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Eddie gasps a little, just trying to catch his breath, and Buck presses closer, and–
Okay, so, Buck is hard, pressed up against his ass, and before Eddie can really parse that, Buck's hands slide around, one low on Eddie's stomach, finger dipping below the waistband, and the other higher up, wrapping under his pecs with his hand almost at Eddie's throat, holding them together.

Swallowing hard, Eddie manages to ask, “But what about Tommy?”

Buck's been all over the place, emotionally, tonight, and seemingly all because of Tommy-related reasons, so it feels like a valid question, but Buck just huffs against his neck, and when he talks, his lips move against Eddie's skin and make it hard to focus.

“Please, Eds, I don't want– I'm not even thinking of him right now, I'm thinking about you, and me, and I'm thinking of all the new marks we could make against this glass.”

Eddie's exhale is audibly shivery, and Buck rolls his hips against him, and Eddie swallows again. He's almost never thought of Buck like this, except with occasional curiosity whenever Buck was seeing anyone and mentioned any of their dates, or in hearing the absurd myths of Buck 1.0 as recounted with relish by the 118, or with bafflingly minimal details in confounding asides from Buck, but–
Buck's apparently been upset, and Buck's apparently been hiding it, and now Buck's literally asking to make new memories here and overwrite Tommy, and it's strange for Buck's straight best friend to be the choice, unless Buck's too upset for random hookups, or maybe specifically needing the Eddie of it to fix the situation. Because Eddie and Tommy have lots in common, sexuality aside, so he can see how Buck might find this the perfect solution to purge Tommy from his mind; Army guy, fighter’s build. And Buck and Eddie always have each other's backs, though Buck's never literally been against his back quite like this before, but he thinks he gets it. Eddie presses back into Buck, and sighs a little, trying to let out any anxieties or worries.

It's just bodies, and it's just Buck, who he trusts, and after the whole Kim-debacle, Eddie doesn't really have anything to say about coping methods, so he focuses on Buck's warmth and how tall and broad he feels surrounding Eddie and how unexpectedly thrilling Eddie finds that. It's easy to tilt his head to get Buck's mouth to shift along his throat, and Buck quickly latches on, kissing and nipping at the skin, and Eddie's not sure when exactly he got hard, but he's definitely there now. Dropping his hands to adjust himself in his pants, since he has no idea what level of contact exactly Buck is planning, he gasps again when Buck catches his hands and presses them back up against the glass. Eddie's never been fully out of control in a romantic encounter before, and it's ratcheting his need up every moment that he feels Buck with all the power, Buck taking charge. Buck slowly and steadily undresses Eddie and then himself, and Eddie still can't catch his breath, each new sensation impossibly intense from the mystery of what Buck's planning and the way it feels like Buck could take anything he wanted, and Eddie would be helpless to refuse. Not that Eddie's trying to refuse, because Eddie's actively trying to get out of his head and let Buck take whatever he needs, but it's overwhelming.

It's all just moving so slowly, and yet somehow at a pace he can't outrun; it reminds him, absurdly, of a conversation ages ago between Buck and Chris, and while Eddie likes to think he remembers most of Buck's random anecdotes, this particular one was unforgettable for multiple reasons. After Shannon's passing, Chris wanted to know all the dangerous statistics about daily life, and Buck had gone on multiple research deep dives with him, followed by even more check-ins with Eddie to make sure he wasn't overstepping. Chris had been horribly fascinated to learn that the first pedestrian casualty of an automobile died in the 1800s, of a car driving at what was described as a “tremendous pace, like a [horse-drawn] fire engine,” and was recorded to be traveling at 4mph. He remembers Buck and he analyzing that later; 4mph feels like such a slow speed and yet witnesses had described the victim as standing perfectly still, “bewildered” and unable to save herself. He's definitely feeling bewildered, and he's not even attempting to escape.

Each item of clothes loosened and dropped is at a teasingly slow pace, Buck leaves plenty of time for Eddie to react, but he can't seem to manage to force himself to do anything beyond sigh and gasp and lean into Buck's hands. He's never undressed this deliberately before, let alone this slowly. Even Shannon wasn't much for strip teases, aside from sometimes climbing on top of him with their clothes only partially removed, and then she'd peel her shirt and bra off deliberately, showily, that cute little smirk of hers and her sparkling eyes disappearing and then popping out from her clothes. He'd get so caught staring at her face she'd wiggle around and tease, “babe, my boobs are down here!”

This encounter though, doesn't feel anywhere near as playful as that. It feels deathly serious, somehow, like Eddie can only breathe and pump blood through his veins and into his achingly hard dick if Buck's still touching him. Buck wasn't ever actually electrified, after the lightning strike, as much as he joked about it, but it FEELS like he is. There's something so intent and deliberate about each move Buck makes, and each reaction from Eddie, and he's beginning to wonder if this means more than just an exorcism of bad memories; if Buck wants their future, and not just a overwrite of his past.

Buck's dick feels huge, rubbing wetly against Eddie's lower back, and Eddie gets bumped up against the glass, hissing a little at the temperature shock.
He can feel his nipples tightening up, hard against the cold surface, and he can see his heavy breaths fogging across the glass. Buck presses even closer, and Eddie can't stop a whimper when the shift bumps his scalding hot dick against the cold glass.

