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It’s not something Eddie notices at first, but when he does, it flicks something on inside of him. Everything Buck does is something Eddie will notice eventually, it’s just the way of life; he has an eye always trained on his boyfriend, so when Eddie catches Buck’s hand drifting toward his stomach as Hen and Chim work on a pregnant woman who suspects she is in early labor. It’s a quick motion, and Buck doesn’t even let his hand touch his stomach, just hovering it there before shaking his head, dropping his hand, and going over to help the woman onto the gurney.
It’s a crack to Buck’s perfect professionalism, something that sticks with Eddie with the way he can see Buck’s eyes land on the woman’s clear baby bump with a scarce look of envy before it smoothes over, and Buck is telling the panicked woman exactly what they’ll be doing, and they’ll be on the way to the hospital in no time. Eddie ambles over, helping strap the woman—Amy, he believes her name is—onto the gurney, working in perfect tandem with Buck. Buck hands a strap over for him to connect, and he does the same. Their eyes meet over the gurney, and Buck gives him a quick smile, unaware his previous actions were caught by Eddie, nor the fact that something deep and hungry is stirring inside of him.
Eddie smiles back and helps wheel Amy into the ambulance, giving her a wave and a sincere good luck before Chimney hops into the rig and closes the doors. He and Buck stand there for a second, hearing the wailing chirp of the siren before ambling over to clean everything up.
Idly, Eddie wonders if it’s a one-time thing, because he’s never seen Buck do that little motion, or have that fleeting look of envy in his eyes. Even when he watches Buck so closely, he misses things.
As he and Buck knock wrists and load into the engine, Eddie can’t help the way his eyes drift to Buck’s stomach, wondering what it’d look taut and housing their baby.
It’s a dangerous thought that Eddie tables for later.
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It is not a one-time thing. Two months later, when the event never really left his mind, but settled in the background, it happens again. Two moms in labor, stuck on a beach, and really not wanting to have their babies on a sandy beach in ninety-degree weather.
Eddie feels sympathetic for them because that is definitely not an ideal place to give birth.
While the 118 and another RA unit roll up to the scene, he is on medic duty, and Buck works crowd control, getting the rigs backed into the sand as best they can without getting them stuck. Mary and Allison, the two expecting mothers, are holding hands, their faces as bright as the beginning sunburns on their shoulders, and clearly in the midst of labor. Mary isn’t a first-time mom, so she’s been timing both her and Allison’s contractions while they work through the pain, but she’s clearly in the “very close to having this baby on a sandy beach” zone.
“Alright, do you think you guys can stand so we can get you to the ambulances and off this sandy beach?” Eddie asks as he finishes taking Allison’s blood pressure—it’s a bit high, but nothing concerning for a mother-to-be in labor. “We can’t back them up any further without the risk of them getting stuck, and while the rig isn’t as sandy as this beach, I think you two want to be in a hospital for this.”
“I-I probably could,” Mary whimpers through another contraction, squeezing Chimney’s hand so hard he has to duck his head to groan silently into his bicep. It’s amusing, but Eddie keeps the laugh down. “M-Miight need some help to my f-feet, though.” Mary hiccups, a stray tear slipping down her cheek as she breathes through the contraction.
“Buck,” Eddie says, keying his radio and looking over his shoulder. He can see the exact moment Buck hears his voice on the radio, head popping up and swinging around, face bright and open. “Need some help getting Miss Mary to the rig, c’mere.” Buck is already trotting over before Eddie can finish his sentence, leaving Bobby’s side, where he and the driver for the other RA unit are talking.
“Hi!” Buck says, all cheery, but his voice is toned down a bit for the poor ladies breathing through active labor. “Here to help, who needs a hand up?” Buck says, taking the gloves Eddie hands him, snapping them on without looking at his hands. Clinical. Easy.
Hot.
“M-Me,” Mary keens through the last of the contraction, tension leaving her body, leaving her shaking and finally letting go of Chimney’s poor hand. “Help?” She asks, a wry smile on her face. Buck smiles at her, stepping around the medical supplies and kits strewn about in the sand gently, careful not to kick anything.
“Here to do that,” Buck says, crouching down and grabbing both of her hands in his gently, a smile never leaving his face. The sun hits him perfectly, making his eyes bluer than ever, his mop of blond curls falling on his forehead perfectly. He looks ethereal, bathed in sunlight, glowing. “Alright, can you get your feet under you a bit? Yep, just like that! Okay, I’m gonna help you up in three, two, one!” Buck says, tugging Mary to her feet effortlessly, biceps flexing as they rise. Mary breathes out a sigh before her foot hits a small hole in the sand, falling forward with a gasp.
Chimney reaches out, and Buck does as well, a hand cradling her belly while the other goes over her chest, wrapping around her back to grab her and right her. “Woah there,” Buck says, hand drifting away from her belly, face ducked as Chimney pops to his feet, smoothing the sand out. “You good?”
Mary breathes in and out slowly, “Yeah-... yep, yep. All good, sorry. Second baby and nine months in, you’d think I’d have gotten used to the shift in gravity,” She jokes, throwing Chimney a smile and a quick thumbs up. “Okay, I’m good.” She steps away from Buck, who still holds her hand as Chimney flanks her other side, guiding her away. The driver of the RA unit meets them halfway to take over for Buck, and the blond returns to help a weary Allison to her feet, who doesn’t stumble.
They load the women into the ambulances, clap their hands on the closed doors, and watch them drive off.
