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Eddie collided against the wall with a winded sound. He yanked apart Buck’s button-up with a huff, relishing the warmth that bled through the undershirt beneath it.
It was a grapple of hands. A crackle of energy and tension where they gripped and pulled at each other fiercely. Buck latched onto the side of his neck and sucked harshly. There was no tongue, only teeth and it would definitely leave a mark come morning. Eddie gritted his teeth, bit down the moan that threatened to snake through them.
“Dammit, Buck!” He yanked Buck up by the hair, slammed their lips together for a bruising kiss. He bullied past Buck’s lips. Their tongues wound together, fought for space. Buck wrapped his arms around him, pressed him into the brick before pushing him up the wall and onto his toes.
“Fuck,” Eddie huffed, even after years of being thrown around by this man, Buck’s strength never failed to make Eddie a little dizzy. He whined when Buck licked across his hard pallet. He wound fingers through Buck’s styled curls and pulled, earning him a rough snarl.
Eddie inhaled it. There was blood in their kiss. He licked it from Buck’s mouth, lolled his head away, and snorted in an attempt to mask his desperate need for air while Buck, unsatiated, continued to nibble and bite along the bared column of his throat. His stubble, offering a distracting drag.
“What ‘can’t talk to friends anymore?” Eddie snarked breathlessly. Buck pulled away and pinned him with a glare.
“Call that talking?” Buck panted. He spun Eddie around, bodied him against the wall. Eddie hissed on impact. Hissed sharper when Buck wrestled his pants off and ripped his underwear down just enough that his bare ass met the cool night air.
Distantly, Eddie could hear people milling about the streets. The night was late, but in L.A., always young. Anyone could find them. Anyone could hear them and instantly know what they were doing. Eddie hated the thrill it caused, hated the way it made his blood simmer at the thought. At the risk.
He braced himself on his forearms, grateful for the jean jacket that protected his skin from the grating wall. “I call it being friendly,” he replied haughtily. “You’re usually pretty good at that, still trying to figure out what changed.”
Buck’s laugh was sinful. It perked Eddie’s cock right up. “You making cute with Tommy changed that.” He ensnared Eddie’s wrists with one hand and pinned them to the rough brick surface.
It was scratchy, could cut in a fight, and made a shiver roll over Eddie’s body in waves. Drove him to press back mindlessly as he sought Buck’s arctic rasp. “You knew what he wanted.”
“Did I?” A cunning grin slid across Eddie’s features. He breathed shakily, turned his head with revived snark. “I think you’re just jealous.”
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” Buck huffed against his ear. The heat of the insult seeping right through Eddie’s skin and pooling low.
In all fairness, Eddie had actually been completely oblivious to Tommy’s intentions. Marriage had stolen whatever remained of his perceptiveness that even a former Eddie greatly lacked. He’d taken all of Tommy’s casual touches and compliments as nothing more than what they were.
But his ill-had assumption was dashed when Tommy had suddenly moved in irrationally close. When he sneaked a hand up Eddie’s thigh and squeezed before he asked, “So are you and Buck completely monogamous?”
It was only then when Eddie had his ‘oh shit, ah-hah” moment, and also the exact moment when Buck had conveniently returned with their drinks.
It didn’t go well. Buck’s smile had flatlined. Eddie swore the room chilled to a negative degree. Eddie had placated him quickly, but Tommy, the idiot, had just shrugged like it was no big deal, like he’d made only a minor offense. Which lead to some posturing. A well timed threat. A kiss that wiped Eddie’s mind clean before he was dragged outside where the air brought him crisp clarity and for Buck, a slim, dank alley a few blocks down that he decided was secluded enough to fuck in, quick and dirty.
And as much as Eddie regretted the events of the night, he couldn’t deny that a small part of him also relished it. His blood always roared when he got Buck like this. The heat of his husband’s stare always made him a little more daring, which is why instead of using their privacy to further douse the lingering flames, Eddie looked for ways to fuel them.
“Yeah,” Eddie barked over his shoulder, “and what’re you gonna do about it?”