Buck pushes a hand between his shoulder blades and holds him up against the window, pressing in and letting go in a wordless motion to stay, and then Buck steps back and away. Eddie's cold and alone in his absence, and with the lower level of distraction, he's able to notice the lights on the street outside, and see hints of motion in the world beyond this topsy turvy experience.

When Buck’s back, Eddie jolts, and when he starts to try to pull away to go to the couch or something, pointing out the possibility that anyone could see them here, up against the window, Buck chuckles.

“You said you were picturing me against the glass. Picture me, Eddie, just as naked and desperate as you are now,” with Buck's hands pinching at his nipples, teasing unbearable whisper-soft touches around his dick.
“Imagine you're downstairs, walking up to see me, and you look up, and see all of me, spread out like this. Or– God, Eddie, if- if you were out on the balcony, maybe you had a long phone call, and I forgot you were out there, or I told myself I forgot, but really, I wanted you to see me, desperate and naked up against the window.”

Eddie's eyes are clenched shut, and he can feel how flushed he is, his face must be glowing with heat, and he's turned on and shaking at the idea of being seen like this. It would've been unimaginable to even be touched like this, let alone to be seen like this, exhibitionist and hedonistic.

At least facing away from Buck, into the dark night, he's able to focus on the pleasure, the calluses on Buck's hands as they trace over his skin, and the bracing muscle and strength holding him up.

Buck bends to the side and he must've gotten lube when he'd stepped away, because his hand now is slick and cool tracing down Eddie's ass. And Eddie didn't come here tonight for this, Eddie hasn't really imagined this, and it seems like a huge leap to go straight to anal without any other side quests, but Eddie wants whatever Buck wants to give him. Like a sudden plunge, he realizes, maybe he's always wanted whatever Buck would give him. He can hear himself whimpering and before he can panic at how desperate he sounds, he tries to focus on Buck's heavy breathing instead, Buck's low seductive voice.

“You look incredible, Eds, you look– you know how much I like museums and that, and you look like art, baby, I've never seen anything as pretty as you.”
He drags his teeth along Eddie's earlobe when Eddie shivers at that.
“You like hearing that, how gorgeous you look? If you were in a museum, I'd get thrown out for touching the art. But you want me touching you, don't you?”

Eddie moans and arches his back to shove deeper into Buck's hands and body.

Buck slicks up and slides between Eddie's legs and he can't help a pathetic questioning whimper, because he's never had anything inside him, but now that he's not getting it, it feels like a loss, a horrible disappointment. But Buck is petting along his side, and lightly holding Eddie's dick to give him something to rub against, but he holds Eddie low enough that his dick keeps bumping against the icy glass, leaving filthy smears of liquid and sending the best and worst shivers of arousal through his body. Their slick sounds get louder, and Buck’s grunts are right in his ear, and Eddie is completely overwhelmed. He's never felt this out of control, this frantic for touch, and he can't believe he hasn't come yet, feels drenched in pleasure nearly like he's been coming this whole time. It's not just the setting and the heat, it's them, together, it's the trust Eddie feels, not just held against the glass but supported all the time, together. When Buck comes against him, warm and wet and painted along Eddie's body and splattering on the window, loud enough to hear, Eddie follows after, gasping and shaking.

They stay slumped together against the glass until there's a loud noise in the hall, and the unwelcome reminder of the outside world makes them jolt apart and laugh a little as they collapse together to the ground. Buck stretches to get the folded blanket Eddie was going to use on the couch tonight to wrap them up, give them something better to lie on than the wood floors, and Eddie tips over to lean on Buck's chest.

Buck had kept his hands to himself just now until Eddie touched him, and then, afterglow permission implicitly granted, he wraps his arms around Eddie and pulls him in closer.
He has no idea how or why this happened, or where they'll go from here, but he's very sure Buck has his back.
“So this means I don't have to sleep on the couch tonight, right?” Eddie says.

Buck huffs a tiny laugh, and he sounds a little cautious. “You can sleep anywhere you want to.”

Pressing up on elbow to see Buck's face, his beloved face, with anxiety and hope all over it, Eddie smiles at him, and watches the worry begin to melt away. “I want to sleep next to you.”

{The next day Eddie thoroughly cleans the windows, and Buck goes to the hardware store to come back with another carbon monoxide detector, because he admits the whole time he was worrying he was hypoxic and hallucinating the whole thing.}

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Hot damn this is fucking glorious. I love bi!Eddie so much and all of this is just 🔥🔥🔥

A/N: finally, smut! this section is nearly all spice, and i'm leaving you on a bit of an ambiguous note, but trust i'll have more soon 🫡 so happy to see y'all are enjoying it so far!

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Their first call of the shift is a MVA downtown.

He’s treating a head wound– just superficial– but it’s bleeding pretty consistently. He dabs blood away, trying to see if the laceration needs to be debrided before he applies a pressure bandage. He’s focused enough on the task that it surprises him when his patient speaks up, voice low and gravelly. “Never would’ve figured you for an omega.”

