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Roommates era, they're sharing a bed because back pain reasons, and Eddie's been sneaking his jackoff sessions when he thinks Buck is sleeping.

Buck is not sleeping. But not (just) for sexy reasons: Eddie's technique is awful. Buck gets in his head about it.

I want to see some Buddie confess to each other but when they go to fuck about it it turns out they have very different sexual preferences... To the point of being unsatisfying to one another.

Like Buck is kinky and verse and likes it rough/playful and Eddie is super vanilla, doesn't like anything spicier than missionary and feels hurt if Buck gets giggley during sex.
I want the angst and worrying about how they have nothing sexually in common. Maybe they even masturbate differently?

How would you want it resolved?

Op here. I mean I was thinking it doesn't get resolved. That they break up. The full angst spectrum yknow?
But I'm curious what someone might come up with for a resolution

Eddie’s been on edge lately, which is putting it lightly. Buck can see it, hell, anyone can. And it’s perfectly understandable too. Eddie’s under a lot of stress, with Chris in Texas and his parents being his parents, and–in typical Eddie fashion–he’s not talking about it. Not even with Buck. And Buck tried, of course he did, but there’s something about that blank mask Eddie puts on when Buck digs too deep–it’s scary.

So yeah, Eddie’s on edge. He’s taking on as many extra shifts as he legally can, spends his downtime pummeling the punching bag at the station gym or going ham on the weights, and Buck is not sure, but he thinks Eddie’s sleeping less too, or at least sleeping worse. Eddie’s trying, Buck knows that too, he puts on this affable face and he’s more or less the same with the team, there is no lashing out or, like, performance issues on the field. Nothing Buck can directly point at. By all accounts, Eddie seems to have a handle on it.

And still. Eddie’s keeping his distance. And like, call Buck nosy or overstepping, but the last time Eddie kept a secret he was seeing a doppelgänger of his dead wife and Chris fled the state, so Buck thinks he might be in the right with his concern. It’s not his unhealthy, codependent obsession with Eddie, no matter what Chim says, because first of all, that’s not a thing. And the pity in Hen’s eyes doesn’t need to be addressed either, because Buck’s ignoring it. Bobby, he couldn’t ignore that easily, but for now, Bobby’s holding his breath. Buck doesn’t know, maybe Bobby and Eddie are talking? Part of him hopes so, another part–the selfish, dickish, immature part Buck would like to smoulder with a pillow–is screaming ‘why not me?’ loudly.

It’s okay. It’s okay until they get a call in the middle of the night to the middle of nowhere. Car crash. Two vehicles. Mom and dad and infant baby in one, mom and dad DOA. And the baby crying and screaming at a deafening volume and already blue in the face, loud enough to be heard over the racket. A shocked teenage girl in the other, alive but mostly unresponsive. Absolute nightmare scenario.

Bobby directs them calmly, Buck and Eddie are the ones working to get the doors of the sedan open to get to the baby, Chim waiting in the wings in case they need him. Ravi and Hen are working on the other car, extracting the girl. And over all the noises–Bobby’s unwaveringly level voice giving them orders, the saws of life against steel doors, a group of people working together, still the wailing of one scared or hurt infant.

It’s honestly fascinating, such tiny lungs and ribcage and still that unending and never actually descending scream of fear and sheer unhappiness. Where is it taking all that breath from? Maybe from an infant's understanding of how unfair what just happened is. Buck doesn’t know.

It’s Eddie who finally manages to scoop the baby out of its seat and it’s him who pats it down with gentle hands. The wailing still goes strong but Eddie barely winces at it. He’s talking softly, Buck can see his lips moving, but Buck can’t hear anything, being too far away, and the little one too loud.

“I think he’s alright,” Eddie says over the noise. “Physically at least. Diaper is full, though.” He’s cradling the baby now, softly rocking him back and forth. It seems to help only marginally.

A couple of looks get exchanged and then Chim darts forward and starts rummaging around the totaled car.

He emerges triumphantly, “Found the bag!” and he gently shepherds Eddie and the wailing baby towards the engine for some privacy.