Eddie breathes out a sigh, peeling his gloves off, and grimacing at the sweat caked on his palms. “You good?” Eddie asks, looking over to find Buck flexing his hand that touched Mary’s baby bump, a weird look on his face.
Buck startles a bit, looking up at Eddie, a drifting whisper of envy settling in those blue irises as Buck peels his gloves off, handing them to Eddie when he offers his hand to take them. “Yeah,” Buck murmurs, voice almost… wistful. Aching for something. “All good.”
Eddie nods and takes the answer at face value, knocking wrists with the blond before tangling their fingers. Bobby doesn’t mind when they hold hands or press together a little closer than socially acceptable for two supposedly platonic firefighters, as long as no PDA past that happens in public. Buck smiles at him and starts walking, letting Eddie drift toward the trash can next to the path toward the idling firetruck to toss their gloves into it.
The rest of the shift goes fine, minor calls, and a semi-serious MVA near the end, but all Eddie can think about is the way Buck looked envious at the pregnant women, his hand having drifted toward his stomach inside the rig, clutching the fabric of his shirt and looking pensive. He loses the look, but his eyes tell a different story.
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Shifts that are, well, boring always leave him and Buck a bit wired—leftover energy their body produces, so used to the go, go, go of the job that’s unable to burn off with a slow day. It always leaves Buck shifty, moving around in his seat on the drive home, twiddling with everything he can get his hands on, and unable to be still. Eddie doesn’t blame him, because he’s also a bit wired—there’s a coil of energy he can’t untangle bouncing around his body, leaving him almost-tired but also not.
It’s why he’s not surprised Buck drags him to the bedroom once they’re through the door. He barely has time to toe off his boots, lock the door, and toss his keys and wallet into the bowl next to the door. Buck’s need makes him huff in amusement, allowing Buck to drag him wherever he pleases, marched to the bedroom, and herded to the bed.
“Buck,” Eddie murmurs as he lays down, Buck straddling him the second his back hits the mattress. Eddie’s hands find their way onto Buck’s hips, tucking fingers into the belt loops there. “C’mere.” Buck dips down with a keen, their lips pressing together in a soft, melty kiss. The burn of arousal isn’t there yet, just the charging love sparking between them. He can already feel his cock stir in his pants, the weight of Buck sitting on his hips helping. Buck melts into the kiss like a candle held to an open flame, moaning gently against Eddie’s mouth.
“Eddie,” Buck whispers, voice cracked, eyes half-lidded and staring at Eddie with an aching want that makes him smile. “Love you, love you,” Buck mewls between kisses, a desperate, slow-building grind of his hips making Eddie groan. “Fu-fuck me?” Buck asks, as if Eddie wouldn’t take any chance he can get to have sex with the blond. It’s as if Buck doesn’t realize he is the picture of pure sin to Eddie’s eyes, the damn most desireable person Eddie has ever met.
“Dios,” Eddie groans, cock jumping in his slacks as he grabs at Buck and hauls him down, stealing his lips in a heated kiss that lights his blood on fire. Buck moans into the kiss, sounds becoming even more sinful when a hand leaves his hips to curl into his hair, tugging and keeping him pressed against Eddie. The action has Buck shuddering against him, hips never stopping in their undulating grind against Eddie’s hardening cock; the shift of their pants fabric only making it better. Pulling away and breaking the string of saliva stretching between their lips, Eddie watches Buck huff and puff, face flushed, irises bright, and lips kiss-swollen. “Strip, mi amor.”
Buck is pushing up before Eddie can even finish the command, settling on Eddie’s hips. He looks at Eddie as he grabs the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his beautiful body, revealing his torso. There’s a slight scruff of body hair over Buck’s body, and his tattoos stand stark against his pale skin; he’s a vision, one that Eddie needs to be immortalized in paintings. He’d paint every detail, as minuscule or invisible as they may be, just to make sure the flawless vision of Buck lives on for thousands of years.
“Pretty,” Eddie murmurs, pushing up to sit up as well, leaving a kiss atop Buck’s tattooed pec, feeling that rabbity heartbeat under his lips. “Fuck, what’d I do in a past life to get so lucky?” Eddie whispers, framing Buck’s hips with his, rubbing his thumbs into soft skin. Buck whines softly, tossing his shirt away, arms circling Eddie’s neck, pushing into his body; if they get any closer, Eddie is pretty sure their atoms would fuse together.
“I… ah, I should be asking that,” Buck huffs, a moan on his lips as he settles on Eddie’s lap, hips never stopping their slow, wavering grind. “Fuck, E-Eddie, c’mon, I-” Buck cuts himself off, a wrecked moan leaving his mouth as Eddie cups his cunt through his pants, grinding the heel of his palm against where he knows Buck’s clit is. It gets the reaction he wants, watching raptly as Buck’s head tosses back, exposing his beautiful neck that’s, unfortunately, free of hickeys and love bites.
“Up,” Eddie huffs, grabbing Buck’s sides to steady the man who shakily crawls off his lap, feet planted on the floor, and a curious tilt to his head. Eddie raises an eyebrow as he stands up as well, raking his eyes over Buck’s bare torso and clothed lower half. “I did say strip, didn’t I?”