Eddie resists the urge to roll his eyes. He had no problem clocking this fucker as an alpha the second they rolled up on the scene. He’s got that stereotypical build: stocky and tall, with a scent so strong it’s almost rancid. Eddie might be days away from his heat, but not even the force of biology is enough to make that scent enjoyable. “Not really a relevant part of the concussion protocol.”

The alpha smiles, and Eddie can’t tell if it looks slimy on its own or because this guy is a Grade A dick. “You smell like you’re about ready to drop and present.”

Eddie lets his aim with the tweezers waver when he picks the next piece of gravel out, covering a smirk when the guy hisses with a click of his tongue like he’s considering. “Guess we should run through that concussion questionnaire again. Doesn’t sound like you’re totally in control of your speech.”

The alpha’s eyes flash, but Eddie’s done anyway, securing the pressure bandage around his head. “Go ahead and hop inside.” He says, slapping his palm down on the bumper of the ambulance where the man is sitting. “We’ll make sure you get checked out at the hospital.”

He walks away before the guy can answer, heading for the truck.

It’s only his second day off the suppressants, and already he’s suffering the consequences. Maybe it’s only right. That is the theme of Eddie’s life, after all: consequences.

“Hey, you okay?” Buck asks, bumping his shoulder against Eddie’s before they climb into the engine. “Looked like that guy was being a dick.”

The contact shocks Eddie like a livewire, skittering down his arm and across his chest. God, but hormones are such a bitch. He shrugs, trying not to let it show on his face. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

It comes out a little bristled, even though he knows Buck didn’t mean anything by it. He knows Eddie can take care of himself just fine.

Buck doesn’t seem to take offense, just nods. “Good.”

The day only gets progressively worse. No one else harasses him about it, but he can tell by Hen and Bobby’s increasingly concerned looks that his scent is getting stronger. Buck is getting clingier like he always does when something is wrong with Eddie, not straying from his side any further or longer than absolutely necessary, making him tea and annoying him into eating.

And that’s another thing. The idea of eating is becoming more and more abhorrent. It’s the death knell for Eddie’s sanity. At least, it should be.

“Eating around heat is the fucking worst.” Chim gripes, plopping down at the table next to Eddie, who’s surrounded by no less than three different snacks as well as a cup of tea, all courtesy of Buck, who’s pretending he’s not checking on Eddie’s progress from across the loft. “Like trying to drink a milkshake during a marathon.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. If he had any appetite before, it’d be gone now. He hums his agreement rather than chance any words throwing off his concentrated effort to keep from vomiting.

“Doesn’t stop Maddie from trying, though. Spends half her time trying to entice me to eat. Always meal preps a shit ton of food the week before, too. Even though she knows I won’t be able to stomach much of anything. It’s the Buckley Alpha way.”

Buck drops something in the kitchen, cursing as he bends to pick it up. Eddie can’t quite manage to stop the fond twist of his lips. He knew Buck was listening.

Shannon tried. She’d make sure he ate something, try to make their space cozy and warm. But her effort couldn’t do anything to mask the doubt in her scent. The unhappiness Eddie’s sure was rolling off of both of them in waves. They loved each other so much, but in the end it was never the right fit.

For some reason, whether it’s the trust or the familiarity or the lack of an accidental pup conceived between them, all the nesting Buck’s doing just makes Eddie feel taken care of, his omega soothed. Bobby shoves a cutting board and a bag of vegetables at Buck, tells him to put all this energy to use, and Eddie’s gaze snags on the movement of Buck’s hands on the knife, heat flaring in his gut.

The alarm goes off again before Eddie has to reply, and they’re back in the engine in seconds.

And this: Buck’s leg between Eddie’s, their knees pressed together as they bounce through LA— this is worse. Or better. Eddie can’t tell.

His limbs are starting to feel heavier, his brain fuzzier. He should really tell Bobby that he needs to be man-behind on the next call. Thankfully, this one is just a simple medical call. Nothing Chim and Hen can’t handle.

Then, someone touches him.

It’s completely innocent, just a brush of a hand against Eddie's arm as she passes by him, but it slams into Eddie like a truck. It's just the patient’s wife, someone he’s never seen, but he can smell that they’re an alpha. The wrong alpha.

He recoils, and she apologizes immediately, but he already feels off-kilter, like she bodily knocked him over. “Oh, honey. You should be at home.”

He wants to snap at her, tell her that times have changed and omegas aren’t just to be seen and not heard anymore or at least tell her not to touch him, when Buck appears at his side. “Eddie?” His voice is soft where he directs it, but his body language is hard, sharp as he puts himself between Eddie and the other alpha, his chest brushing against Eddie’s.

Eddie nearly doubles over with the force of it. Heat and electricity and mineminemine. Suddenly, it’s the only goddamn thought in his head. Buck. Alpha. Knot. He can almost feel the ghost of Buck’s teeth over his neck, his hands on Eddie’s hips, the head of his fucking huge cock brushing over his rim.