Buck looked like he’d just been slapped. He dropped Eddie’s wrist to instead stuff his fingers into his mouth, rendering him silent. There was the rough pull of a zipper. The quick ruffle of clothes, the very familiar sound of Buck slicking himself up with his own pre before he dragged his cock over Eddie’s rim, rough and mean.
“Fuck!” Eddie muffled as he slammed his fist against the wall and rutted against him. The friction was sharp. The tease of Buck’s cock dragging over his winking pucker, unbearable. He was leaking like a faucet where his underwear pulled over his heavy cock. Eddie bucked his hips, conflicted as to which sensation to press into.
“Fuck, this is getting you off, isn’t it?” Buck slinked a hand to Eddie’s front. Squeezed the evidence that proved it absolutely was. “Tell me, is it that I’m using your ass in this alleyway or because I almost caught you spreading your legs for Tommy.”
Eddie whimpered around Buck’s fingers as drool began to pour. He nodded his head deliriously. The former question, Buck already knew the answer to, but the latter? —Eddie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he released a steamy moan.
It was a game they’d only talked about once. A fantasy Eddie whispered into Buck’s ear one night a long, long time ago, but the thrill didn’t come from the idea of having sex with another man, but from the thought of what Buck would do to him if he ever did.
“You better fess up, Diaz.”
Eddie shook his head as a coy smirk formed around Buck’s fingers. He feigned a fight. Made it as far as turning around maybe halfway before letting Buck easily drag him back before pinning him in place. A playful yet wild laugh, peeling from their lips.
“Oh! So I have to fuck the truth out of you then?” Buck’s cock was getting sloppy against his hole. There was no coordination to the pleasure. A constant tease and graze that lit Eddie on fire. “Make you come as I stuff the confession down your throat.”
Eddie’s knees buckled inward, it had been years since Buck made him come with his cock still clothed, but if they kept this up, tonight would be the night. Behind Eddie’s eyelids burned possibilities. There, Buck was tying him up. Holding him down as Eddie confessed then paid for a crime he’d never commit.
He was as possessive as Buck was, if only a little less overt about it. The bottom line was he didn’t share, and he was as loyal to Buck as owners were to their Toyota. But there was something about the lividity that sprung to Buck’s eyes that made him just want to tip Buck over. Test the imaginary waters and see if he could swim. His body roiled with the desire to find out. The thought made his gut spasm brightly.
Buck pressed his palm against Eddie’s cock, started messaging it gently, and making Eddie keen. He was grinding his hips against him stiff and strong before he moved in close. Nipped at his ear and answered his thoughts as if he had a portal to Eddie’s mind. “You know I would destroy you if I found out you touched that man, Eddie.”
Eddie’s knees buckled with a moan, but Buck held him strong. Kept him steady. The insistent drag was quickly sending him to ruin. They were panting like the alley was short on air. The scent was thick and the fog was heavy. The scent of beer and Buck’s salt clouded Eddie’s mind.
The possibilities were quickly becoming endless. Buck tying him to a chair. Their bed. The ceiling. Fucking his throat here and there. Spanking him. Paddling him. Edging him until he screamed.
It was rare for them to bring much bite into their scenes. The mood had to be right. The events of the evening, perfect. Buck just wasn’t that type of guy. It took a lot to make him genuinely angry, let alone to pretend. But tonight Buck’s fury had flashed and hit Eddie like a shockwave, and he wanted more of it. His skin itched under his clothes for it, made his cock leak and balls feel heavy.
“Is this what you like, Eddie? Pissing me off?” Eddie gurgled his appraisal around Buck’s fingers. The fire pooling in his belly was starting to slosh over the edges. His husband’s hips were quickly losing all shape and rhythm. They fucked against the wall like animals in the peak of spring, their musk wafting up into the air and traveling for miles.
“Yeah,” Buck panted, his hips stuttering. “You wanted me to catch you with Tommy, didn’t you, Eddie? You wanted me to pin you down across the bar right in front of him and ask—” He yanked Eddie up by the hair. Snagged his ear between his teeth. “—did you just let this man fuck you?”
“Yeas!”Eddie came on a shout. Buck’s fingers muffled his scream. Buck pressed Eddie flush against the wall. Rutted his shirt up before he stroked himself until his cum painted Eddie’s back with a series of punched out moans.
