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The first time Eddie sucks cock, it's a bit of a religious experience. Though he hesitates to call it that—he's had more than his fair share of religious experiences, and he can safely say that none even remotely hold a candle to this.
He wakes to early spring light filtering in through haphazardly shut curtains. Which is to say that upon opening his eyes, he's temporarily blinded by the sunlight pouring in. He squints against the glare, eyes adjusting until he can take in the room around him.
Swimming immediately into focus is Buck; half-sprawled on top of him, head pillowed on his chest, snoring softly. Eddie can feel the dampness of his drool through his t-shirt. He feels giddy at that for some reason—strangely delighted by the fact that Buck is drooling on him. Maybe it's just that it feels like a sign that Buck feels safe and comfy in his arms, and he smiles, endeared despite himself.
He cards a hand softly through his hair, curls slightly matted from sleeping with it wet. He's not trying to wake him, but he can't hold himself back from touching, slowly feeling out every part of him within reach under his fingertips, now that he's allowed.
It's heady—the contact, the closeness, the burning, overwhelming lust he feels. The love. That's a new one—not loving Buck, that's a tried, settled feeling that never needs to be questioned or considered—being in love with him. He's in love. His heart beats hard enough that he's almost sure it'll jostle Buck's sleeping head where it rests on his sternum.
It's only a few minutes before Buck stirs, shifting slightly and nuzzling into Eddie's chest a moment before humming contentedly; an unmistakably conscious sound.
With the cutest little snuffle that Eddie is undoubtedly going to be replaying in his mind for the rest of his life, Buck lifts his head to face him, chin now resting on his breastbone.
"Hi," he blinks groggily. The sun's illumination is hitting the pale planes of his face, casting him aglow. His voice is rough, different than his normal morning rasp. Eddie flushes when he remembers why.
"Hey," Eddie murmurs.
Buck smiles. Then Eddie smiles, unable to tear his gaze away.
"What?" He asks, lips still stretched in a grin.
"Nothing," Eddie shrugs, "just like lookin' at you."
Buck blushes at that, hiding his pink face in Eddie's shirt, inhaling deeply.
"Stop being cute this early in the morning," he groans.
Eddie laughs, fingers stroking lightly over the soft skin on the back of Buck's neck. "Sorry, can't help it. Not when I've got a pretty boy in my bed."
Then he's being kissed, slow and syrupy, on a spring morning. He could definitely get used to this.
"You got drool on my shirt," Eddie remarks between kisses, rubbing their noses together. He shoots for dry, but his tone ends up somewhere in the neighbourhood of fond, at the intersection of endeared and smitten.
Buck hums, leaning in for another kiss. Then he gets his hands underneath Eddie's shirt, starts to push it up, smoothing warm palms over his torso as he goes. "Well, maybe you should take it off, then."
Eddie laughs but obliges, leaning up to pull his shirt off and tossing it carelessly to the floor. He wants Buck's off too, wants to feel warm, naked skin on his—it takes him a minute to remember that he can have that, he's allowed, so he tugs at the neckline of his shirt until Buck gets the idea and shucks it off, letting it fall over the side of the bed along with Eddie's.
Then he leans back down and kisses Eddie hard. Presses him into the sheets, blankets him. Their hands roam as they make out, exploratory, revelling in their still-new ability to touch each other this way with the bedsheets soft and rumpled around them, Buck's body a warm, comforting weight against his own. Before long, he feels the unmistakable poke of Buck's erection digging into his thigh. Can't help but grind up into it for a moment before he pulls back, not quite enough to look at him, just enough to speak.
"I wanna try," Eddie says, breathless, "what you did last night. I wanna suck you off."
The sound Buck makes is some strangled combination of moaning and choking, pulling further back to look down at him. "A-are you sure? You don't have to do it just 'cause I did," he stutters, flushed, "it's not, like, an eye for an eye, or whatever."
Eddie raises a brow at him. "I don't know," he gibes, pushing up onto his elbows, "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blowjob for a blowjob. Sounds fair to me."