Buck could make him feel better. He would take care of Eddie, and he’d do it so well, he just knows. Please, please, Buck, I need–

“Holy shit.” Buck breathes, wrapping steadying hands on each of Eddie’s arms.

It doesn’t help, Eddie only feels less capable of standing on his own than he did before he could feel each of Buck’s thick fingers making contact with his biceps. Are his hands always this hot?

Buck yells for Bobby, who takes in the scene in two seconds flat. “Buck, get him in the engine. Hen, Chim, let’s head out.”

Then the ambulance is peeling out, and the only relief is that the other alpha goes with it. Buck’s still holding on to him, dragging him toward the engine as Bobby closes the scene.

This is the most intense heat Eddie’s ever felt.

Every touch of Buck’s capable fingers, every lungful of his air tinted with warm, spicy alpha scent has Eddie getting slicker, his knees buckling. His entire world feels narrow, focused on getting as close to Buck as possible, the uncontrollable urge to climb inside of him and make a nest there. He wants a knot, that part isn’t new, but the rest of it– how badly he wants to feel Buck’s arms around him, the way he’s dying for Buck to kiss him– that’s a fresh hell.

“Alpha.”

The word is out of his throat before he even registers thinking it. Worse, everything is too hazy for Eddie to remember any reason he shouldn’t whine it. Especially when Buck growls in response, shoving Eddie roughly into the engine and climbing in after him.

Eddie had planned on them getting back home before any of this started, but he figures the engine is as good a place as any. It’s better than the street like he’d been imagining, and the law doesn’t begrudge a heat-addled omega too much when it comes to things like public indecency. However, Buck doesn’t seem to agree, snatching Eddie’s wrists in his hands before he can get his zipper down. “Eddie, fuck, you– you don’t wanna do that.”

Eddie would beg to differ. Why wouldn’t he? He’s clearly in heat, and all he really wants is Buck’s knot as fast as humanly possible. His higher functioning is already starting to slip, and “want it,” is all he can manage before he’s baring his throat, waiting for Buck to make him submit.

In Eddie’s experience, most alphas want to hear him beg. They want him to present and shake his ass and beg to be filled as if it’s something he wants instead of something his body is demanding. But for some reason, Buck isn’t taking the bait.

The crown of his head hits the seat behind him. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” He ducks his head out the window, hollering for Bobby again. “Running out of time here, Cap!”

He should be growling and baring his teeth and manhandling Eddie onto his hands and knees. He should have already lost all ability to think about anything else besides fucking Eddie stupid and pregnant while Eddie plays the part and gets what he needs. But Buck’s hands are soft even though his body is tense. He’s murmuring sweet platitudes and pushing the hair off Eddie’s sweaty forehead and telling him to just hang on until they’re somewhere safe.

He is, at least, rock hard in his slacks despite this reserve of untapped restraint he seems to have found.

The deep timbre of Buck’s voice vibrates through Eddie’s bones, making him shiver. The urge to strip them both is even stronger now, even if Buck did tell him no. It’s starting to hurt, all the wanting. Worse than it ever did while he waited for the hired alphas or Shannon to get back. It’s like it’s eating him alive, eroding his insides and leaving him scooped out and empty. “Buck,”

Strong arms wrap around him immediately, pulling him in and pressing his face into the scent glands on Buck’s neck. “I know, baby, I'm sorry. Gonna get you home, I promise.”

Eddie gets lost in it, Buck’s grip strong on the back of his neck, his face nestled in Buck’s skin where his scent is strong and calming. At some point, they start moving again, and Bobby’s voice is tinny through Buck’s headset as he grouses, “—should cite you both to hell and back for cutting it this close.”

Buck is saying something back, but all Eddie can hear is the rumble of his chest, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. He whines, hips hitching up into the air. He’s struggling to remember why they can’t get started now. He’s so empty, trapped in all this cloying fabric that’s starting to feel suffocating.

“I can’t–” He tries, “Buck.”

Buck reaches up and clamps his hand down around Eddie’s neck, massaging his thumb into Eddie’s scent gland as hard as he can. It’s not as good as a bite, but Buck can’t bite him there without mating him, and Eddie knows he wouldn’t dare. Even with his brain drowning in heat chemicals, he knows Buck would never do anything but keep Eddie safe.

The thought only makes the symptoms worse.

“Almost there, Eds, just hang on, I got you.” Buck tries to soothe, but his tone is so low, so gravelly with desire that it just makes Eddie whine and his skin pebble.

Buck clearly doesn’t get it. He’s going to die. Didn’t the doctor tell him that? He’s so empty, his omega whimpering and begging and clawing at his insides to be filled and knotted now. Eddie doesn’t care that Collins is driving or that Bobby’s here. The fact that he didn’t want Bobby knowing anything about this upcoming heat is incomprehensible now. Eddie doesn’t give a fuck as long as he’s sitting on Buck’s cock as soon as possible.

“Just take care of him, Buck.” The tinny Bobby voice says again. “Call if you need anything.”

He doesn’t register that they’ve stopped until Buck is bodily hauling him out of the engine, hand still firm around the back of his neck as he says something back to Bobby and then guides Eddie toward the house.