At the same time Hen and Ravi call for Buck’s help with the backboard to load the girl into the ambo. “We need to get her to the hospital ASAP,” Hen says to Bobby. “I need Chim’s help.”

“Ravi, you drive the ambulance, Hen and Chim, with the girl. Buck, Eddie–we take the little guy to CHLA once the police and the coroner arrive for the parents.”

Ravi looks relieved. “Do you think it says something about me, that I’m glad to get away from the noise?”

Chim steps out of the engine, disinfecting his hands. “It’s a number two, but Eddie’s got it handled, cap,” he says with a big grin.

And then the ambo leaves with emergency lights and siren blaring, which gets the little one all worked up again.

Eddie tries to hand the baby to Bobby to help Buck with the extraction work, but the baby isn’t having it and he’s holding onto Eddie with all his might. Which is also fascinating, how strong a baby’s grip can be. Bobby just shrugs and helps Buck instead, while Eddie’s trying to get the baby settled. Finally the bodies are extracted and there isn’t anything more they could do for them. Their baby is still cranky and crying heartbreakingly. Like maybe he knows.

“I think he’s hungry,” Eddie says, still rocking and bouncing the baby carefully in his arm.

Bobby exchanges glances with both of them. “Dispatch, how long until the police arrive? We’ve got a hungry infant here with us.”

“Should be out less than ten minutes,” dispatch answers.

“With the drive to CHLA that’s a pretty long wait, cap,” Eddie says.

“See if you can get the baby comfortable, sometimes skin contact helps to calm babies at least a little bit,” dispatch says, having listened.

“Do it,” Bobby says to Eddie, and Eddie shrugs and steps back into the engine. Buck is–he kinda wants to be in the engine as well, to help, maybe. Bobby notices, he half smiles and waves towards the engine. “Go see if you can help them.”

Buck needn’t be told twice, he basically runs to the engine, but then stops himself, takes a breath, wouldn’t do to scare the little boy further, he thinks, and enters silently.

The baby is obviously still fussy and still hasn’t stopped crying, so Eddie doesn’t notice Buck and Buck can watch them for a moment without being spotted and–and–

Eddie’s sitting down and his turnout coat is opened and his LAPD shirt is opened too, and he has the baby resting on his chest, cradling him close with one arm and the other is–

Buck frowns, steps closer to see–

Eddie has his eyes closed and his face is pulled into a grimace of–pain? And his finger is–he’s rubbing at his own nipple and Buck has no idea what’s going on, but the baby seems to latch on and–Eddie sighs. Buck stares.

Is Eddie nursing the baby? How? What? Buck–Buck has no idea what he thinks, what he feels. But it’s a lot. It’s–

“Ed–Eddie?” his voice comes out unbidden, hoarse and stumbling, and Eddie deflates at it, not actually surprised, but he slumps further into his seat, still holding the baby to his chest. “Eddie?”

“Shh, come on in if you have to,” Eddie says and doesn’t open his eyes. “Quietely.”

It’s almost silent in the engine. On account of the baby sucking on Eddie’s nipple like–like he actually feeds from him. From Eddie.

Without a thought Buck steps in closer. He can’t tear his eyes away from the sight. It’s–it’s–shockingly intimate. Weird. Lovely. Confusing. Amazing. Beautiful.

“Eddie, what—”

“Shhh–” Buck has no idea if the shushing was towards him or towards the baby, who Eddie gently bounces, “careful, careful. I know, I know you’re hungry.” Okay, so not towards Buck.

Buck steps closer still until he’s on the adjacent seat, still watching. Eddie’s very tense, Buck notices.

“It’s called galactorrhea,” Eddie says, and this time it’s definitely towards Buck and he sounds defensive. “It’s a medical condition.”

This finally makes Buck wrench his eyes away from the baby on Eddie’s chest, the baby nursing on Eddie’s chest, to look at Eddie’s face. Eddie’s eyes are open and he winces slightly, from discomfort or pain or awkwardness, Buck doesn’t know. He’s blushing.

Buck still has no idea what to say.