"Eddie," Buck sighs, "I'm serious. You don't have to—"
Eddie plants a hand firmly on Buck's bare chest and pushes him down onto the bed, rolling on top of him in one smooth motion, cutting him off with a long kiss pressed to his slightly parted lips.
"And what if," he pecks him again on the mouth, then on his cheek, his jaw, the soft skin just below his ear, "I just want you in my mouth. Just 'cause. What about then?"
Buck makes a strangled noise somewhere in the back of his throat, and Eddie can feel more than see him nodding fervently.
"Well then, uh," he flounders, trying to regain his composure and mostly failing, "far be it from me to stop you."
"Good."
For all his teasing, Eddie is actually quite nervous to do this. What if it's bad? What if he's, like, bad at being gay, at having gay sex? Then Buck will leave him and find someone better to suck his dick. Eddie desperately doesn't want that; he wants to be the only one allowed to get their mouth on him.
"I, um," Eddie falters, "you know I've never—uh—done this," he tries. "So it might actually be bad."
Buck shakes his head, hand curling around Eddie's jaw. "Couldn't be. Just pace yourself, don't try to take too much at once. Breathe through your nose and just…do whatever feels good, whatever you like when it's you."
Eddie nods resolutely. He can do that.
"And, uh, watch your teeth."
Eddie snaps his teeth at him playfully. Buck flicks him on the nose.
"Honestly, as long as you don't bite my dick off, I'll be happy with anything you do."
Eddie pinches him on his hip, rolling his eyes at Buck's yelp being smothered by his wolfish grin.
Eddie takes his time. Last night was fast and rushed—which he maintains is totally not his fault, Buck caught him by surprise—and he wants to savour this. He drags his lips over the planes of his skin, kisses every part of him he can reach as he makes his descent. He licks over a pert, pink nipple, feels it harden against his tongue, then sucks on it when he catches the way it makes Buck's breathing quicken, chest stuttering under Eddie's mouth and hands. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat when Eddie does the same to the other one.
He's so responsive, Eddie could get addicted to this, wants to drown in it forever. He kisses the soft layer of fat over his stomach, can't resist biting it a little.
He slides Buck's briefs down slowly, watching in fascination as his cock springs free. He pulls them down his long, long legs and laughs when Buck almost kicks him in the face in his impatience to get them off. When he situates himself between Buck's legs, he grazes his lips along the warm skin of his upper thigh, sucking a bruise into the pale skin.
And now, he's face-to-face with Buck's cock.
Eddie's never seen a hard dick this close up before. He's close enough to smell the musk, to feel the searing heat of arousal radiating from between Buck's legs. It feels almost indecent, when laid out before him, is something he's only just allowed himself to want—and he does want. Arousal, twisting and coiling hotly in his gut, has his head spinning and hunger rearing up in him in a way he's never felt before.
He takes a moment to let himself look—he's cut, but Eddie already knew this. Buck has, on more than one occasion, lamented his foreskin being 'stolen from him without his consent'—and he's big, hard and straining and flushed red at the tip and a deep pink the rest of the way down. He's wet too, already dripping, the head shiny and slick, beads of precum running down the shaft.
Pretty, he thinks. Eddie realizes with a start that he really, really fucking wants to put it in his mouth. Seeing Buck's arousal like this, physical and palpable and all for him, literally wet and dripping with want, is so fucking hot that Eddie can hardly breathe with it.
Even though his mouth is literally watering, he starts with his hand, trying to bridge the gap between nerves and excitement, nearly drowning in his desire. Dragging an open palm hesitantly up Buck's leg to his groin, he wraps his hand lightly around the base, just feeling the weight against his palm. Every move feels pivotal, glazed in the shiny, giddy newness of a first time. The skin is tight and hot, silken, and Eddie thrills at the feeling. Buck shudders, biting back a groan.
