isn’t the problem.”
“What is the problem then?” Eddie asks. “I’m not seeing one from where I’m sitting.”
Quiet laughter spreads throughout Buck’s body.
“You’ve been gay for five minutes,” Buck huffs out through said laugh. “I’m not fucking you.”
Wow, rude.
“I’ve been gay for three days,” Eddie argues. “I know what I want.”
He realises how ridiculous it sounds when he hears it out loud.
Buck raises an eyebrow in response.
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Three days’ll get you a handy,” Buck eventually offers, waving a hand in the air. “Deal?”
Buck is quite possibly joking, but Eddie’s hardly going to say no to such an offer.
“Deal. Get these off,” Eddie demands, tugging at Buck’s underwear. “But I want it on the record that the only reason I’m not arguing further is that I don’t actually want your dick in my ass for the first time in a random motel.”
Buck snorts before following Eddie’s instructions, and Eddie follows suit. He attempts to continue straddling Buck at first—and he’s moderately successful—but does eventually dismount once he realises he’s slowing them both down.
Once they’re both naked though, Eddie wastes no time in resuming his position astride Buck’s lap. And as their bare cocks press up against one another for the first time, Eddie feels his breath hitch in his chest.
“Fuck,” he mutters, arching forward in attempt to chase the feeling again. “That’s—”
He’s cut off by a moan escaping his throat as Buck wraps a hand around them both.
“Yeah?” Buck whispers. “You like that?”
“Obviously,” Eddie responds, thrusting into Buck’s grip as he moves one of his own hands to join him. “This was definitely a good deal.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Buck pulls him into a kiss at that, his free hand sinking into the hair at the back of Eddie’s head and guiding him where he wants him. Eddie’s quite happy to go along with it, rather enjoying being slightly manhandled a little more than he’d thought he would.
Buck doesn’t kiss him for long though, his lips trailing down Eddie’s neck once more instead, a destination clearly in mind. Buck hesitates though, once he reaches Eddie’s chest, looking up at Eddie as he pulls back slightly.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie pants, squirming in Buck’s lap as he looks down. “Why’d you stop?”
It’s silent for a moment.
“You’d tell me if I did something you didn’t like, right?” Buck asks sincerely.
Eddie softens immediately. “Yeah, I’d tell you.”
“Can I try something, then?”
Eddie’s pretty sure Buck is the sweetest man on the planet.
“Of course,” he says without hesitation, wanting to reassure Buck. “I trust you.”
Buck’s mouth immediately descends and latches onto Eddie’s nipple, and Eddie has to throw a hand over his own mouth so as not to wake the people in the room next door with the sounds that escape him. He’s been missing out it seems.
Truly, he wonders if he’s ever actually had good sex before this. He’s never felt anything quite like this before—not just in the physical sensations, but in the rest of it too—it’s overwhelming in the best way.
Eddie has the sudden urge to touch, and realises hey, there’s nothing stopping him. He runs his fingers through Buck’s hair, and uses his grip to angle Buck ever so perfectly against himself in the process. His actions have Buck moaning, the vibrations reverberating through Eddie all the way from his head to his toes somehow.
“You’re going to kill me,” Eddie mutters, gasping for air. “This is how I die.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Buck mumbles, tongue flicking against Eddie’s nipple with every word formed. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Buck shifts then, and Eddie feels Buck’s other hand on his ass rather out of nowhere. He freezes for a split second before relaxing intentionally, but it’s enough to give Buck pause.
“Don’t stop,” Eddie groans, shifting his legs further apart to give Buck better access. “Please.”
He hears as well as feels Buck’s breathing hitch before Buck’s fingers lightly trace their way closer and closer until—
Until he knows how that princess felt when Aladdin took her on that magical carpet ride. A whole new world, was it? He’s really been missing out.
It’s so good, in fact, that as Buck’s finger traces over his hole—pressing ever so firmly in a way that has the tip of said finger sinking slowly inside him—Eddie feels himself tense.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie moans, eyes widening in surprise. “Fuck.”
And he tries to stop himself, he really does.
But it’s no use.
“This can’t be happening,” Eddie groans, as he starts to come all over Buck’s dick and both their hands. Eddie’s head falls forward on top of Buck’s—perfect Buck who doesn’t change a thing he’s doing—as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over Eddie.