Buck’s fingers slid from Eddie’s mouth. They slumped forward, the violated wall their only support as they trembled against each other. Their lungs, spasming for air.
Eddie swallowed thickly. “Shit, that was…”
“Intense?” Buck breathed as he kissed Eddie’s temple.
“Yeah…” Eddie reached back and combed his fingers through Buck’s disheveled locks, worked apart the tangles. His hand flopping to his side when Buck finally righted himself.
“You good?” Buck asked as he pulled Eddie’s pants up before zipping up his own.
Eddie nodded, sighing gratefully when Buck wiped his cum off his back with his sweater. It was starting to cool from the chill of the night, which was a thought as much as it was a potent reminder. But Eddie quickly shook it away, though. Maybe it would’ve stuck if Buck didn’t just fuck his screws loose.
“Really good.” Eddie cleared his throat roughly. It was a futile attempt. His voice was completely shot, as uneven as sandpaper. He turned around, unconsciously seeking Buck’s gaze. “You know nothing happened, right? Between me and To—”
Buck slapped a hand over his mouth. Eddie snorted into Buck’s palm and rolled his eyes. Buck’s gaze was soft despite his sharp smirk. He slid his hand down and leaned forward to kiss him gently.
“Of course, I know nothing happened, Eds,” Buck whispered before he pulled away.
Eddie gripped Buck’s hips and squeezed. Tension he didn’t know he had shedding from his skin and making him deflate further. “Good, ‘just wanted—needed to make sure you knew that,” he replied before dragging Buck back in for another languid kiss.
His lips were soft. Their movements, unrushed and reverent. A stark contrast from earlier that settled Eddie’s pulse and bones. They pulled apart with a slick sound. Sighed whimsically into the next one and the next one until their already strained lungs were thoroughly starved of air.
Buck breathed a laugh, stirring up warmth between them. “It’s just,” he started, his grin suddenly bashful, “I got a little—”
“Possessive?” Eddie finished, his head thumping back against the wall.
Buck scratched the back of his head. “Yeah…”
“Don’t worry. You know I like it,” Eddie said despite his grimace. The mess in his underwear was quickly growing cold and sticky, uncomfortable in a way he didn’t miss. “Would it kill you next time to not make me cum in my briefs, though?”
“Next time?” Bashfulness bled into a teasing smirk at a startling rate.
Eddie shoved him playfully. “Is this going to become a thing?”
“I for one, never want to see Tommy Kinard touching any part of your body. Unless you’re dying.” He raised a finger. “Only if you’re dying.”
“Me too, but…” Eddie trailed off, the gravity of his forming statement warming his cheeks. He dropped his gaze to his shoes and the pavement.
Buck was the last person in the world he should feel embarrassed with, but old habits died hard with Eddie. Maybe it was the setting. The events of the evening, but the thought of telling his very possessive, very loyal husband that he had an infidelity kink made Eddie feel a bit… dirty.
Buck lifted Eddie’s chin. Eddie met his crystal gaze and instantly all of his reservations thawed and sloughed from his shoulders like melting ice.
“But it’s fun to pretend,” Buck reassured.
“Yeah.” Eddie released a relieved breath and grinned. “It’s fun to pretend.”
———
Eddie brought his mug to his lips as he watched Buck mill around their kitchen. They hadn’t talked about that night since. The budding anticipation it brought was swept up by the responsibilities that came with their job and being parents, but that was three weeks ago. And Chris had just been picked up and was off to school. A shiftless day left ahead of them.
And with that knowledge and his bulky husband in full view, drifting along the counters like a tantalizing, shirtless snack, donned in nothing but sleep pants, Eddie knew now would be his moment. Now would be their chance.
He lowered his mug to the table with a clink. “I want to do a scene.”
“What kinda scene?” Buck turned around and leaned against the counter. A knowing glint, dancing in his eyes. There was never a desire that Buck couldn’t wrangle out of him in full detail. Usually, it took a minute. A moment or two, but revived anticipation gave Eddie ample courage.
“A scene where you find out I had sex with another man.”