Buck takes them back to the kitchen door, which is probably best given the way the front door lock sticks, and the second they’re inside, Eddie’s pressing him back against the wall and working his pants open.

Buck groans. “Bedroom, c’mon.”

“No.” Eddie growls. “Now.”

He tugs at Buck’s t-shirt, but the angles are all wrong. He can’t get a good grip, and Buck is not helping when he spends the entire time touching Eddie everywhere he can reach instead of taking his goddamn clothes off. Eddie gives a frustrated sound and grips the fabric in two fists, tearing it with all the strength he can muster.

Buck chokes on air, stumbling back against the door and closing it with the force of his body. Oh, good. They should probably close that before they give the neighborhood an eyeful anyway.

Finally successful with Buck’s, he makes quick work of his own clothes, stripping down to his underwear. His cock is so hard it hurts, and slick is running down his legs, making it harder to peel his boxers off, but Buck seems mesmerized by him anyway, dropping to his knees and running his tongue up the inside of Eddie’s thigh. “Fuck fuck fuck, Eddie.” he moans. “You taste so fucking–”

Eddie doesn’t get to know what exactly Buck thinks he tastes like because he’s putting his tongue back to use, trying to lick Eddie’s thighs clean like a fucking cat and getting in Eddie’s way again. “Off,” he demands, and it is not a whine.

Mercifully, Buck obeys, tugging Eddie’s shorts off and pulling him down into his lap. He doesn’t even have time to bask in the relief of the cool air on his skin, the need is too dire, too frenzied. “Fuck me,” he hears himself begging distantly. “Fuck me, fuck me, c’mon, please.”

Buck’s cock is hot and hard and huge under him, and Eddie’s nearly sobbing with how bad he wants it. Still, Buck’s reaching back with a hand first, prodding a few fingers at his hole like he doesn’t know that Eddie’s already soaking wet and more ready than he’s ever felt. He was licking the evidence off of Eddie’s thighs for fuck’s sake.

But Buck is adamant, his grip iron as he holds Eddie at bay, pressing into him and stretching his fingers wide. It’s not quite enough, but it’s something. “Don’t wanna hurt you.” Buck whispers against Eddie’s collarbone. “Want to make you feel good.”

There’s nothing Eddie’s ever been more sure of. The sky is blue, he loves Christopher more than life, and Evan Buckley will always have his back. Eddie just wishes he’d do it a little more quickly. He whines, nuzzles closer, rocks his hips back on Buck’s thick fingers.

“Shh, alright, alright, I got you, I got you.” Buck massages the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling his fingers free and easing Eddie up enough to line them up. “Ready?”

Eddie nods, the movement dragging his nose across Buck’s neck. Buck pushes in, a smooth slide, and Eddie keens at the stretch, fingers scrambling at Buck’s back and leaving pretty red lines in their wake. Buck gives him a second, and Eddie’s startled to find that he really needs it, breath stuttering as he takes his first alpha in years. Even with how wet he is, how desperate he feels, Buck’s cock is stretching him to his limit.

“Jesus Christ.” He curses, “So fuckin’ big.”

Buck purrs, his alpha evidently pleased to hear that, but there’s still a flicker of concern on his face as he pulls back enough to see Eddie’s face. “Hurts?”

“Don’t stop.” Eddie gasps, circling his hips. “S’perfect. So full. Finally.” His nails dig sharply into Buck’s shoulder blades and he hopes Buck doesn’t clock that he didn’t really answer the question.

It can hurt a little. Eddie might even prefer that. He’s never taken anyone this big, and it keeps his hindbrain in the moment, the pain a reminder that this is Buck. It silences the spike of anxiety he’s always gotten once the euphoria of being filled ebbs.

Buck wraps both arms around his waist, holding him tight enough for leverage and rocking up into him experimentally. And it feels… god, it feels good. It’s still messy, still undignified, but this time– Eddie sighs, relaxing in Buck’s arms and grinding down into his thrusts.

“There you go, doing so good, just relax.” Buck says, brushing a kiss over his ear.

Eddie freezes with Buck’s lips still pressed to his skin. That’s– he wanted– and Buck– He pulls back enough to search his face, but everything is so hazy he can’t read anything except what’s always there: Buck’s earnest want, his bottomless desire to please. “Sor–” he starts, but Eddie’s on him before he can get through an apology.

Buck comes alive underneath him, single minded, wet, and messy. Everything narrows down to the slick slide of tongue, the faint taste of toothpaste and hint of cinnamon that Eddie’s fairly certain has more to do with omega senses than any normal ones, the way Buck’s lips are just a little chapped.

Their kiss devolves into more tongue and panting than actual kiss as Buck speeds up and Eddie meets him thrust for thrust. He presses a palm to Eddie’s lower back so his cock rubs up against Buck’s stomach, sweat and a little precome slicking the way. Eddie’s mouth drops open, sucking in breath as Buck drops kisses down his neck, nosing at his scent glands and pointedly ignoring the spot where a mating bite will— would. Would go.

He doesn’t– he wants to come, of course. Wants Buck’s knot and his orgasm, too. But it’s different, somehow. He doesn’t want it so it’ll be over. He just– wants.