Eddie finds himself laughing softly as the trail ends of his orgasm leave him weightless in Buck’s embrace.
“Well that was embarrassing,” Eddie jokes as he attempts to catch his breath, still panting heavily into Buck’s hair. “Guess I’m really into you, huh?”
“Other way around,” Buck responds, looking proudly up at Eddie with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he shifts his finger slightly to brush over him once more. Eddie bites back a moan.
“You could still fuck me if you want,” Eddie suggests half-jokingly after a moment.
He knows the odds of Buck agreeing are slim, but it can’t hurt to try.
“You’re not too sensitive?” Buck asks, watching Eddie carefully.
Eddie shakes his head in the negative. “Nope.”
It’s a lie.
It’s such a lie.
But he genuinely thinks he’s got Buck fooled this time.
“You’re such a liar,” Buck says, calling Eddie out again and laughing in his face. “I’m not fucking you, man.”
“You’re a tease, then,” Eddie says in an attempt to antagonise him.
It doesn’t seem to work, unfortunately.
“What if I let you suck my dick?” Buck offers confidently, then immediately backtracks. “I mean, if you want to, you know? You don’t—I’m not expecting you to or anything. I—”
Eddie interrupts him for both their sakes.
“Obviously I wanna suck your dick,” he says, looking down contemplatively. “But you’re gonna have to give me some pointers so I don’t fuck it up.”
Buck snorts. “Don’t use your teeth.”
“No shit,” Eddie responds with an eye roll.
Buck pulls Eddie into a kiss and he melts into it. God, he can’t believe he gets to have this with his best friend in the entire world.
He really wants to suck Buck’s dick though, and he unfortunately needs to stop kissing said man in order to do so.
In an effort to reach his goal, he ends up nudging Buck until he’s leaning back against their pillows and the headboard. Slowly he trails kisses down Buck’s chest and stomach, before he finally reaches Buck’s dick.
Buck’s dick that’s still covered in his own cum.
“Shit,” Buck mutters, reaching off somewhere to the side. “Let me—”
Eddie licks at the side of Buck’s dick, tasting himself on Buck’s skin in the process. It’s not bad at all.
“—or not,” Buck finishes his sentence shakily as Eddie continues cleaning up his own mess. “Fuck, that’s—you’re insane for this, I hope you know that. Who even are you?”
Eddie doesn’t bother responding, too absorbed in his current task. And when he’s finally done, he sinks his mouth over the tip of Buck’s dick to get a feel for this whole dick-sucking business. It must surprise Buck, because he jumps and his hand flies to the base of his dick, holding himself tightly.
“Warn a guy,” Buck jokes, slowly loosening his grip, “or this is going to be over real fast.”
“Maybe you should have taken your own advice,” Eddie points out drily as he removes himself. “You know, a few minutes ago, when you made me blow my load like a—”
“It was hot,” Buck says, cutting him off. “But, touché.”
Eddie ignores Buck’s advice though—ducking his head down to take a little more than the tip of Buck’s dick into his mouth once more—and revelling in the way Buck’s entire body jolts at the contact.
“You’re not playing fair,” Buck groans, reaching out for Eddie.
Eddie hums in response, slowly sinking down on Buck’s length as Buck’s fingers tangle in his hair. It’s quite nice—comforting even—to have the suggestion of Buck’s guidance, he thinks.
Sucking a dick isn’t what Eddie expected, if he’s honest. He’s not going to lie, he’s done a fair bit of googling in the past three days, so he’s actually got a bit more of an idea how to do this than he’d let on. But that’s all theory, and this is reality.
Having seen the size of Buck’s dick up close, Eddie had immediately assumed it would be more difficult to fit it into his mouth than it actually is. In fact, Eddie finds that if he relaxes his jaw he can fit almost half Buck’s length inside with ease. No small task, considering Buck could probably win a spot in the Guiness World Records with the size of his cock.
Okay, maybe Eddie’s exaggerating slightly, but it can’t be far off.
For some reason, it’s then that Eddie has the sudden realisation that Buck’s dick is in his mouth. Buck is inside him.