Buck stiffened. His daring grin dropped to a careful neutral. Eddie tried to ignore the thrill it sent up his spine. His heart fluttered. His skin began to prickle with heat as he watched Buck’s lips pull back into a casual smirk.
“That would be dangerous.”
Dangerous, indeed, but that was the whole point and Eddie intended to get right to it. Be on the receiving end of a play that would leave him sated and aching in all the right ways. Eddie bit back a moan at the thought.
“How so?” Eddie asked like he didn’t already know the answer.
“Because you know I don’t share.”
Eddie’s eyes trod the plains of Buck’s pale skin as he approached him. The dips and swells of his muscles. He licked his lips. “I don’t either.”
“But it’s fun to pretend.” Buck fixed him with a predatory stare. And instantly Eddie felt like a man treading the ocean with blood in the water. His sleep shorts drew tight at the crotch. “Tell me, when would it’ve happened? When would I’ve caught you?”
Eddie felt his pulse spasm wildly. “At the bar. Three weeks ago.” Just like him. Right to the point.
Buck chuckled. “Say I got distracted. Chim or Hen. Got caught up with their antics.”
Eddie’s grin grew despite himself. He was quickly being immersed in the world Buck was building. “And he walks over.”
“Who walks over?” Buck slid into the seat next to him. Eddie shivered despite the heat that radiated from his skin.
“Tommy.”
Buck’s smirk went razor-sharp. “Fucking Tommy.”
“And he asks—“
“Hey, are you and Buck —”
Eddie’d been playing this scenario over in his head for weeks. The words glided off his tongue as smooth as melted butter. “We’re monogamous, sorry, Buck would kill you.”
Buck met him with a level stare. “But you wouldn’t.”
Eddie swallowed thickly. It already felt so real. Eddie shook his head, and Buck’s eyes got impossibly dark, like he could see straight into his deviant soul.
Buck feigned a glance behind Eddie’s shoulder. “He’d ask, ‘Where’s your friend at’?”
“Husband.” It was a feeble attempt to play loyal.
“He’d look around, the prick, and make some laissez-faire comment like, ‘Well, he seems to be busy.’”
“And I’d say, ‘Well, it’s been a while since we last got together with the crew.’”
“Yet you’re here.” Buck slid a hand up Eddie’s thigh and squeezed. The tips of his fingers sneaking under his sleep shorts that tented where Eddie’s cock stood, guilty yet proud. The stiff cold of Buck’s wedding band amplifying the agony. Eddie’s heart jumped into his throat. His skin tingled where Buck made contact.
“Yeah, I’m here.” It was thready at best.
Buck made a glance toward their bedroom. “You wanna get out of here?”
Eddie’s heart thundered in his ears. “I don’t know, I can’t… ”
Buck leaned in. “And he’d counter it. He’d say, ‘We’ll only be gone for a second. He won’t even know you’re gone.’” That was a lie. They had a sixth sense about each other that came with the danger of their job, but god could they pretend. They could always pretend.
“Okay.” Eddie motioned for Buck to lead the way.
“That easy, huh?” Buck clicked his tongue. He settled back into his chair, though his hand never left Eddie’s thigh. The weight of it didn’t either.
Eddie nodded. Now for the good part. “Okay, so what would you do to me?”
Buck snorted. “Wait, wait, wait…” He waved a hand as if the simple act could reel back time. “I’d have to know what he did first.”
Eddie groaned. Buck couldn’t be serious. “I told you,” he replied, mildly exasperated, “he would’ve fucked me.”
“Ah, but where’s the fun in just knowing that?” Buck slowly rose to his feet and stretched. “I’d want to know everything, Eds. Every fine detail.” He offered a hand. Eddie took it without question, a playful smile curling his lips.
“Stay there,” Buck instructed after shoving Eddie onto his back. He bounced on their mattress with a giddy laugh. He picked at their sheets as his ears strained for Buck as he rummaged in the closet.
“I’d imagine, Tommy, he’s a pilot,” Buck said over the rummaging, “he’s calculated. He’d’ve taken you to the bathroom. Someplace a little more discreet.”
Eddie snorted. “Very discreet, Buck.”