“Is it–is it actually giving him his nutrients?”

Eddie shrugs, but relaxes a bit. “Think so, it’s made of the same stuff. At least it seems to help this little guy.” He nods towards the baby who for the first time since they met him actually looks comfortable, soothed. Buck feels a weird clench in his stomach.

“But you–are you–is it–”

“Deep breathes, Buck,” Eddie says calmly, maybe a bit amused too. He seems more at ease now, while Buck is flailing. Eddie looks–beautiful. He looks so fucking lovely like this, Buck can‘t look away. “Can you make that into a question?”

Buck blinks at him. “Is it like a superpower you have?” It just blurts out of his mouth.

Eddie actually smiles at that and shakes his head. “What kind of superpower is that?”

“I don’t know. It’s cool!” Cool might be the wrong word. But Buck can’t translate the emotions he feels right now into words. And Eddie might get spooked again by them anyway.

Eddie shakes his head at Buck, but he looks almost fond. His hand on the baby looks natural.

In the distance they can hear sirens approaching and it stirs the baby again.

“Oh, buddie, no no, it’s okay, it’s all okay, shhhh, I got you,” Eddie murmures and picks the baby up to kiss his head. “You’re gonna be okay, shhh.”

Maybe Buck should go outside, help Bobby, but he can’t. He can’t leave this, whatever it is. Because Eddie is now rubbing at his other nipple and carefully getting the baby back to sucking on it and–a thousand horses couldn’t get Buck to leave.

“What does it feel like?” His voice is hoarse, and he needs to know. He never needed to know anything more.

“Hm? Weird. Kinda uncomfortable. Tight. But–” Eddie shrugs carefully, his eyes down on the baby. “Nice. Weird.” He takes a deep breath as if to gather himself. “I’ve never done this before.”

Buck stares at the tiny mouth, the tiny lips, the contrast to Eddie’s skin, his chest hair. He doesn’t think. “I wish I could do that too.”

Eddie just looks at him from beneath his lashes and Buck feels uncomfortably seen, like Eddie can look right inside Buck and see all his weird desires and wants and this fucked up jealousy. And Eddie looks almost helplessly sorry.

“I wish I could give it to you,” he says and the moment feels charged with something Buck can’t even name. Eddie sounds honest.

Without a thought Buck reaches out–it’s like a pull, a compulsion–and he touches Eddie’s other nipple and–it’s still wet.

Eddie stares at him.

Buck stares at his own hand. He knows he’s flushed bright red. His fingers rub at the wetness. “Can I?” He has no idea what he’s asking for.

“Buck–” Eddie starts. He‘s still cradling the baby. How did Buck forget about the baby?

“Buck!” Bobby yells at the same time. “Come out and help us?”

Buck jumps. He had completely forgotten about everything. Bobby. The police. The fucking dead parents of the baby currently being nursed by Eddie. The baby itself. Anything that isn’t Eddie. His best friend Eddie. Eddie who is nursing a child.

“Go,” Eddie says, but gently.