Buck looks down at himself, as if forgetting he still has his pants on, before working his button open and stepping out of his pants. His boxers are quick to follow, cunt soaking through the dark grey fabric, leaving a patch of arousal blotting the fabric. Eddie groans softly at the sight, stripping when Buck raises an eyebrow of his own, a pout dancing on those pink lips that Eddie is unable to say no to. His shirt comes off, and he doesn’t even startle when Buck steps into his space, tracing the divots of Eddie’s abs, the pads of his fingers soft against Eddie’s skin. Eddie hums at the touch, stepping forward and letting Buck undo his button, cupping his bulge afterward. It makes Eddie groan, hips canting forward, pressing his cock into Buck’s warm hand; he can feel Buck’s fingers making little shapes in the fabric, tracing up and down his shaft.
“Fuck,” Eddie whispers, pressing into Buck’s hand, his own finding it’s home on Buck’s hip, watching raptly as the soft skin dents under his fingers. Buck looks so beautiful haloed in the light from the sconces on the wall, head dipped low, staring at Eddie through thick blond lashes. Naked, bared for Eddie to see, for Eddie to touch.
All his—this man’s body, mind, and soul; his. His.
“So pretty, mi sol—like fucking sin,” Eddie groans, dipping forward to press open-mouthed kisses onto Buck’s neck as the blond tugs his zipper down, stuffing a greedy hand past the band of his boxers, taking Eddie’s cock into his hand. Buck’s fingers swivel around his cockhead, gathering the precum he’s weeping to ease the slide. Buck whines softly when Eddie slots his teeth around his bobbing Adams’ apple, pressing his teeth into delicate skin that’d look perfect stained purple and covered in his teeth marks. “Mierda.”
Buck chokes out a soft sound as Eddie throbs in his hand, pushing close, baring more of his neck to Eddie. He takes advantage of it, licking and sucking gently on the flesh—as much as he wants to mark Buck’s neck up, he’ll have to keep it to places their uniforms cover, or when they’re on their forty-eight off when they have time to fade.
“On the bed, mi amor,” as much as Eddie would love for Buck to jerk him off right here and there, Eddie has an agenda; a hidden one, at that, but still. Buck’s eagerness to burn off some of his energy before sleeping or attempting to wind down plays into his favor. Buck swallows thickly, tugging his hand out of his pants and shuffling over to the bed. He crawls onto it, giving Eddie a fantastic look at his ass and cunt in it’s flushed and dripping glory before the blond turns and sits on his butt, watching Eddie with a bashful expression. “Good boy.”
The shudder that crawls through Buck makes Eddie smile; Buck’s always been such a sucker for praise, and Eddie will happiliy facilitate giving it to the blond. With swift motions, Eddie shucks his pants and boxers off, cock resting heavy and hard between his legs. Buck watches his every movement, eyes never leaving Eddie’s body. It makes him feel good—the desire settles heavy in his core, swirling around him like the hot breeze from a wildfire turning into a tornado; slowly, as he walks toward the bed, it picks up.
Buck welcomes him between his legs with an easy invite; his legs shuffle, laying akimbo, hands squeezing the bedsheets, and face droopy and flushed. His right thigh is jittery ever-so-slightly, excess energy having nowhere to go. Buck grabs at him, and Eddie allows himself to be tugged in, settling on his calves and drawing one of Buck’s legs against his hips, pressing gentle fingers into corded muscles. Buck pushes forward, locking their lips in a bruising kiss that reeks of desperation. Buck’s always been a bit high-strung when it comes to sex, always eager to go, go, go. Eddie used to move at a more sedate pace, rolling with the punches, but now, he’s eager as well. His cock lays heavy against his thigh, smearing it with precum, balls heavy and thick with seed.
He’s been denying himself orgasms for the past three weeks, both on purpose and accidentally. Shifts built up, events—two birthdays almost back to back— and general adulting left him high and dry, but he also never chased the urge in the shower, or when Buck ran errands, and the house was devoid of souls other than his. He’s been waiting, holding off, for this exact moment.
“Mfh, fuck,” Eddie groans as Buck captures his lower lip between his teeth, rolling it and licking it sweetly. His free hand comes up to cup the back of Buck’s neck, tangling fingers with soft, loose curls, holding Buck as close as possible to him without hurting. “Desperate.” It’s spoken as a fact, because if Eddie moved his hand down to cup Buck’s cunt, he’ll find the blond is dripping.
“Yeah,” Buck whispers, releasing his lower lip. He flutters his lashes at Eddie, cheeks flush with color, minute tremors rushing up his arms and back. “All for you, Eds. Jus’ for you,” Eddie blows out a heavy breath through his nose, a groan ripping free from his throat. Dios, just as Eddie knows how to press Buck’s buttons, the blond knows his as well. Buck dips forward with a keen, nuzzling the bolt of his jaw, the whisper of his lips on his skin leaving Eddie shivering. “Please?”
Eddie knows what Buck is asking for, and with the way he kisses and moans softly into his skin, how can he deny him?
Eddie lets the hand in Buck’s hair release, crawling down the blond’s beautiful, soft body—he’s a mixture of softness and curated muscle; if Eddie could chisel him into stone, he would. Buck whines as he dances his fingers around his body, working slowly down it before getting to where Buck desires him most. A rough hand slips across Buck’s cunt—soft, pink, and kept tidy; he’s still hairy, but it’s not like Eddie doesn’t fucking love it—and cups it, pushing the heel of his palm into Buck’s protruding clit. It catches on the war-worn skin of his palm, making Buck cant his hips downward, chasing it. “A-Annh, Eddie,” Buck keens, head slipping around to rest on his shoulder, fingers squeezing at the sheets, restless and desperate. “Yeah.” The sweetest sigh slips from Buck’s mouth, dripping in pleasure; it’s music to Eddie’s ears.