Eddie can actually feel the weight of Buck on his tongue; he can taste him, and—and it has Eddie moaning desperately as he bobs his head up and down.
Miraculously, he doesn’t choke himself, however the effect his actions have on Buck is immediate.
“Eddie,” Buck moans, fingers tightening frantically in his hair. “You gotta slow down.”
Only it sounds like Buck doesn’t mean a word he’s saying. Further evidence backs up Eddie’s suspicions when he feels Buck thrusting ever so slightly into his mouth.
Oh yeah, there’s no way he’s slowing down. He renews his efforts, in fact.
Eddie wraps a hand around the base of Buck’s cock—the area he can’t quite reach with his mouth—stroking his hand in tandem as he encourages Buck to thrust again. He can’t believe he was worried about how to suck a dick a mere five minutes ago—clearly he was made for this.
“Is this revenge?” Buck groans. “I—Eddie, fuck. I’m gonna come, you’ve gotta—you’ve gotta pull off.”
Like hell he does.
Buck attempts to physically guide him off of his dick with a gentle hand on his cheek, but Eddie’s not having it. He lightly smacks Buck’s hand away, sinking his mouth down around him as far as he possibly can in one swift movement.
Eddie feels Buck’s dick hit the back of his throat—hey, he doesn’t have a gag reflex, that’s great—and swallows around him.
The effect it has on Buck is instantaneous. Eddie can feel Buck actually pulsing in his mouth as he comes—he’d expected it, yet it surprises him all the same—and he effortlessly swallows every last drop of Buck’s release with ease.
By the time Buck’s done, Eddie’s kind of proud of himself. He tries not to look too proud as he watches Buck sink back against the headboard panting, but he’s not sure how successful he is. First time sucking a dick and he nailed it, if he does say so himself.
“Guess I didn’t need your advice after all,” Eddie announces, licking his lips intentionally and enjoying the way Buck’s eyes are drawn to him in response. “I’m basically a pro now, right?”
“You’re a smartass is what you are,” Buck responds jokingly, still distractedly staring at Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie leans forward slowly, looking directly into Buck’s eyes as he kisses him.
“I’m a delight,” he says. “Right?”
“Right,” Buck agrees, pausing for a moment before asking, “Where’d you learn to suck a dick like that anyway?”
Sheer natural talent, is what Eddie wants to say.
Instead he shrugs, and says, “Internet.”
Buck huffs out a laugh in response, tugging Eddie in close as he kisses him again. Eddie seriously thinks he could kiss Buck all day at this rate. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, even if temporarily.
Eddie finds himself yawning, suddenly very much exhausted.
Buck echoes his yawn, a goofy smile forming on his face.
“You think you can sleep now?” Buck asks, wrapping Eddie in his arms.
Eddie nods, half a yawn escaping him.
“I think you wore me out,” he concedes. “Besides, it’s pretty exhausting convincing someone you’re gay.”
Buck shakes with laughter.
“I was half asleep, man,” Buck attempts to justify his prior actions. “One minute you were my straight best friend, and the next you weren’t. It was a lot to take in.”
“You know what else is a lot to take in?”
Eddie leans back so Buck can see him waggle his eyebrows suggestively.
Buck groans, pushing Eddie off of him and rolling onto his side of the bed once more.
“Why do I even like you?” Buck asks, lying on his back and glancing at Eddie with a fond look on his face.
Eddie immediately takes the opportunity to curl up on Buck’s chest.
“I hear it’s even worse for you,” he says, looking up at Buck and meeting his eyes. “You love me.”
Buck’s face softens even further. “Yeah, I do.”
“Say it again,” Eddie insists, throwing a leg over Buck’s thigh. “I wanna hear my boyfriend say he loves me properly before I go to sleep.”
Because even though Eddie’s pretty sure, he figures this is one way to get confirmation about changing the status of their relationship.
Luckily, Buck rolls his eyes affectionately in response.
“I love you, Eddie.”
Perfect.
“I love you too, Buck,” Eddie responds.
Buck presses a kiss to the top of his head.
“Now go to sleep,” Buck says, wrapping an arm around Eddie and pulling him in close.
Eddie smiles to himself as he presses a kiss to Buck’s chest.
Yeah, he’s pretty sure he’ll be able to sleep now.