So Buck goes.

~~~

He can’t stop thinking about it. Shift ended, the baby given into the care of the CHLA and probably onwards to relatives or child’s services. Buck doesn’t know. Somehow they managed not to talk about it. The whole drive back, with Eddie and the baby in the engine and Bobby driving, Buck managed not to make it weird. Weirder. By the time he returned inside the engine the baby had finished nursing and was sleeping on Eddie’s chest, looking small and vulnerable but finally at ease. Eddie too looked relaxed and tired, but happy somehow. They didn’t talk at all. Buck googled galactorrhea and he stared for too long at Eddie’s chest, carefully not thinking anything.

Now, back at the loft, he should sleep, he is tired, but he can’t stop thinking about it. Eddie’s big hands cradled around the tiny baby. The way he got his own milk flow started with his fingers. Eddie’s face–that tight, almost uncomfortable frown, but also the softness beneath that. Buck has no idea what nursing feels like, but maybe, he thinks, it would feel wonderful. Close and intimate and full of love. Smelling that sweet baby smell. Holding something so tiny and precious and feeding it from your body. Being held and loved like that. He thinks it probably feels like heaven.

He wants that. He wants that so bad he can taste it. He’s so fucking hard in his pants too. He has no idea what’s going on. His dick is making the wrong assumption about this, because there was a baby right there on Eddie’s chest, and Eddie’s straight and his best friend and it’s absolutely not okay to perv on this, but–but his dick is still hard.

He can’t stop thinking about his fingers on Eddie’s nipple either. The wetness. He wishes he had tasted it. He should have tasted it. He should–

It’s another compulsion he can’t fight that makes him get up, get dressed and into his jeep. That makes him knock on Eddie’s door.

Eddie opens and looks at him and Buck swears Eddie knows. He looks disheveled. Actually, Eddie looks like he’s been crying.

“Buck,” Eddie says, but he doesn’t sound normal, instead he sounds raw and broken and–

Buck is not thinking when he pulls Eddie into his arms, close as he can get, when he buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie gasps and his hands grasp at Buck’s back, pulling him closer still. Eddie’s shaking in his arms and Buck can’t not try. He has to help somehow.

“Eddie–” and maybe Buck whines and his hands are full of Eddie, his clothes, his hair, finally finding skin and touching him.

Eddie lets him. Eddie lets him and pulls him closer and along until they stumble to Eddie’s bedroom, shedding clothes on the way.

Buck has no idea what’s going on, but he needs to be closer. “Eddie,” he keeps begging until finally Eddie’s shirt is gone and they’re on the bed and he can put his mouth on Eddie. On Eddie’s nipple. And it’s already puffy and it looks like it hurts and Buck only wants to help, to help and maybe taste, and maybe feel that–that–that love. He latches on.

He’s sucking with his lips, and tries massaging the nipple with his tongue, his fingers trying to get the milk flow going–he’s not thinking. Eddie’s hands on his back and in his hair, Eddie’s soothing voice, moaning and gasping and praising and–

Taste explodes in his mouth and Buck keeps sucking and swallowing. It’s sweet and fatty and it tastes weird, but nice and he needs more–

“Shhh, shhh sweetheart, baby, it’s okay.” Eddie’s so gentle with him, stroking his hair and holding Buck so close to his own body. “Shhh, be careful, slow down, it’s okay.”

Buck still can’t believe this is happening but he can’t stop.

“Careful, careful, it’s okay, shhh…” Eddie keeps muttering softly and it’s so good and so nice, and Buck is completely taken by surprise too when he starts sobbing in Eddie’s arms. Eddie doesn’t falter, just pulls him even closer, wraps his comforter around them and keeps playing with Buck’s hair. “You’re good, Buck, you’re so good, it’s okay.”

~~~

After–it should be awkward after. But Buck thinks maybe he’s too confused, too exhausted to make it awkward, and Eddie’s too worried maybe, definitely also exhausted, so they fall asleep like that, in each other’s arms, safe.

But after that, when Buck wakes up to an empty bed, he knows that this is it. One step too far. Fuck, he just barged in and started fucking molesting Eddie–who does that? What the fuck did he do? Why?

As if summoned by Buck’s self-flagellation, Eddie appears in the doorway, he’s shirtless and his nipples are beyond puffy now, his pecs are swollen like small breasts. Buck stares and has to look away instantly. Eddie’s holding a cold pack to them and Buck feels like he’s drowning in shame.

“Did–did I hurt you?”

“No, they’re just–” Eddie shrugs, winces slightly. “Sore.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Eddie! I shouldn’t have–” Buck’s clenching at the comforter, unable to look in Eddie’s face. “You must hate me.”

“Must I?” Eddie asks tonelessly.

Buck nods. “I‘ll get out of–”

“That’s too bad,” Eddie says, speaking right over Buck. “I was kinda thinking you might help me with this.” He gestures to his pecs.

Buck stares at him.

“What?”

“It gets uncomfortable after a while,” Eddie says like that explains it. He‘s blushing, which is the only thing giving him away, Eddie’s always so good at faking ease.

“Eddie—“

“Unless you don’t want to?”