Mimicking what he would do to himself, he strokes him slow and light, teasing at first, then firmer when Buck's wetness slicks the way. When he stutters out the prettiest little moan, Eddie looks up to see Buck staring back, wide-eyed and flush-cheeked—and he's got that look again, the same as last night, breathless wonder shining in his eyes.
Seeing him so clearly affected, turned on and twitching in Eddie's hand, has some of his nerves dissipating. He breathes deeply, heart hammering, trying to steady himself; it's just a dick, and it's just Buck.
Slowly, he leans in, swallowing the spit that'd been gathering in his mouth and breaking eye contact to press a tentative kiss just below the head. Buck gasps above him, so he does it again. Moving his mouth down to the base, he presses light, sucking kisses up the shaft of his cock, revelling in each breathy huff he can hear being pushed from Buck's lungs above him.
Something in his belly squirms, turned on and curious, as he presses a kiss to the wet, dripping head, tongue flicking out to give it a tentative lick, tasting bitter saltiness. Buck groans loudly and lets his head thump back against the mattress.
"God, Eddie," he moans, voice wrecked, and Eddie hasn't even done anything yet. The reactions he's getting are making him feel giddy, excited and eager. And so, so fucking turned on.
Buck is trembling slightly, and Eddie smooths a hand over his hip to gentle him as he leans in to lick at the head again, firmer this time, surer. The taste is stronger this time, and not entirely unlike what he'd tasted of himself on Buck's tongue last night after he'd sucked him off, but so much better. It's a little addictive, and Eddie wants more of it.
He firms up his grip on the base, then wraps his lips around the head, taking just the tip into his mouth. Buck is shaking beneath him, and a long, low whine fights its way aloud. He lets his tongue lave over the head slowly, and he feels Buck's cock jump hard.
A flailing hand scrabbles to grasp at his shoulder, nails raking over his skin, and Buck crying out, high and urgent, "EddieEddieEddie—"
He looks up as Buck shakes violently in his grasp, cock twitching in his hand. He hears a panicked, "Oh", then his mouth is being filled with come.
Eddie nearly chokes on it, unprepared for his mouth to be flooded with hot, bitter liquid. He panics for a second about swallowing, so he just lets it fill his mouth, then run, thick and dripping, down the sides of Buck's cock. It's a mouthful, maybe more; he's not sure he'd even be able to swallow it all if he'd tried.
Buck's head tips back, his lips dropped open in the sweetest pink little 'o', and it's—it's fucking gorgeous. He looks beautiful like this.
Maybe people's orgasm faces aren't supposed to be hot. Buck's is. Uninhibited, face all flushed and screwed up in pleasure because of Eddie—yeah, it's—yeah. Hot as fuck. He missed it last time, but now he watches every second, drinking in every minute detail, entranced.
After a moment, he pulls off with a gasp to look up at Buck, half-sitting up and panting, wild-eyed.
"I'm sorry—fuck—'m sorry!" Buck is sputtering, hips twitching as the last ropes of come shoot over Eddie's fist, still working over the base of his cock. "Oh my god."
Eddie is slightly dumbfounded, half shock, half bewildered amazement—because he did that.
"I'll take that as a compliment, then," Eddie says after a beat.
Buck covers his face with his hands, flopping back down against the mattress. "Oh my god," he groans again, "I can't believe I just did that."
Eddie laughs and releases his softening cock to wipe a hand over his mouth, only succeeding in spreading more come everywhere. Patting Buck's thigh, he reaches over the side of the bed and snags Buck's discarded t-shirt, wiping his mouth and hand with it.
"Aw, come on," Eddie coos a moment later when he sees Buck still has his hands over his face.
Buck's eyes peek slightly from between his fingers, face and neck flushed a deep red.
"Never figured you for such a quickshot, Buckley," Eddie grins, just to hear him whine abashedly.
"I'm—I'm not," Buck pouts. "Usually."