Slowly, his fingers slip through Buck’s soaked folds, working a slow road toward Buck’s hole, the heel of his palm never leaving Buck’s clit, giving Buck something to rut against. He can feel every hard twitch it does against his hand, which makes him insane. “Mierda,” Eddie whispers, slipping through the slick drenching Buck’s cunt, a groan on his lips. “Really were that desperate, huh? A little heavy petting and you soak yourself,” a loose groan falls from Buck’s mouth, jerky nods to Eddie’s rhetorical question bobbling Buck’s head around. Finally, Eddie slips further back, fingertips pressing against that sopping hole. Buck’s entire body jerks, as if lightning has touched down and shot through him, a guttural moan leaving his clicking throat. “Right where you want me, huh?”
Without preamble or warning, Eddie slips two fingers in, stretching Buck wide around the digits. It tugs a rough sound from Buck, hips jumping into the air, chasing his fingers as he slowly works them deeper. He already looks wrecked, the first tear falling down rosy cheeks, eyes fluttering as Eddie crooks his fingers and stabs right into his g-spot. Feeling Buck squeeze and quiver around his fingers will never get old—it’s even better when it’s around his cock. “G–ohh, fu-u-uck,” Buck whimpers, head sliding back to hang there limply, eyes closed as Eddie starts fucking into his cunt with gentle vigor. He’s slow at first, making sure Buck can take it, before he speeds the pace up a bit. His fingers work in, out, in, out while making sure to jerk up into Buck’s g-spot on every other pass. It’s a rhythm that will never not drive Buck crazy, hips jumping and tilting off the bed, chasing Eddie’s fingers with each out-thrust. “E-Eddie.”
The way Buck moans his name has Eddie groaning, licking the backs of his teeth. “That’s it, mi sol, yeah,” Eddie coos, watching Buck jerk and chase his fingers, hips rolling with each thrust. “Saw you looking so envious today,” Eddie starts, watching Buck’s head tilt up, a look of confusion collecting between his brows, eyes swirling with lust. “Saw the way you were looking at those pregnant women—you wish that were you, huh, mi sol?” Eddie croons, watching Buck’s mouth open, a denial surely ready on the tip of his tongue. However, Eddie doesn’t let him get it out, fucking another finger in, pushing them against Buck’s g-spot, making him spasm, a wrecked gasp leaving his lips. “You’d look beautiful like that… all round and glowing with our baby, hm, mierda, yeah.”
Buck lets out a weepy sob, spasming around his fingers, arms collapsing to rest on his elbows instead of his palms, chest heaving, flushed down to his collarbones. “I-I… E-Ed,” Buck starts, stops, and stammers, clearly embarrassed. One hand flies down to grab at Eddie’s wrist, but he intercepts it, sliding their fingers together. He pulls their tangled hands to his lips, pressing a kiss on Buck’s twitching knuckles, humming against the skin.
“I’d do it, you know? Fuck you till something took; day, night, whenever, however. I’d give you a baby, put it right here,” Eddie coos, pushing their tangled hands to Buck’s clenching abdomen, right where a bump would begin to surface when—not if, when—he gets Buck pregnant. “Breed you till it took.”
“O-Oh, my f-u-uc,” Buck stammers out, head slipping backward, a sobbed moan leaving his mouth. He’s dripping slick, the wet schlck, schlck, schlck of his pussy echoing in the quiet of their bedroom. Buck’s hips roll into his thrusts, whimpered sounds and beautiful mewls leaving kiss-swollen lips as Buck gazes at him through tear-clumped lashes.
He looks hungry. Ravenous, if Eddie wants to get a bit creative.
“You want that, mi sol? Want me to breed you till you’re round and glowing with our baby?” Eddie tilts forward, watching in real time as his words sink into Buck’s cotton-filled ears, a belted sound shaped like Eddie’s name falling from Buck’s mouth. Buck’s throat bobs rapidly, eyes threatening to slip up and hide behind blond lashes. “All you gotta do is say yes, mi amor.”
“Y-es, yes,” the words are blubbered out, a desperate keen of yes, yes, yes following it. As if Buck thinks he’d take the offer back after dangling it in front of him, he shakes his hand free of Eddie’s and pushes Eddie’s hand against his stomach, right where a bump would be. “P-Please, please, Eddie, please.”
A sob, a croaked sound of desperation—that’s what falls from Buck’s lips. “B-ohh, g-god. B-Breed me, plea-, y-eah, t-there, Ed- there, there,” Buck whimpers, falling apart right in front of Eddie’s eyes as he continues to fuck his three fingers in, feeling Buck squeeze around them, hips rutting against his fingers. They are unconscious, heated motions that make Eddie groan. “C-Close, close, clo-o-se.” Buck’s voice shatters in his throat, head dropping back as his arms give up, laying him flat on the mattress as his orgasm rushes through him.
The arc of squirt makes Eddie grin wide and sharp, finger-fucking Buck through his orgasm. The blond sobs and whines, shaking, feet crawling up the bed to press into it. His thighs quiver and shake, knees swaying where they rest around Eddie. Buck’s eyes are tightly squeezed shut, mouth cocked open to let out pathetic, sweet-sounding warbles. He’s soaking Eddie’s fingers and the sheets below them, gurgling sounds shaped like Eddie’s name as he drips slick like a broken faucet wasting water.