Buck huffs at that. “I think I made it pretty clear that I want to. But–”

Eddie shrugs again and sits down on the bed next to Buck. “Hey.”

“You were crying,” Buck says and tries to ignore just how red and puffy Eddie’s nipples are close up. It’s distracting but he needs to focus here.

“It’s just hormones. You know the body releases all that oxytocin when breastfeeding, and when I had to give that little guy to the nurse–it’s just the crash down.”

He says it so simple, like knowing the cause made it feel less horrible, but Buck saw him and Buck knows him and–

“Eddie,” he tries to make his voice sound less empathetical, because he knows Eddie hates pity and that he’s sensitive about this. “C’mon here.” He lifts his arms, and Eddie shakes his head but comes and lets himself be held.

“I just really miss him,” he says into Buck’s skin, and Buck knows he isn’t talking about the baby anymore.

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sorry op, this is less sexy than you probably wanted 🙈

for the buddie + lactation kink/breastfeeding prompt

part one: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=258268#cmt258268

part two: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=258524#cmt258524

Buddie + just the tip + pre relationship

oh this is so lovely and tender ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Since getting back from El Paso, Eddie still hasn't come out to anyone but he's been getting practice in on his knees at their local badge & ladder gloryhole. Buck finds out.

Seconding this!

Sold.

A/N: i have vague ideas for each of our faves, but i figured i'd post each bit as i finished it, so here's part 1!

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There’s not much to do in the afterlife, so far.

It’s nothing like Bobby expected, to be honest. It doesn’t resemble what he’s been taught to believe over years in catholic school, years of church. He’d expected to be able to see Marcy and the kids. His dad, colleagues he lost back in Minnesota.

He expected pearly gates— if not literally than at least some sort of approximation. A welcoming to the afterlife that would include some sort of instruction about what he’s supposed to be doing. A homecoming.

Maybe all of that comes later, or maybe this is what purgatory actually looks like, because so far? So far all he’s seen is the living.

At first, he can’t bring himself to leave Athena’s side. She’s devastated, which he expected. Angry, which he also expected. But he didn’t expect her to be so hopeful. To search for that dead little boy because it felt as though if he was alive than maybe Bobby could be, too.

That hurt.

He wants nothing more than to come back to her. To hold her in his arms and comfort her and answer when she speaks to him. He cries with her, and hopes she can feel it.

Funny, he didn’t know ghosts could cry.

After a few months, he needs something else to do. Not because he’s bored— he could never truly get bored of Athena— but because the energy it takes to follow her around the city is too much. Bobby isn’t sure if his reserves are endless or not, but if they can be empty, he doesn’t want to make that happen just yet. There’s still more he needs to keep an eye on.

Bobby has never been so grateful for the fact that his job wasn’t a 9-5. This way, he can check in on everyone during their days off, and still make it back to be with Athena once she’s at home for the night. He visits Chimney first.

Miracle of miracles, he seems to have forgiven Bobby enough for keeping his infection concealed to start moving on. Chimney goes for runs, he spends time with his kids (the baby really is so sweet. Bobby aches that he didn’t get to stick around long enough to hold him.), and he’s really coming into his own as Captain Han.

Although, the responsibility does seem to be weighing on him a bit.

He talks to Maddie about how hard it is to remember that he’s the boss now. How difficult it is to turn off at the end of the day. “I feel like I’m buzzing with it, all the time. Like I can’t ever get out of my head and calm down and just be myself, because it’s so important that I’m there for everyone else.”

Maddie nods, steps behind his chair at the kitchen table and massages his shoulders. “I think I have just the thing for that.”

Chimney turns around, eyes wide, a delighted grin spreading across his face. He looks like a goddamn kid in a candy store. It should be Bobby’s cue to hit the road.

Instead, he follows them into the bedroom, watches Maddie kiss Chimney gently before shoving him down on the bed. “Hands and knees, baby. You know the drill.”

Chimney does, it seems.

He strips quickly and efficiently, situating himself on the bed as Maddie instructed.