"At least you lasted long enough to get your pants off this time—"
A pillow smacks him in the face. Eddie snickers as he tosses it away and flops down beside Buck, cradling his jaw and coaxing him into a kiss, his own arousal simmering on the back burner. He lets Buck nuzzle into him, press kisses across his face. He looks down to where Buck is still half-hard, covered in his own come—really covered. Jesus, he came a lot.
Eddie reaches down to grab the already cum-covered shirt, using it to clean the drying cum off Buck. He hisses a little as the fabric swipes over his sensitive dick. After another soft pass of the shirt, he feels Buck's cock twitch. Innocently, under the likely transparent guise of cleaning him up, Eddie uses the shirt to stroke him lightly, just a little. When it twitches again, a soft, breathy whine at the back of his throat, Eddie discards the shirt and looks to find Buck well on his way to fully hard again. Huh.
He trails his fingers slowly down the length, and Buck hisses, but his legs spread a little wider at his touch. Eddie takes him in his hand, then leans over and kisses him again, working his fist over him slowly. Buck whines into his mouth, fully hard after a few moments.
Eddie breaks the kiss to look down at where his hand is working Buck over, thrilling at his big cock all slick and hard and straining in his fist. "You—again?" Eddie asks, impressed and excited.
He feels Buck nod against his neck, swallowing audibly. "I—I could, yeah."
"Fuck," Eddie groans, tightening his fist, letting his thumb rub over the sensitive head, already wet and sticky. Buck whines and rolls his hips up into Eddie's fist.
"Hey," Eddie says, turning back to face him and slowing his hand to what has to be a torturously slow pace, "you gonna last longer than five seconds for me this time?" He teases. Buck flushes as an embarrassed, whimpery little noise punches out of him, but his cock twitches. Interesting.
"Think you can be good?" Eddie presses, leaning in to whisper into Buck's ear. "Or are you gonna shoot off the second I get my mouth on you again?"
"Eddie," Buck groans, rolling his hips up again, flushed down to his chest and trembling slightly, breath coming out in short puffs against Eddie's skin. Fuck, he likes this, Eddie teasing him, making fun of him a little. It sends a thrill down his spine, arousal coiling in his belly at the realization, and he smiles as he stills his hand on Buck's cock, squeezing the base.
"Well?" He probes.
"Yes."
"Yes, you're gonna shoot off the second I put my mouth on your cock, or yes, you're gonna be good for me?"
"I—Eddie, c'mon," he pleads desperately.
They should probably talk about this, whatever it is that they're doing, because Eddie wants more; wants to see Buck squirm and writhe as he teases him relentlessly, whisper filth into his ear as he takes him apart—leave him blushing and moaning and crying.
Buck does seem genuinely embarrassed, but he's so, so hard, and Eddie is right there with him; he doesn't really have space in his brain for anything else. Also, he figures, he was sort of cheated out of his first experience sucking dick. He'd barely gotten his mouth on Buck before he shot off, and he really, really wants to do it.
Eddie lets go of his cock, watching it bounce back and hit his belly with a soft thwack. With a final kiss pressed to Buck's lips, Eddie licks and kisses his way down his body, sucking a trail of bruises into his skin as he goes. When he settles between his legs again, he looks up to find Buck staring down at him, pink lip tucked between his teeth.
Just like he did before, Eddie leans in to press a kiss to the shaft of Buck's cock. It's really wet now, precum dripping all down the length. He can't help but grin, smug and teasing, when it twitches, betraying his eagerness. Buck groans exaggeratedly at Eddie's expression, bending his knee to kick Eddie lightly on the hip.
"Shut up," Buck grumbles.
"I didn't say anything!"
"Yeah, well, you were thinking it," Buck complains. "You're being mean."
Eddie tries not to laugh at Buck's pout as he sinks his teeth into the meat of his thigh. "You gonna stop whining and letting me suck your dick now?" Eddie asks. Then he grins impishly, "Don't worry, should only take about thirty seconds or so."
"Oh my god, you are so annoyi—ah," Buck cuts off with a gasp as Eddie wraps his lips around the head of his cock, effectively shutting him up.