Buck’s hips leave the mattress, inching off the surface and into the air as he shakes and shudders through his orgasm. He looks beautiful like this, flushed down to his pecs, birthmark popping against his blushing face, rutting into Eddie’s still-thrusting fingers as if his life depends on it. He’s making choked off ah, ah, ah sounds into the back of his throat, toes curled into the mattress, and hand balling up the sheets.
Finally, as if all of Buck’s strings have been cut, Buck falls against the mattress, throat clicking and chest heaving. “Fu-nnfgh,” Buck whimpers, head lolling to the side, hand never leaving the back of Eddie’s, which is pressed into his clenching stomach, abdominal muscles still spasming from the ebbing waves of his orgasm. Eddie slowly pulls his fingers out, drawing a weak, stuttered hiss from the blond; he quickly wipes them off on the ruined fitted sheet that’ll need to be changed later on.
“C-C’mere,” Buck mumbles, letting the sheets go, and tugging Eddie in with a hand on his hip. Eddie hums and goes without complaint, groaning softly when his cock slides against Buck’s soaked folds. He’s warm, radiating so much heat that it makes Eddie shiver. Buck moans sweetly, tugging him down with a hand slipping through his windswept strands and pressing their lips together. The kiss is all sugar and lust, muffled mfhs swapped between their slotted-together lips, the slow movements adding to the visceral feeling.
Eddie will never get tired of kissing Buck, it’s addictive; the way their lips slot together perfectly; the way Buck is always so enthusiastic about it; the way Eddie feels when their lips slot together—it’s something that soothes him, tugs him down to earth, remaining perfectly present for each soft slip of lips, and Buck’s sighed moans. Eddie has always loved kissing; the gentle or insatiable intimacy of it has always appealed to him. The closeness it brings between two bodies, pulling one another into a shared orbit for however long or short the kiss lasts. It draws Eddie close to his partner, impossibly so as he chases the lingering taste of lemonade on Buck’s lips.
“Eddie,” Buck draws back with his name on his lips, swiping his tongue across them. Buck looks beautiful this close; Eddie can see the blond freckles under Buck’s eyes and over the bridge of his nose, the way his lashes are lighter at the tips and darker toward the base, and the different shades and spikes of blue in his irises. Buck’s eyes flutter, his eyes tracing over Eddie’s face, no doubt taking in the little details he can see this close. “Fuck me?”
Eddie drops his head and breathes hard, cock throbbing against Buck’s pussy. He presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against Buck’s jaw, tipping Buck’s head to the side. “Yeah,” Eddie rasps, body overwhelmed with the desire to fuck Buck, and get the man pregnant. He won’t stop till something catches, till two lines show on future pregnancy tests, and Eddie can see how Buck’s body changes. “Yeah, mi sol. Mierda, I will.”
Buck warbles a sweet, giddy sound, a ditzy smile on his flushed face. Eddie hums, kissing him soundly one last time, getting lost in the slip and press of lips as one hand crawls between them, taking his cock in his hand. He runs his fingers through Buck’s slick-soaked folds, gathering the wetness, and using it to slick up his cock. He grips the shaft and fucks his fist up and down it loosely, relishing in the slow traces of the vein running on the underside of it. It makes him throb, weeping precum that only aids in the slide. His balls are heavy where they press against his knuckles, throbbing against his fingers as Eddie breathes through the sensations. Finally getting stimulation makes him feel insane—he’s been pent up for weeks, and he craves release.
Eddie groans softly against Buck’s lips, cradling his cock in his hands and slowly guiding it to Buck’s hole. The first press of it has Buck gasping, face pulling away to warble a sweet sound that hangs in the humid air. Eddie chases Buck’s lips, licking at the seam and getting Buck to open his mouth up to him. Getting impossibly closer, Eddie chases the dance of their tongues and Buck’s small sounds as he pushes in gently, hissing at the heat enveloping him.
The slide is maddening, a slow rock of his hips that has Buck puffing and gasping into the air, pulling away from the kiss to sob wetly into the air. The hand remaining in Eddie’s hair crawls down to grasp blindly at his shoulder, squeezing the toned muscle there with quivering fingers. The pressure makes him grunt slightly, slow breaths leaving him as he fucks in deeper; it’s a slow, excrutiatingly slow slide in that makes Eddie feel wild. He’s huffing softly into the air, staring at Buck’s blissed-out face as he’s slowly filled. Buck’s eyes have slipped closed, head tipped slightly to the left, the picture of pure ecstasy.
He’s beautiful.
With a whispered mierda, Eddie slips balls-deep, resting there for a moment; the breath in his lungs feel thin, and Eddie feels lightheaded, sucking in deep, greedy breaths through his nose. Buck’s cunt is quivering around him, squeezing minutely, soft breaths working in and out of his nose. He still hasn’t opened his eyes, but Eddie doesn’t mind; he likes watching Buck deep in the thralls of pleasure, face flushed beautifully and slack with arousal. He’s stunning like this; truly one of Eddie’s favorite looks on Buck, especially because he’s the cause of it.
“Mi amor,” Eddie croons softly, kissing a line from the bolt of Buck’s jaw to his chin, lavishing his skin with kisses. “Good?” Buck is squeezing around him rhythmically, almost in time with his breaths; it’s a maddening feeling that is slowly driving Eddie insane. If he doesn’t move soon, he’ll be dumping his load without any build-up; it’ll be as deep as he can get it, though, with his cockhead bumped against Buck’s cervix.
“Ye-yeah,” Buck whines, eyes fluttering openly, peering at him through his lashes. “M-Move, please, plea-sshungh,” Eddie works his hips back and slams in, punching the raw, elated sound from Buck’s mouth. Watching Buck’s face crumble in pleasure, his breaths coming out in stuttery, messy groans—it’s addictive, a drug straight to his system.