Eddie wants. He wants and it’s suddenly not enough, this deep but slow, grinding fuck. He wants it hard and rough and he wants Buck growling and purring under him and filling him up. “More,” he shoves himself down on Buck’s cock as hard as he can. “More, alpha, give it to me.”

Buck damn near roars with it, somehow getting his legs underneath him and standing with Eddie in his arms, not slipping out of him for a second. It’s easily the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced, which is weird in itself, because he can count on one hand the number of times he’s ever truly found something hot in the way that he wanted to fuck about it.

Buck pins him against the wall, his grip tight on Eddie’s thigh, the other hand protecting the back of his head as he pounds into him. His pace is relentless, Eddie’s omega reduced to a whining, whimpering mess inside him, no longer clawing, just filled and held. It’s– Eddie can’t even put a name to it. It’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. He just wants–

“Come on, Eds, you can come for me, go on honey, let me feel you.”

Eddie’s body obeys on command, making a mess of their stomachs as he throws his head back on a moan of Buck’s name. It sets Buck the fuck off, babbling as his pace speeds up. “Yes, baby that’s it, look so pretty when you come, can’t believe you’re letting me see it. Gonna knot you. Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s saying, sounding foreign and far away to his own ears. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Gonna let me suck your cock?” Buck barrels on, “let me eat you out until you’re all sloppy and begging for it?”

Eddie’s never been eaten out before, but if Buck can make him feel like this on his cock, maybe Eddie should let him try. His cunt clenches at the idea, slick pouring out of him and down Buck’s cock. “Jesus, whatever you want, m’all yours, fuck.”

And that does it for Buck, slamming up into Eddie once, twice more and then he’s coming, swearing a blue streak as his knot starts to swell. It replays over and over in Eddie’s head m’all yours, all yours all yours.

He didn’t mean to say it. Didn’t mean to give Buck the wrong idea. It’s just–

“Yes.” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. “Knot me, knot me, fuck.” He rocks against the knot, letting it tug against his rim and pulling twin groans from both of them. “Thank fucking god, so much better,”

Buck tightens his arms around him, petting at whatever skin he can reach as they catch their breath. He kisses Eddie’s temple, whispers nonsensically in his ear about how good he is, how well he did. Eddie lets himself sag in Buck’s arms, presses his sweaty forehead to Buck’s shoulder and closes his eyes. He’s glad he’s already in Buck’s arms, because there’s no way his legs could hold him right now. Besides, they’ll be tied together for at least a few hours.

“Can I take you to bed now?” Buck murmurs in his ear, somehow still energized enough to sass.

Eddie just nods, makes sure his stubble catches on Buck’s neck to make him shiver, and holds on.

Eddie wakes up gagging for it. Literally. His throat is so full of writhing desire he’s choking on it, so empty it hurts. He opens his mouth to call for Buck, to beg him to make this unique and ugly pain go away, but nothing comes out but a strangled cry.

He pushes his hips back, hoping for purchase from the blind gambit. He’s delirious, far beyond anything but the haze of heat. His skin pebbles even as he’s soaked in sweat, and he’s so slick he must have been leaking for hours. He’s not sure, he doesn’t remember anything past Buck carrying him to the bedroom and tucking them into his nest.

Oh god.

There’s no way he hallucinated all of that, right? Buck brought Eddie home from that call with the other alpha. He was really here, fucking Eddie into a shivering mess and knotting him so good it knocked the heat back down to a dull roar for a while.

There’s no way Eddie made that up. He’s not shameless enough to dream up Buck having a cock the likes of which belong in porn. He’s definitely not delusional enough to imagine Buck shoving Eddie’s face into his scent gland and letting him stay there, or asking to eat Eddie out like it would be a favor to Buck.

Right?

But the bed sheets are cool. Eddie can’t hear the shower running. When he finally pries his eyes open, his bedroom door is open. Then there’s a distant slamming, the front door closing and heavy footfalls, and Buck’s appearing in the doorway.

“Jesus, Eddie.” He says, voice all rough like Eddie’s the one who pulled a disappearing act. “I could smell you from the porch, fuck you gotta be aching baby, I—“

Whatever Buck was going to say gets swallowed by a moan, deep and gravelly and involuntary. It’s just as well, because Eddie’s barely been able to understand a goddamn word he said since he burst in the door. The dark, musky scent of alpha, with Buck’s specific notes of citrus and sharp sweetness— like rum and coke, feels like it’s filling the room setting his blood on fire. Every thought escapes except Buck and alpha and the need to be claimed so fucking badly he’s willing to beg.

“Please,”

Buck’s on him before he can even finish the words, claiming Eddie’s mouth in a filthy kiss. He can feel Buck’s cock through his pants— why the fuck did he put pants back on?— already hard and promising. Eddie gives back as good as he gets, sucking on Buck’s tongue as he grinds up and not even feeling like he’s faking it.

Buck grips Eddie’s hips in his hands, flips him over smoothly like Eddie weighs nothing. It rips a groan from Eddie’s throat, has him getting up on his hands and knees and arching his back. Buck purrs, and Eddie can feel it against his back where Buck is plastered to him.