Eddie starts slow, wrapping a hand around him and suckling, tasting, flicking his tongue over the head like Buck had done to him last night. He stays there, sucking on the tip as he strokes over the shaft, hot and slick under his palm, listening to Buck's soft moans and gasps above him.
He tries bobbing his head a little, feeling him slide over his tongue shallowly, scared of going too far and gagging. He has a feeling it would not be hot the way it was when Buck had done it last night.
He can't believe how good it feels, the hot, heavy length of him in his mouth, the sounds Buck is making, the taste on his tongue—it's turning Eddie on so fast his head spins. He understands, now, how Buck could come just from doing this. It's so unlike anything Eddie has ever experienced; he's always liked giving pleasure, but this time, it feels almost selfish, like having Buck come apart in his mouth is just as much for Eddie as it is for him.
He feels the stretch in his jaw as he takes more in, bobbing his head, then pulling off with his lips suctioned to take a breath and swallow all the spit that's collected in his mouth before sliding back down. He can feel the head hit his soft palate, and his mouth feels full, almost overwhelmingly so, but as he pauses and waits for the telltale retch of an oncoming gag, it never comes.
Carefully, Eddie swallows him further down, feeling the fat head of his cock bump up against his throat, and reflexively swallows. He hears a broken sound from above, a high, tight whimper, as Buck gasps and spreads his legs further, letting them fall wide open, trembling slightly.
"Oh my god, Eddie, Eddie," he moans. "Fuck."
Eddie feels Buck's hands wind into his hair, pulling lightly, and he follows the motion, sliding up and letting his cock fall out of his mouth with a wet little pop.
"What?" He asks, voice already deep and rough.
"You just—fuck," Buck says, incoherent.
Eddie runs his hands up the insides of Buck's spread thighs, where the hair is sparse and there's nothing but smooth, creamy skin. He leans in and presses a kiss to where his leg meets his groin, then to his tense balls, tongue lolling out to lick at his sac; just to see, just to taste. He hears Buck swear.
With the way Buck's legs are spread, one knee bent and splayed open, Eddie can almost catch a glimpse of what he knows is below his drawn-up balls. And he's curious, wants to see, touch, taste, every part of Buck.
Buck starts squirming under him, one of Eddie's hands still on his thigh, holding it open. He can't help but stare at him, all spread out, flushed and needy.
"Please, Eddie," he moans brokenly.
Right, Eddie has a task at hand. He tilts Buck's cock back towards his lips before sinking his mouth down around it again. It's nice, he thinks, the way it stretches his lips and jaw, the way it tastes when he digs his tongue into the slit.
The noises Buck is making are driving him wild, and he dives down, pushing himself lower and lower as he drools wet and messy all over his cock. Has to grind his own hips into the bed to relieve some of the pressure building in his groin.
Buck is whimpering steadily now, gasping shallow, needy breaths that sort of sound like Eddie's name. He's still squirming a little, shaking and clutching the sheets in a death grip as he tries to keep still.
Eddie watches his reaction as he sinks a little lower, this time letting the thick head of Buck's cock breach his throat. Then he swallows, feels the way the muscles of his throat contract around the intrusion. The reaction is instantaneous—Buck's back arching off the bed, head thrown back as something close to a sob pierces the air.
He jerks his hips up, haltingly, like he can't control it, pushing himself farther into Eddie's throat. He's scared for a second, thinking he's going to gag or choke, but he doesn't. He lets his tongue slide over the vein on the underside and feels Buck twitch in his mouth.
It's so hot watching the way he loses control, whimpering and moaning as he desperately tries to keep his hips from bucking up into Eddie's mouth. Aborted little movements like he can't even help himself, whining when Eddie swallows around him and his throat squeezes at his sensitive cockhead. Eddie does it again, moaning around Buck's cock and bobbing his head.