“FFuuck,” Eddie groans, growls it, really; the sensations he’s been craving for weeks make him feel like he’s walking a tight rope, about to fall at any second. He’s walking a thin line of not yet and too soon, the pleasure already bubbling in his core. “Can’t wait to see you all pretty and round with my baby,” Eddie hisses at the vice grip Buck’s cunt becomes around his cock, a weak, wrecked sob leaving the blond. “You like that, don’t you? You’d look so pretty, too, all tucked up in your cardigans, my hoodies, naked… Dios, you’d be so beautiful, and I’d know that I bred you right, fulfilled your desire for it, watch you grow bigger every day.”
Buck babbles nonsensical sounds, moans hitching an octave or two as Eddie fucks in, cock thrusting steadily in and out of Buck’s cunt. He’s spreading his pussy further around his cock, balls slapping at his taint. The messy sounds of his balls clapping against Buck’s ass hangs in the humid air, mingling with their labored breathing. Seeing Buck, fucking Buck beyond words will always be one of Edie’s favorite things to do—to watch those words melt out of his brain, reduced to nothing but crackling moans and heady whimpers.
“Dios,” Eddie rasps, voice cracking around the word. The pleasure is mounting quicker with each thrust, weeks of denied release crackling up his spine. It’s already suffocating, and Eddie can tell he isn’t halfway close to an orgasm, but it’s almost too much already. It’s maddening, addictive, and has Eddie’s thrusts quickening. They’re hard, promising thrusts that hilt deep with each swing forward, kissing Buck’s cervix with his cockhead. “Like sin, mi sol—pecado. Can’t wait till you’re showing, can’t wait to kiss your baby bump and worship your pretty body.” Truly, he cannot wait—he wants to be there every step of the way. He wasn’t with Shannon, and he feels like he owes it to Buck. Plus, there’s no Army to run off to this time around; not that he’d want to, anyway—plus Bobby would sic Athena on him if he tried.
“F-hnnfgh, E-Eddie,” Buck mewls, eyes slipping open, revealing glassed-over irises swimming with arousal. Even though they are clouded over, they are bluer than ever. “Fe-e-els g’ud,” he slurs, a hiccup dripping over his kiss-swollen lips, followed by a thin line of spit. “S-So-o good.”
The way Buck’s voice warbles and wavers tells Eddie it’s true, little noises—delicate, whimerpy unh, unh, unghs—punched out of him with each punctuated swing of his hips, intention-driven motions never stopping. “Close,” Eddie gasps out, “Estoy cerca, mi cielo, so goddamn close.” Eddie feels like he’s teetering on the edge of a very steep cliff, about to step off and race down toward the ocean of pleasure below.
“Guh,” is all Buck says for a moment, eyes fluttering around under his eyelids. “C-Clo…ose, t-too,” he whimpers, head rocking from side to side, jerking up and down with each heavy thrust. His curls stick to his forehead, some bouncing free with each thrust, face glowing under the sheen of sweat. Eddie wonders if Buck will glow like that all through pregnancy. “I-ooongh. E-Eddie, Eddie, Ed’..ie.” Buck’s sobs of his name gets gargled and scattered, choppy between his moans as he clenches up around Eddie, spasming with mind-melting, erratic pulses.
It has Eddie reeling, thrusts growing erratic as well—typically, he’d last longer than this, but Eddie cannot anymore. He’s at the edge of his rope, teeth gnashing together as he huffs through his nose as he fucks in and out, slamming his cock deep and adding in a dirty, swiveling grind of his hips at the end of each thrust. A particularly hard, swivel-grind of his hips has Buck howling, head thrown back, throat bared, and orgasm taking over him. His back bows off the mattress, nipples in stiff, rich pink peaks that call Eddie’s name. He’s drooling at the thought of those pink nipples dripping milk, little beads of the viscous liquid collecting at the peaks before trickling down his pecs. The mental image is more than enough to send his thrusts stumbling, orgasm a hair's breadth away, teasing sharp teeth around Eddie’s neck that threaten to snap close.
“Buck,” Eddie groans, fucking the blond through his orgasm. The blond thashes weakly under him, sobs loud and tinged with overwhelming pleasure; tears leak down his flushed cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth cocked open. “Ghhn, mierda. Dios, close-” he can barely think of the words he wants to say, let alone form them in his mouth and string them together in sentences. The pleasure taking over him is almost foreign to him, having been so long since he felt absolutely ravished by an orgasm. It starts at his toes, curling them as the spasms shake through his burning calves and flexing thighs. It shifts through his quaking muscles and burns through him, groans spilling out of his mouth.
“C-lose, fuck!” Eddie shouts, slamming in once, twice more before his orgasm snares him like a fish with a hook, and doesn’t let go. He presses in deep, cockhead nestled against Buck’s cervix, kissing it as he unloads the first virile rope of cum deep inside of him. Buck shudders at the first rope spilling inside of him, a wrecked sound leaving him as he goes completely boneless on the mattress. His feet slowly slip down the sheets, leaving his limbs slightly akimbo, framing Eddie as he rests on his calves, gasping and panting through his orgasm. “Shit,” Eddie groans weakly, head drooping against his chest, cock throbbing deep inside of Buck, staring at their connection with glazed-over eyes.