“Hey, I fucked you in an alley, he wins on the privacy front.” Buck returned with a large wooden box. Eddie recognized it instantly, and like Pavlov’s dogs, just the sight made his mouth water. A succulent warmth curled deep in his gut and slid low.
When Buck spoke again it was while he was getting back onto their bed. He set the box next to them. “He’d maybe be shocked you’d be the one wanting to get fucked. Would’ve thought you’d be the one to fumble out the lube."
Eddie chuckled. “I’d say, ‘I hope you have some because usually Buck carries it.’”
He watched Buck fetch the key from his nightstand before he brought it back to their box of toys. There was the distinct sound of a lock opening. The sound of silicone and rubber. The clink of metal and the rub of leather.
Eddie whimpered his anticipation. His hips flexed as his cock engorged. A bead of fluid kissing his tented shorts and making them cling to him.
“Oh, but he wouldn’t know that, would he, baby?” Buck replied. He raised a strip of black satin. His eyes glinted dangerously but still held the gentle question. Eddie nodded eagerly. After Buck secured it around his head, Eddie opened his eyes and the world was pitch black. Eddie shivered.
“But one thing would be certain,” Buck continued, the sound of his teasing voice amplified as he shuffled around him, “he’d know you’re a fucking whore.”
“Fuck.” Eddie’s back arched at the insult. A fire ignited at the base of his spine and made him squirm. His knees tented on instinct, but Buck yanked his legs back straight by the ankles before he ran his hands up his thighs, messaging the muscles gently as they climbed under his shorts.
Eddie’s breath stuttered in his chest. He was growing harder at a dizzying rate. He pawed at his waistband in a bid to blindly shove it down, but Buck batted his hands away. Stripped him bare in one fell swoop before chucking them, leaving his flushed skin bared, save for where he still wore his ratty black tank top. Eddie shivered from the chill, but the rest of him melted under the heat of Buck’s smoldering presence. His head fogged with his familiar musk.
“How would you want him, or would you want him to be in charge? Would you want him to tell you where to be, wrestle you into a position he likes?”
Eddie snorted breathlessly. “He wouldn’t be able to even if he tried.” He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m bossy when I break the rules.”
“You mean you’re a brat,” Buck snarked before he flipped Eddie onto his stomach.
“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. He shrugged, grinning contentedly as he hugged a pillow close. He lifted his head to flash a smug grin over his shoulder, but before it could make impact Buck was shoving his face back onto a pillow. Eddie grunted, he bore his hips back searchingly. For a spank, Buck’s hands, the rake of his blunt nail. Fucking anything.
“Then you walk in,” Eddie continued, his voice growing shaky at the squelch of lube and the sound of silicone. “What would you do, Buck?”
Buck barked a laugh. “You haven’t even been fucked by him yet, and you’re asking me what I would do.”
Eddie whined. He slid onto his knees and lengthened his spine when he felt the press of fingers. They were clumsy. Slippery when wet, and Eddie knew immediately they weren’t meant to be his husband’s.
“You think he’d be a klutz?” Buck asked offhandedly as he brushed and teased Eddie’s rim.
“Someone like Tommy? I have no idea,” Eddie admitted, smirking like an asshole when Buck went rigid at the mention of his name.
“But he wouldn’t wanna hurt you,” Buck replied cooly
Eddie groaned through gritted teeth. “I’d tell him he’s about to get hurt if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up.”
“Better be careful, Eddie.” Buck slid two fingers in. Eddie fucked back onto them with a strangled sound. “Tommy might take your words to heart. What’s worse than a whore, is a whore with a limp.”
Eddie whimpered at the thought. He hoped he’d be limping after Buck was through with him. He forced a rueful grin to his lips, but could only pray it stuck. “Well this night was all about regret, so what’s one more?”
“Guess you’d have to find out then.”
“Fuck yes,” Eddie breathed, because god, that was the whole idea. Buck pulled out and returned with three fingers. The stretch was absolutely divine. Eddie never tired of them. His back contorted with mounting desire as he fought the urge to rut against the sheets.
“Would you start begging?”
“No, I’d tell him to shut up and fuck me,” Eddie panted as his grip spasmed on the pillow, jumped to yank at the sheets. He snarled when Buck just barely grazed his prostate. Growled when the fucker did it again.