Buck can't seem to stay still, so Eddie places his hands on his hips and presses, holding him down on the bed. That seems to set Buck off more, Eddie holding him down, cock jerking as he tries, uselessly, to hump into his mouth.
Eddie pulls up to just suck on the head, feels the hand in his hair tug. "Eddie, Eddie—fuck, I'm close. Gonna—I'm gonna come," Buck gasps, his voice all shaky. "Can I—"
Ready for it this time, Eddie sucks harder; he wants Buck to come, wants to see him lose his mind because of him. He lets his tongue massage just under the head, where he knows it feels good to touch, one hand moving to cup his balls and tug lightly, letting a finger roam, tentatively, behind. Dragging it lightly down until he brushes against the tight furl of Buck's hole.
It makes something hot coil in his belly, touching him here. He rubs curiously at it once and feels Buck's reaction; the way his thighs flex, the way his cock jumps in Eddie's mouth, hands tightening in the sheets, his shocked moan.
He rubs his finger over it again, slick with the spit that has slid down his shaft, over his balls. Buck draws his legs up slightly, like he's trying to open himself up for more, and Eddie moans around his cock and the wantonness.
He rubs at his tight entrance, playing with it, massaging it, before pressing in just slightly, feeling the way it gives under his touch, firm muscle clenching around the tip of the digit. He wishes for a moment that he had lube, could slick up his fingers and slide them into Buck properly, wonders what kind of noises he could coax out of him.
He can feel it when Buck's about to come. The way his cock stiffens impossibly further, his mouth filled with a burst of salty precum, Buck gasping out a warning and pulling his hair hard. So Eddie sinks almost all the way down, lets his cock breach his throat, strokes firmly at the tight pucker of Buck's hole and hums contentedly when Buck finally starts to cum, shooting down his throat with a strangled cry.
Eddie works him through it, doesn't let up, keeps sucking Buck's pulsing, throbbing cock and swallowing as Buck continues cumming down his throat, pumping his hand and milking him dry. He only stops when Buck's fingers tighten in his hair, his hips twitching away from Eddie rather than towards him.
He pulls off panting and dripping, mouth and chin a wet mess of spit and cum, and lays his head on the soft expanse of Buck's thigh as he catches his breath. He chances a glance up at Buck, who's flopped, boneless, on the bed, still twitching through the aftershocks.
Eddie's so hard he feels like he could cut glass. As soon as he catches his breath, he's up on his knees, freeing his cock from the confines of his damp briefs. He'd been so consumed with getting Buck off, he'd barely gotten any relief on his cock, and it aches now, straining and dripping in his fist.
He gets a hand around himself and strokes, intent on getting off right there, quick and easy. He's already close. Buck taps his thigh to get his attention, and when he looks up, Buck makes a soft beconing, whining noise and lets his mouth fall open.
Eddie's brain sizzles like water in hot oil when Buck sticks his tongue out flat, letting it loll. He's making these pleading eyes at him, and Eddie is, maybe, probably going to die right then and there. He has to squeeze his cock hard at the base to stop himself from coming immediately at the sight.
He swings his legs over to straddle Buck, knee-walking up over his chest, cock twitching and dripping beads of wetness, until he's in front of his face.
"Fuck," he grunts lowly, and doesn't waste any time, too desperate for that, just rubs his cock on the silky wet surface of Buck's tongue before sliding into his open mouth.
Eddie's head drops back as he groans. He's not going to last long, can already feel himself careening rapidly towards this edge. He rolls his hips forward, the head of his cock sliding across Buck's slick tongue, and he starts jerking himself off again, fast and careless. The sight of Buck under him, boneless and sated with his lashes lowered and his mouth wide open for Eddie to cum into, has him hot and desperate more than anything ever has.
Grunting, Eddie slides his other hand into Buck's hair and tugs his head back, forcing eye contact and making his mouth stretch a little wider for Eddie to fuck into.
It's less than a minute before Eddie's orgasm crashes through him. Buck's blue eyes are glazed over, watery and wide and trusting as Eddie swears loudly and comes into his open mouth, shooting over his tongue in hot, thick pulses.