Bobby should leave. He should go find someone else to watch over, because this is clearly so far out of the realm of normal, even for a ghost. Then, Maddie pulls out a harness and a pink translucent dildo.

And look, Bobby might be a Catholic, but he’s not a prude. He’s seen porn. He was also married to Athena fucking Grant, thank you very much. And there’s just something about a second marriage, especially when it’s been awhile for you both. Not to mention the fact that both being first responders makes life-affirming sex something of a regular occurrence.

The point is, he knows what a strap-on is.

Maddie is gentle and confident, unabashedly dominant as she puts her husband where she wants him. Chimney eats it up, so eager to please and so willing to put himself wholly in her hands. He wiggles his ass back at her to make her laugh, and she gives him a playful spank for his troubles.

Bobby remembers a time when he and Chimney were just close enough that the air felt different. Sitting on the bench in the locker room together, Chimney’s gaze piercing through him to the parts that Bobby wished wouldn’t show. Now, seeing him like this, it’s much easier to admit that the twinge he felt then may have meant something.

Something like what he’s feeling now, a tightness in his uniform slacks as he watches Maddie handle her husband. Bobby could have expected to spend the afterlife in the clothes he died in, but he didn’t expect to still be able to… react, as it were. Apparently, whatever higher power is at play here still has a sense of humor.

Maddie is so careful with him, opening him up on three fingers, stroking him between each addition to take the edge off. By the time she’s ready to sheath herself inside him, he’s boneless, moaning her name and begging for more.

Maddie gives him everything.

After he comes on her cock, she flips him smoothly onto his back, unstrapping her harness and seating herself on his face in practiced movement. Chim’s arms curl around Maddie’s thighs, holding her close while he eats her like her cunt is the best thing he’s ever tasted. Bobby remembers Tatiana. How she never really loved Chimney the way he deserved, and it makes him tear up a little to see Chimney finally with someone who does.

Maybe this isn’t the worst way to spend an afterlife.

prompt: Idk what pairing but I just want Bobby watching our favs have sex

link: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=260316#cmt260316

this was just lovely!!!

Buck and Eddie talking about Buck and Tommy engaging in daddy kink.
Cue very straight, very vanilla Eddie being confused why it's hot. Buck explains why he likes it.
Maybe Eddie is turned on by it.
Can be BuddieTommy but only if it's not a cheating scenario or excluding Tommy.

Please please please no Tommy bashing. No Eddie dislikes Tommy or any of that please.

(op) WOAH YOU GOT LIKE REAL PLOT OUT OF MY INSANE PROMPT. this rules holy shit. i need to take a walk (extremely positive)

Buck and Kameron have sex while Kameron is extremely pregnant and very horny and overly sensitive. Something in the vein of femdom and mommy kink if it suits you.

(No preference for if/how Connor is involved, can be open relationship, threesome, cucking, cheating, or just completely unaddressed, whatever floats your boat!)

Oh my god now I desperately want to know what happens when Buck helps. This is so good!

Buck wakes up slowly.

Without even opening his eyes, he can tell it’s light out. He’s a little disoriented, but he’s also warm and sated and…

Held.

Buck takes a deep, satisfied breath and smiles on a pleased hum. The gentle fingers that had been drawing up and down the center of his chest, still.

His eyes flutter open.

Eddie, propped up on his elbow above Buck, grins lazily down at him.

”Hey there, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, fond and amused.

Rolling his head to the side, Buck looks down at himself, lying flat on his back in bed, half under the covers, he squints, looks back up at Eddie, then realizes—

“Did I fall asleep on you?”