“Who knew Eddie Diaz had so much bite?”
Eddie’s lips pulled into a wicked grin. “I’d tell him, ‘You should meet my husband.’”
Buck spread his fingers suddenly, wiping Eddie’s smirk clean off his face with a wrecked groan. “Better not,” he replied stiffly. His voice carried not just a warning, but a threat. “If he were smart, he’d know to fucking disappear.”
Eddie’s desperation peaked. He fucked back before grinding his cock across the sheets he’d been dripping onto. The drag was sharp and hot and slick and —“Fuck! Fuck me, Evan. I swear to god, fuck me right now.”
Buck pulled out and returned with a blunt head. It was slick and cold, and felt nothing like his husband’s cock. Eddie huffed a laugh into the pillow. He tried to look back despite the blindfold, but Buck pushed his head forward again.
“You think he’d be small?”
“God no one is as big as you,” Eddie slurred, because truth be told, all he could think about was Buck’s dick at the moment. That and the burning frustration that came with the dildo that continued to tease and prod at his sensitive rim.
“Would you tell him that?” Buck asked, his voice audibly smug.
“Fuck, yeah, I would.” Eddie looked back with a cocky smirk. “I’m a whore, not a liar.”
Buck huffed a laugh before playfully pushing Eddie’s head back down, both of them groaning when the head of the dildo popped inside. Buck made a curious sound as he pulsed it, one that feigned sympathy.
“He’d maybe get a little anxious if you said that. He’d maybe want to compare.”
“I’d tell him not to even waste his fucking time.” The dildo jumped in deeper after that and served as a shock to Eddie’s system.
He hissed, his hole spasmed, instinctually tightened up. No matter how long they’d done this, it always did, but before he could think anything of it. Buck moved in close and kissed his shoulder. “Big breath, Eds.”
Eddie relaxed every single muscle in his body with a long sigh. Moaned as the dildo continued to fill him until it was fully seated. Buck pulsed it a bit. Eddie whimpered from the drag and nodded and melted into the sheets when he started fucking him with it at a slow even pace.
“He’d want to know how you want it—”
“Hard.” Eddie scrambled to his hands and knees. He began to fuck back in an attempt to override the leisure pace. “I’d tell him, ‘Hard, just fuck me hard.’”
Buck started fucking the silicone into him deeper. He built a pounding rhythm. “Like that?”
Eddie shook with a thundering moan. His back bowed with pleasure. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”
Eddie reached for the headboard. He gripped it tightly and began to thrust back forcefully, but Buck’s wrist stuttered. Near slipped the dildo out of his ass when Eddie attempted to correct it. Eddie whined through gritted teeth. He wasn’t just growing frustrated, but losing his fucking mind. Buck was teasing all the right spots, but never striking them. Once again proving that he had Eddie’s body down to a science. Behind the blindfold swirled colors and in his ears echoed a smorgasbord of sounds that offered content to a building story.
Their harsh breathing. The repeated thwack thwack thwack of getting fucked. The filthy, rhythmic squelch of taking cock. He couldn’t really get himself to picture being fucked by Tommy. That wasn’t the point of this, wasn’t his thing. But the aftermath. Fucking hell, the aftermath, that he could entertain and the possibilities were endless. Sinfully endless.
“Would you help him, Eddie? Show him all the right places. Tell him what to do?” Buck’s voice was all goad. “I’m sure it’d frustrate the hell out of you, because you aren’t looking for a nice, patient fuck are you, Eddie? You want something messy. Something rough. Knowing that I’m right outside the door, waiting for you, sitting, none the wiser.”
A pitchy moan burst from Eddie’s lungs. That he could picture. That he could see. Buck played curious well. But in Eddie’s mind, his curiosity would've been suspicion. He’d practically be a wolf scenting blood. He’d track him. Trail him. Kick the door open and —
“Fuck!” Eddie bucked back desperately. “What would you do to me, Buck? Please, just tell me what you would do!”
“Oh, I would still have no idea what’s happening.” There was a stiffness to Buck’s tone now, nearly masked by his exertion. Clearly, he’d picked up on Eddie’s fantasy. Had somehow, someway wormed his way into Eddie’s diabolical mind. “I’d maybe be looking around, asking ‘Hey, have you seen Eddie?’ While you’re in here, bent over a filthy sink, getting your back door beat by Tommy.”