He reaches past Eddie’s head, drags the disparate pieces of their nest closer and presses his face into them. “Breathe, baby. Breathe us in, I’m here, s’okay, I got you.”

Eddie obeys, breathing in deep and trying to focus on the mix of them he finds there. Buck’s spicy, musky alpha scent, his own satisfied, familiar scent like brown sugar and cardamom, something green.

“M’sorry,” Buck’s saying as he works his pants open, dropping messy kisses against Eddie’s skin. “Had to make sure Chris got to Pepa’s okay. Didn’t–” he groans, desperate and whining as he buries his cock in Eddie’s aching cunt. “Wanna wake you. Eddie.”

The consuming emptiness finally filled, some of those words actually make sense. Of course. Of course Buck didn’t just leave him here. Of course he was taking care of their pup.

It feels good. Oh god, it feels– Eddie has to get a hand on himself, has to shove himself back on Buck’s cock. He could cry, maybe even is crying, because no part of him is waiting for this to be over. His skin doesn’t feel wrong. He wants Buck to spill inside him and knot him and then do it again later.

“Yeah, yes yes,” Buck’s hand finds Eddie’s on his cock, wrapping around it. “Let me, Eddie, please, can I?”

It only takes a few seconds of Buck’s hands on him and his unfailing pace as he fucks Eddie senseless for the orgasm to bloom in his belly. It makes every point of contact burn brighter: the slick friction of their fuck, the fabric of Buck’s open pants rasping against Eddie’s bare skin, Buck’s hand tight around Eddie’s cock as he strokes him through it.

He doesn’t even get the chance to go soft, Buck a seemingly endless pit of energy as he fucks Eddie right through another orgasm, somehow certain of where his sweet spot is and how to hit it on every single thrust. “So good,” Eddie has to slur, has to make sure he knows. “Such a good alpha for me, feels–”

Buck growls through his own orgasm, managing a few stilted half-thrusts as his knot swells. His forehead drops between Eddie’s shoulder blades, sweat sticking them together. “Didn’t leave.” He heaves. “Didn’t leave you.”

“I know,” Eddie promises, sleep already dragging him under. “I know.”

~

Buck knots him again when he wakes up, makes him pick at a protein bar, and then drags him into the shower without giving Eddie the chance to protest that his legs are jelly. He’s always so fucking bossy when he’s taking care of someone, but Eddie has to admit that the warm water does feel good. He leans back against Buck’s chest, letting him soap up a washcloth and start swiping away the evidence of hours of heat fucking. Somehow, it feels more intimate than anything else they’ve done today.

“Next time, we do this at your place.” Eddie decides, a little dreamily with the exhaustion. “Y’r shower’s better.”

“Yeah, well. Don’t be such a stubborn bastard next time and we can plan it all out.”

Eddie snorts a laugh that turns into a happy little noise as Buck starts washing his hair, fingertips scratching at his scalp. The haze is starting to clear, consciousness creeping back in slowly. Although this time, the desire isn’t quite fading like it usually does.

The emptiness is flowing back out to sea, but the stretch of Buck’s cock still sounds good. It’s odd, but this is his first heat in so long, maybe Eddie just doesn’t remember it accurately.

He’s clearer all day on Saturday, Buck knots him twice more before Eddie agrees to eat real food and Buck delights in watching him pick apart a sandwich like a displeased toddler. He peppers Eddie with questions, wanting to know if he’s sore (yes), if Buck was too rough (definitely not), if Eddie will please just try to eat a little more protein (no). Eventually, Eddie tackles him back into the nest and rides him until he shuts up, which takes longer than he honestly expected it to, Buck’s questions still flowing until Eddie stuck two fingers in his mouth and Buck’s eyes rolled back in his head.

They stay wrapped around each other all day. Buck rubs his shoulders as they watch reruns of Great British Bake Off, and Eddie’s present enough to make fun of the way Briony is literally always crying. By the time evening rolls around, he lets Buck feed him some of that lemon orzo, and it’s regrettably delicious and doesn’t even make Eddie want to throw up, a fact that makes Buck absolutely insufferable. (This time, though, it just takes some making out to distract him.)

The sheets that are stained with both of them even start to feel gross instead of warmsafehome, but his heat can’t be over, because Eddie still wants. He wakes up Sunday morning craving Buck, and even though it’s not the same intense thrum telling him he needs to be put on his knees and bred, it’s still present and demanding. “Touch me,” He tells Buck in the still-dark morning between them.

Buck applies himself to the task like his life depends on it.

He kisses down Eddie’s chest, stopping to wrap his lips around one nipple while he teases the other with warm fingers. Eddie would whine at him to get on with it, but the urgency is low this morning, probably the lowest he’s ever felt in heat.

By the time Buck is sucking a bruise into his hip and spreading his legs, Eddie’s so wet it’s starting to make its way down his thighs again, pooling under him. Buck groans when he feels it, tossing one of Eddie’s legs over his shoulder so he can lap at the sticky skin like he did that first time, only now he’s not stopping there.