Eddie snorts, fingertips resuming their mindless patterns over Buck’s chest, “For a little bit there, yeah,”

“While your hand was still on my dick?” Buck looks back down at himself, incredulous as he takes stock: Eddie’s hand is notably not on his dick, he feels good—like, really good—but his boxers are definitely dry, which means—

He feels Eddie shrug, “S’okay,”

He lets his head drop back onto the pillow, looking up at Eddie. Buck grimaces apologetically, but a giggle bubbles out of him before he says, “Man, that’s gotta be a bruise to the ego. You try to give a guy a handy and he starts snoring halfway through,”

“You weren’t snoring,” Eddie scoffs, but his eyes sparkle as he shrugs again, “Nah, I kinda… like it? I like that you’re… I dunno, relaxed. With me. Comfortable,”

Buck grins then, bursting with love and warmth and something unnamable, “Well, in that case, my compliments to the chef,”

Eddie snorts, and abandons his petting to flick Buck in the forehead, “Dork,”

”Your dork,” Buck says, with his best sultry voice, shimmying his shoulders a little before tugging Eddie down to him.

Eddie, as he always does, meets Buck instantly.

They kiss softly, luxuriously.

It takes Buck pulling Eddie onto him fully for him to notice the hardness that’s been pressing into his hip. He hums, reaching down to palm at Eddie’s dick though his sweats, murmurs against his mouth, “You hard again?”

Eddie huffs, shakes his head just slightly, kisses him, “Still,”

Buck mouths across his jaw, distractedly makes a questioning sound.

”Not—not again,” Eddie’s breath hitches, “Still hard,”

Buck pulls back, “You—,” barks out a soft laugh, “You give a guy half a handjob, he falls asleep, and you didn’t even get off? Eddie, I might be slacking,”

Eddie hums, somehow looking so blissed out despite the fact that Buck took a blue balls nap that caught him as collateral. But he just lifts his hand to gently palm Buck’s cheek, combs his fingers through his hair at the side of his head, “Nah,”

”C’mon, let me blow you or something—," Buck starts to lever himself up, but Eddie just presses him back down, locking his leg around one of Buck’s, pinning him in place.

”It’s okay, Buck, really,” Eddie murmurs into his cheek, pressing a line of kisses up his temple, “I just—it’s… I liked it. I like knowing you feel good and safe. I like taking care of you. Whatever the outcome,”

Buck’s mind half heartedly chases the wordplay potential—but drops it. Eddie is pulling back and looking at him with such adoration, hand back to tracing patterns across his sternum, and Buck feels breathless with it.

“O-Okay…” he breathes.

Eddie’s pupils are blown wide.

Buck slowly reaches up, locking his hand over Eddie’s, stilling his ministrations. After a beat he drags it down, over his ribs, his stomach, and then back under the blanket draped across their hips…

”You can, um,” Buck swallows, takes a breath, “You can keep taking care of me. If you want,”

Eddie lets out a whoosh of a breath, eyes still locked with Buck’s.

Buck sinks back into the mattress when Eddie’s warm, broad hand gently circles his stiffening cock.

”I—,” Buck’s breath stutters in his chest when Eddie’s thumb draws a targeted circle before he starts up a devastatingly slow rhythm, “I won’t pass out on you this time, ah—scout’s honor,”

Eddie’s chest rumbles with his breathy laugh, he runs the cool tip of his nose across Buck’s cheekbone, murmurs against him, “Relax, Buck. I’ve got you,”

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Buck sighs. Melts. Eddie’s dick twitches against his thigh. Neither of them move outside of their deep, heavy breaths, and the slow, slow drag of Eddie’s hand under the covers.

“I’ve got you…”

Buck is warm and sated and held.

It’s still light out.

He breathes slowly.

Eddie’s got him.

oh god, this is so fucking lovely. and loving! and so soft!!! and this soft adoration paired with physical and sexual intimacy is like my kryptonite so. wow. instant kill.

anon, this is supremely good! i love it. i adore it!

Eddie hums, somehow looking so blissed out despite the fact that Buck took a blue balls nap that caught him as collateral. what a fucking great line! look at that!

and i love love love love how much eddie loves buck. god, this pairing istg

thank you. love you.

Oh nooooo, Eddie! God, this is absolutely delicious agony. Thank you for devastating me today *gross sobbing*

here's another prompt asking for cp: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=81372

please remove! thank you!

Fiction is not CP. no children are being harmed. Pls invest in a brain.

I am sitting in the crowd next to you.

God season 1 Bobby and Buck are such a delicious vibe.

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