Eddie was there. It felt as real as the day and he was right there. Their wooden headboard suddenly felt like humid porcelain. The dick inside of him wasn’t his. Eddie lay before Buck painted scarlet. A tattoo of an A inked across his body as he ached and burned for punishment like an attention-seeking whore.
“Then you come in—then you —fuck, then you see…” A grin split across Eddie’s face. His voice broke off into a maudlin cry at the new pounding rhythm. The cock was hitting him deep but hitting him in all the wrong ways, but that was his frustration to bear, a minimal fee for his actions that he hoped would cause calamity.
“I’m not done yet.” There was a sudden thread of excitement in Buck’s voice. He was getting into it and that made Eddie’s insides burn. “You see, you’re shit at being quiet, Eds, but guilt would help you keep your mouth shut. That and because Tommy is just pure shit at fucking you.”
It was the confidence in Buck’s voice that made Eddie arch into the next thrust. Neither of them knew if Tommy was a shit fuck. Neither of them really cared, but it was a fact as much as a comparison that screamed, ‘He’d be a shit fuck compared to me.’
Eddie started thrusting back in earnest. In his mind’s eye, he saw the hard set of Buck’s jaw. His stern stare that would mask his shock. He’d grab Eddie by the shoulder and shove him to his knees. Fuck him right then and there and show Tommy how much the moans he caused paled in comparison to the way Buck would make him scream.
The dildo was still missing all the right places, but the fantasy kept his cock alive. It was aching, surely leaking a puddle as his moans grew louder and more huffy with each torturous thrust. He kicked his hips back. Angled them just so, desperate to fix the trajectory, but Buck, that fucker, would simply just adjust and move with him. Leaving ghosts of kisses against his sweet spot and driving Eddie fucking insane.
“Please!” The sudden plea tore from Eddie’s throat. “Please, just fucking fuck my prostate!”
“He’d be trying, Eddie! His hips would be driving and pounding and searching and holy shit, you’d go mad.” Eddie felt close to tears. He writhed on the sheets beneath him. “But then on a stray stroke of luck, he’d angle down just so and —"
“Fuck!” Eddie saw stars.
"There it is,” Buck sang. Buck started plowing Eddie’s prostate dead on, sending sparks of electricity coursing under his skin in rhythmic pulses. "Better start touching yourself now before he loses steam, Eddie.”
Eddie shoved a hand down and gripped himself. He started stripping his cock ruthlessly and after a few strokes, his gut spasmed before he came with a guttural cry. When the last wave of pleasure crashed through him Eddie flipped around. He ripped his blindfold off and pulled Buck down for a searing kiss before shoving his hand beneath his waistband.
Buck was rock solid against his palm. He wrapped his hand around his burning length and started stroking him quickly, his own cum offering ample glide. It didn’t take long before Buck was following him over. Moaning into Eddie’s mouth as he fucked his hand jerkily.
When they were done they collapsed next to each other, their chests heaving.
“And then what?” Eddie panted. He turned towards him. “I walk out.”
Buck leaned up onto his elbow, he met his gaze with immeasurably dark eyes. “And I’d take one look at you and just know.”
Eddie’s pupils blew to their very edges. “I’d be in so much trouble. What would you do to me, Buck?” He just had to know. His body throbbed for the punishment.
Buck’s gaze softened. Eddie basked in it like a cat in the sun. He loved Buck mean, but it was no secret that he loved him like this way more.
“Let’s get cleaned up first, okay?”
Eddie whined but didn’t push it. It was probably for the best, better they did this in a more cautious setting. He hopped off the bed and offered a hand. “And then we talk?”
”Yeah,” Buck chuckled as Eddie pulled him up. “And then we talk.”
———
They talked about it later that afternoon and as the day approached Eddie’s insides hummed with excitement. They’d flattened out any insecurities. Established boundaries and set rules. Created lines to say and determined their roles. Eddie envisioned that the night would be perfect. One for the books. Who knew though that he’d be completely wrong?