His tongue is warm, addictive as he follows the slick up to the source, lapping at Eddie’s cunt and purring like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. It’s a completely new sensation, and Eddie’s awash in it, Buck’s attention so thorough that he can sink into it, nothing to do but moan his alpha’s name and let him eat like a starving man.

Buck holds him close, stubble strong and rasping after a weekend of not shaving, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, like it’s every bit the favor to him he posed it as to begin with. He adds a few fingers, pressing them against Eddie’s sweet spot and massaging it in tight circles. Even with the hormones dialed down, it feels like every nerve is lighting up, responding to the undulating of Buck’s tongue and calloused fingertips. It’s almost— he’s getting—

“Buck,” urgent on an exhale. “M’close, you gotta—”

Buck groans, tightening his grip on Eddie’s thighs and pulling him harder onto his face. There’s no point in holding in a whimper, he’s already spread out and shaking for his alpha, who’s growling against sensitive skin and lighting Eddie on fire. He spears his tongue, plunging it inside Eddie where the muscle is spasming, his orgasm threatening. He can’t— it’s not—

But Buck isn’t stopping, like he doesn’t give a shit if Eddie’s not hanging off his knot when he comes. Eddie’s mind is swirling with some amalgamation of overheard opinions and pointed innuendos learned over and over still taking up space even after new ideas have taken their place. A good omega comes on his alpha’s cock.

In the end it doesn’t matter if Eddie wants to or not, his orgasm crashes over and pulls him under with the next flick of Buck’s tongue. Buck groans and the vibration sends aftershocks down Eddie’s spine that explode into overwhelming when Buck is suddenly tilting Eddie’s hips up in his hands and shoving inside him in one long push.

Eddie’s body goes taut with the overstimulation, a yelp ripped out of his throat when Buck’s cock starts bullying over his prostate. It’s never felt like this before. He’s never had a refractory period or felt very overstimulated unless he was being touched outside of his heat. Hell, just a day ago he was coming over and over on Buck’s cock, no ability to even try to hold it back. Still, it feels good, better when the rushing in his ears stops he can hear Buck babbling, “yeah, yeah, fuck, so good, Eddie you feel so good and you— god– taste so fucking sweet, can’t get enough—”

This time, when Buck knots him, Eddie feels every millimeter of the stretch. He’s so sore, fucked out. It’s got to be over. Even knowing Buck is the biggest he’s ever taken.

“You okay?” Buck asks, breathless, petting over Eddie’s sides, his thighs, his hands.

Eddie nods, gripping Buck’s hands back so he doesn’t pull them away. It makes Buck’s eyebrows draw together, his birthmark standing out dark with exertion against his pale skin. “Are you sure?”

“Just…” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, can’t look at Buck’s searching expression. He doesn’t know how he feels, and Buck won’t like that answer. “A little sore. Think it’s over.”

“Mm.” Buck nuzzles into his neck, licks softly over his scent glands. “You smell good. Satisfied.”

The sadness that falls over him is almost unbearable. There’s no relief in this cycle being over. No sense of freedom to the idea of not having to have sex for another month. Buck is still inside him and he’s feeling bereft.

It must be the hormones, the rush of chemicals in his brain after so long, the lack of medication he’s spent the better part of his adulthood on.

That’s all it is.

YAY!!! ily new best friend! 🫶🏻 i'm so happy you're liking it so far!!!

yessssssss thank you!

yay!! thank you so much!!! hope the next part hits just as good for you <3

thank you so much!!! <3

part 3: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=348380#cmt348380

part 4: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=348636#cmt348636

part 5: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=348892#cmt348892

YES PLEASE.

They are in love and happy together, but Buck worries Eddie will leave again and Eddie still doesn’t feel like he deserves happiness, so they stumble their way into a breakup, making their worst fears a reality. But they are so stupidly in love so they make up.

OP here! Thank you so much, anon, I loved this! I never thought my dreams would come true this soon. I literally never shut up about loft window sex but now I can because this exists <3

The sex itself was great but I also loved all the little details like Eddie cleaning the windows during the pandemic and Buck buying a new carbon monoxide detector. So good! Felt very them.

Chimney is captain and Maddie finds that super sexy and they have sex in the captain’s office.

yayyyy Buck’s pullout game is just as weak as Eddie’s 🫶 LOVED THIS!!!

this is so fucking GOOD anon if you ever feel like writing the flip side i would be so up for reading it

fuckkkkk

This is now posted on AO3 with a better title XD https://archiveofourown.org/works/66686419

now on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/66470650

whoops! forgot to say this is on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66281143

*high pitched squealing noise* (excited)

i really want some toxic buddie where buck lets his bad impulses win and he manipulates/sabotages eddie into staying in los angeles. of course he helps him work on getting chris back but he wants eddie to be fully under his control and do whatever he wants. feel free to get dark with the manipulation like maybe he gaslights eddie, drugs him strategically, conditions him to want buck's approval, whatever. at some point this gets sexual like maybe he takes control of when eddie is allowed to orgasm just for one possibility. dubious consent is fine with me but i'd rather it not be fully nonconsensual where eddie isn't into buck at all.

Wow wow wow. I had no idea I wanted this but I really want it.

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