“Do…” Buck starts, stammering slightly with his words, fucked to tears and brain trying to refire it’s shut-off cylinders. Eddie looks up at him, staring through his lashes as Buck does the same to him, framing the softness of his belly with his hands. “D’you think it’ll take?” Buck whispers, a whimper following as Eddie's hips jerk forward in a rough, aborted motion. “Wan’ it to…”
Eddie hums, leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to Buck’s cracked-open lips, their noses bumping together. “If it doesn’t, we’ll just have to try again… over and over,” Eddie grins at the blond, who lets out a soft, huffed sound; it’s sweet with arousal and love. So much love. “Till it does take.” It’s a promise, something Eddie will hold himself to, because he knows Buck wants it, and so does he. Of course, they’ll need to have a deeper conversation about all of this, but the only thing that matters to Eddie is they’re both on board with the idea.
“Love you,” Buck keens softly, dragging Eddie down, looping his arms around his neck, and kissing him soundly. Eddie hums into the kiss, pulling away to whisper a I love you, too against Buck’s lips before he presses forward and steals his breath away as his orgasm continues.
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Eddie doesn’t know how long they’ve gone, how many times they’ve fucked, but he does know it was light out when they got home, and now the sky is a deep shade of blue, speckled with stars. The scones on the wall are the only provider of light in the room as Eddie slips the plug he sneakily bought—Buck loves opening their packages, and Eddie doesn’t mind it, but to keep it a secret, he actually had to go to a sex shop; it was… an experience. Buck whimpers gently, laying on their bed as if he were plucked from an old painting, pale skin flushed and glowing.
His cunt is bright red, clit fat and twitching from how much Eddie played with it during their impromptu sexcapade. This last orgasm had Eddie cumming dry, a shocking, powerful wave of immeasurable pleasure still buzzing through his body. He’s never experienced a dry orgasm before, never desired to push himself through orgasm after orgasm, milking himself dry.
However, if this river of cum now stuck inside of Buck with the help of the plug he bought doesn’t take, he thinks there will be a lot more dry orgasms in his future.
Buck sighs gently, wiggling his hips as the plug settles inside of him. Eddie hums and strokes up and down Buck’s slick thigh, squeezing and petting the soft flesh there. With gentle motions, Eddie carefully manuvers his boneless boyfriend onto his back, staring at the prominent pooch of cum on Buck’s tummy. It has his spent cock attempting to stir where it flags between his legs, the subtle ache searing up his spine as he dips down, laying a delicate kiss on the taut skin. He cradles Buck’s flank, tracing the edges of the prominent pooch.
“So beautiful, mi cielo,” Eddie whispers, pressing another kiss to Buck’s belly, looking up at the tired, fucked-out blond staring down at him with a dizzy smile plastered on his sleepy face. “I love you.”
“Lov’ you, too, Eds,” Buck murmurs, tugging him up from where he’s been kissing the man’s belly to press a real kiss on his lips. “Mm, feel so full,” Buck keens softly, his hand resting on Eddie’s, which still cradles the edge of the pooch. “Thank you,” Buck whispers, voice startlingly shy and sincere. “For- y’know.” Buck makes an aborted motion to his belly, eyes downcast, cheeks darkening with color.
“You don’t have to thank me, cariño. I want this as much as you do,” Eddie huffs softly, a smile on his face. “I’m happy I can give you this. You know I’d do anything for you,” Eddie means it; he’d truly do anything for Buck. That’s just how they are, and he knows Buck would do the same for him. The blond smiles gently, jaw cracking open with a soft yawn, his blinks getting a bit slower. “Mm, I’ll go grab clean sheets and something to wipe you up, okay? Just stay here, don’t even need to lift a finger.”
Buck smiles softly at him, watching Eddie shuffle off the bed, stretching his back, then his arms above his head, working his sore muscles out. He can feel Buck’s eyes on him, probably staring at his ass. It puts a wry smile on his lips as he tugs his boxers on before ambling out of the room, careful not to rush. His legs still feel loose and tingly, with the sensation returning somewhat quickly. Eddie doesn’t want to tip over when his knees decide to give out on him; that’d be embarrassing.
Eddie stops by the kitchen first, grabbing Buck’s water bottle out of the dishwasher, filling it with enough ice to make it cold, but not too cold, and then topping it off with water. Then, he sets the sink to lukewarm, and runs a clean hand towel under it to wet it. Eddie wrings it out, sore muscles flexing as the water drips into the sink, leaving the towel damn and perfectly warm.
With something to clean Buck with and his water bottle secured, he ambles toward the linen closet, grabbing fresh sheets from the small pile they keep. He’ll need to toss the sheets on their bed into the wash tomorrow, as Eddie wants to change their sheets, kiss Buck goodnight, and pass the hell out. Every orgasm—he lost count after three, or was it four?—wrung more energy out of him, and Eddie is about dead on his feet. Not only did he spend hours fucking and filling Buck, he also worked the entire day, no matter how dull and devoid of calls it was.
Slipping back into their bedroom—he almost takes a second to stop by Chris’ room, an automatic urge ingrained in his brain, but halfway through the small trek over there, he remembers Chris away on a two-day fieldtrip—he finds Buck half-asleep in the middle of their bed, gazing sleepily at him through a cracked-open eyes. He brightens a bit at the sight of his water bottle in Eddie’s hand, stretching out with a soft groan. “Here,” Eddie murmurs, handing the bottle to Buck. “Drink up, and roll over to the other side of the bed.” he has a very high amount of doubt that Buck will actually be able to stand enough for Eddie to change the sheets, so he’ll just have to do it around the blond.