Eddie strokes himself through it, and watches, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as Buck closes his lips around the head of Eddie's cock so he can swallow his cum, sucking to coax the last spurts into his mouth.
With a final suck, Buck lets Eddie's softening cock fall from his mouth, licking his reddened lips. Eddie flops heavily to the side, boneless and drained, with a heavy sigh. It takes him a moment to catch his breath and get his brain back online, still shivery from his orgasm. He can still taste Buck in his mouth, feel the slight ache in his jaw, his throat.
"What," Buck heaves after a moment, "the fuck."
Eddie turns his head to look over at him. "What?" he asks, well, tries to ask, his voice comes out as little more than a croak.
"How are you so fucking good at that?" He clarifies breathlessly. "And since when do you not have a gag reflex?"
Oh, so that's why he'd had virtually no trouble sliding Buck's, frankly, very large dick right down his throat. Eddie hadn't known he had no gag reflex; he'd never really thought about it.
He clears his throat before he speaks, feeling the ache. "Huh," he shrugs, "guess I don't."
He gets the wind knocked out of him with an oof when Buck rolls over, landing right on top of him, pressing their sweaty, sticky bodies together. He wraps his arms around him anyway, holding him close, letting their legs tangle together. Eddie is spent, fucked-out, and underneath it all, a little giddy.
He feels in down to his toes when Buck kisses him, tasting himself as Buck licks into Eddie's mouth, sucking it off his tongue. Eddie wants to consume him entirely. As they lie naked and sweaty, Eddie has the overwhelming urge to squeeze and pull and crush Buck to him until they meld together inextricably, wants him stuck to Eddie forever. Buck laughs when he tells him as much, deep vibrations reverberating through Eddie's ribcage.
As much as he wants to stay here—in this rumpled bed, in this moment, in this feeling—forever, he knows they have to get up soon. He has Chris to pick up, laundry to do, groceries to buy; Buck has some weird workout class to attend in the afternoon, one he couldn't get Eddie to sign up for with him, no matter how much he pestered.
"We should get up soon," Buck mumbles, as if reading his mind. Eddie shakes his head, tightening his arms around his boyfriend.
"We have to face the world eventually."
"What if we just…don't," Eddie suggests.
"Oh yeah?" Buck drawls, leaning back to raise a brow at him, a slow smile spreading over his face. "What would we do instead?"
Eddie smooths Buck's slightly sweat-damp hair off his forehead, trying to school his features into something serious. "We could work on your stamina."
"M-my stamina?" Buck laughs in indignation.
"Hey, look on the bright side, at least you made it more than a few seconds that last time."
"You're one to talk, you came in like two minutes! Both times! That's hardly better."
"Well, it was my first gay blowjob. Giving and getting," Eddie defends. "What's your excuse?"
Buck flounders, flushing down to his chest. "Just—it's you."
"It's me, what?"
"You just…" Buck stumbles, ducking his head, "You make me all…" he gesticulates wildly with one hand, flailing it in the air nonsensically. Eddie thinks he gets it, though. This—them—is this perfect, precious, overwhelming thing he doesn't quite have the words for either.
Eddie smiles softly. "You make me all," he copies Buck's hand flailing, "too."
"Yeah?" Buck bites his lips, sheepish.
"Yeah."
Buck tucks his flushed face into the juncture of Eddie's neck and shoulder, snuggling in. "Love you," he mumbles, barely distinguishable, muffled against Eddie's skin.
"Love you, too," Eddie sighs fondly, "quickshot."
He yelps when Buck pinches his side, but he can feel him smile against his neck.
"Two pump chump," Eddie gibes.
"Okay, you need to shut up."
"Whatever you say, minute-man."
"I hope you know that I hate you," Buck grumbles, pulling back to scowl at him.
"No, you don't," Eddie beams, tightening his arms around him.
"No," Buck relents, softening, "I really don't."