Buck hums and heeds his ask, wiggling himself over to the right of the bed as Eddie strips away the soaked flat sheet. He bundles it into a loose ball and tosses it in the vague direction of the hamper and the door, knowing, either way, it’ll get his attention wherever it lands. He doesn’t have enough energy to walk over and set it in his hamper, so in the general—hopefully—vicinity of it will have to do. Then, Eddie begins stripping the fitted sheet and mattress protector at once, instructing Buck to roll over to the side with their uncovered mattress so Eddie can finish stripping the bed.
Buck helps with grabbing their pillows and holding them up so they don’t get tangled. It’s a easy process with Buck helping somewhat, mostly just gazing sleepily at him through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile on his face as Eddie curses the stupid fitted sheet in spanish, wrestling with the damn thing until he manages to get it to stay sucessfully.
Finally, with their pillows back in place courtesy of Buck, the flat sheet thrown over the bed—not tucked in, because, seriously, what crazy person sleeps with tucked-in sheets?—and the comforter also placed over the bed from where it had crumpled by the foot of it, out of the way of the splash zone, their bed is remade. Buck is still blessedly naked, the shimmery silver glint of the plug between his folds making Eddie feel a bit too warm all over. The blond looks about two blinks away from falling asleep, mumbling something Eddie cannot make out into his arm where his head is pillowed.
“Can you roll onto your back for me, mi sol?” Eddie whispers as he rounds the right side of the bed where Buck sleeps. Buck looks up at him and does what he’s asked, starfishing out onto the bed, limbs akimbo, and his blinks getting slower by the minute. Eddie smiles and sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing the wet cloth he set aside. Carefully, he begins swiping up the mess between Buck’s thighs, gentle but clinical with his touches. Buck watches with a soft look in his eyes, fingers twitching as Eddie cleans around his cunt, sopping up all the slick and squirt starting to dry on his sweaty skin. They’ll need a shower tomorrow, but he knows neither of them has the energy for that, so the cloth will have to do.
Buck huffs softly when Eddie swipes through his folds, gentle around the plug so he doesn’t jostle it, and even more so around Buck’s twitching, engorged, and very sensitive clit. He asks Buck to roll over so he can clean the backs of his thighs as well, kissing up and down his spine and lower back as he does so, relishing in the airy sighs and soft huffs of laughter his kisses elicit.
It takes a few minutes of turning and adjusting to get Buck wiped up and clean, making Eddie hum. “Thank you,” Buck whispers, looking at him through flaxen lashes. “Y’take good care of me.” The love, the thankfulness in Buck’s voice makes his heart stutter loudly in his chest.
“You’re welcome, amor. I’ll always take care of you. I love you,” Eddie hums, leaning down to steal Buck’s lips in a soft, slow kiss that speaks to the amount of love between them. It only lasts about ten seconds, but Eddie wouldn’t change those ten seconds for anything.
“Love y’u, too,” Buck murmurs, yawning again as Eddie laughs softly. He stands and pats Buck’s thigh, rubbing his knuckles against the soft flesh before he ambles around the bed.
Slowly, Eddie moves over to their dresser, finding a shirt, boxers, and sweats for Buck, as well as a pair of socks with a cat shark design on them. He also shucks off his boxers, tossing their abandoned pile of clothes toward his hamper as well. Eddie changes into a simple pair of black boxers, basketball shorts, and a loose tank top.
“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, poking Buck’s ankle, watching the blond’s head pop up, a sleepy expression on his face. “Clothes, mi cielo. As much as I love you naked, I know you hate sleeping naked,” Buck smiles sleepily, dressing himself in the boxers and pants, letting Eddie tuck his feet into the socks, which apparently have an image of cat pawpads at the bottom where the ball of Buck’s feet and toes are. It’s cute.
Buck manages to drag his upper half off the bed to toss his shirt on before promptly flopping back down, dragging the covers over him with a small, satisfied groan. Eddie smiles, groaning himself as he crawls up the bed, flips over, and flops down as well. He does a full-body stretch, pointing his feet, pulling his arms over his head, and popping his spine slightly off the bed, relieving all the hidden tensions in his body. It draws a satisfied sound from Eddie, a yawn breaking it in half as his jaw pops. Eddie also tucks himself under the covers, flipping the switch for the sconces off, plunging the room into darkness.
It doesn’t take long for Buck to navigate the short distance to Eddie, tucking himself into the groove of Eddie’s side. One of his legs wraps loosely around the inside of Eddie’s left leg, socked foot by his ankle, while his head finds a pillow on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie hums softly, planting a kiss on the crown of Buck’s head, a yawn breaking through as Buck squeezes him tight, shuffling impossibly closer till his front is molded to Eddie’s side. “Mm, g’nigh’, Eds,” Buck murmurs right against his skin, pressing a kiss into the long-faded bullet wound residing there. The gesture makes a tender ache bloom under Eddie’s skin, pressing against his ribcage.
“Good night, Buck,” Eddie sighs softly, pressing a kiss into Buck’s curls again, feeling the blond’s body slacken with sleep. Eddie is quick to follow, eyes fluttering as the budding images of a little baby with his hair, Buck’s eyes, and his birthmark pop up behind his eyelids.
He dreams of Buck holding their daughter, or their son, looking exhausted yet happy; he dreams of himself holding his second child, gazing into blue eyes and tracing the barest hints of a birthmark, sweeping his fingers through thin, brown strands, an elated tremble to his hand.
He rests easy.