Buck’s hands have been all over Eddie since the minute shift ended, though that’s not exactly unusual, especially after a shift like this one where everything went right for a change and they pulled off a few — if Eddie’s allowed to brag — spectacular saves. It’s still sort of strange, even years later, not to be working side by side with Buck. They’re still on the same team, of course, and Eddie is sometimes sent into the thick of it but mostly she’s stationed on the sidelines of whatever disaster they pull up to, ready and waiting with her paramedic bag to treat anybody Buck pulls out and hands to her.
“That tourniquet was crazy,” Buck hums into her neck, hair pushed out the way to get at skin. He’s plastered up against her back, slipping his hands up under her shirt. “You got that thing on so fast, and like- smooth. It was a weird joint one, even!”
Eddie laughs, trying to smack him away long enough to grab something cold to drink from the fridge. “This impressed by a tourniquet? Good to know I don’t have to work too hard to wow you this far into marriage.”
“Mm.” Buck politely waits until Eddie’s taken three big gulps of seltzer before wrapping her back up again, nosing back through her hair to kiss her spine, big and sloppy. “Don’t downplay it, you know it was cool.” One hand presses into her belly, fingers teasing below the elastic of the big, comfortable skirt she threw on at the station, and the other snakes up to her bra, grabbing a handful.
“Buck,” Eddie laughs. The other side effect of having different tasks on a busy day at work is a certain amount of touch starvedness from her husband at the end of the day. Though — as she gasps at him pinching her nipple through the soft cup of the bra — she can’t really find it in her to mind all that much. “I didn’t even take a shower.”
“So?” Buck’s grinning, she can feel his teeth against her neck. “We’ll have to shower after, anyway.”
Eddie snorts. “After what, Mr. Diaz?”
“After I celebrate how great at her job my beautiful wife is by making her cum so hard she can’t stand upright.”
Eddie tilts her head back far enough that she can kiss Buck’s end-of-shift-scruffy cheek. “That might make showering more difficult.”
Buck kisses Eddie’s nose. “So, I’ll hold you up.”
Eddie makes a sound sort of like mrgh and spins in Buck’s arms, kissing him soundly. “Hate that I found that as romantic as I did.”
Buck smiles against her mouth, clacking their teeth together. “No you don’t.” He tugs, stepping back, and again.
Eddie follows, sighing into his mouth. “No, I don’t.”
“You love me.” They don’t even stumble going backwards and unseeing down the hall, they’ve lived here too long. “You think I’m so romantic.”
“Keep talking and you’re showering alone,” Eddie lies, hiking her skirt to climb onto Buck’s lap as he falls back to sit on the bed. He’s already half hard beneath her, and her smug grin about it makes him blush happily. His arms are big and strong around her, his hair with all its not-so-new grey strands is kind of a greasy mess from work. Eddie traces his handsome face with her fingertips. “I do love you.”
Buck smiles so big it seems to render him unable to speak for a moment. “I know.” He kisses her. “I love you too, baby.” He kisses her deeply. “Lemme make you cum.”
Eddie grinds down a little, smiling at his gasps. “If you insist.”
Buck kisses her, kisses her again, finally peels away to grab lubricant. Eddie stands, wiggles out of her underwear, puts her hair back up in a loose bun. Buck laughs when he sees it, lube in hand and pants shed.
“What?” Eddie asks, craning her head to the side and baring her neck. “Easy access.”
“See?” Buck points at her as he sits back down on the bed. “Smart.” He pats his lap. “C’mere.”
Eddie steps closer. “How do you want me?”
Buck leans forward and kisses her left tit through her shirt. “Want your cunts.”
Eddie runs her fingers through Buck’s hair and hums assent, kissing his temple before turning around and settling backwards onto his lap, pulling her skirt up out of the way as she goes. Buck’s cock presses up against her — thin cotton of his briefs against bare skin — as he attacks her neck again, hands roaming around her body in familiar paths. A decade, she thinks, relaxing back into him. A decade since you first touched me like this. Their wedding anniversary is a few months past but the first time they ever fell into bed together was in the summer. Coming up soon. “God, I was so young.”
“Hm?” Buck’s hand so slowly creeps down to cup her soft cock.
“When you first loved me.” She turns her head, closes her eyes against his jaw. “Since you first told me, anyway. You loved me a long time before that.”
She says it like an oft repeated fairytale, an inside joke, a call and response, and Buck plays his part. “I loved you a long time before that.” He sucks at her neck as he strokes her. “I felt so old, back then. Thirty-five, all grown up.” Buck laughs softly. “The hell did I know? Fuck, Ravi’s forty now, what a baby.”
Eddie laughs and it turns into a gasp as Buck’s other hand joins the first, slick with lube. “I had that stupid mustache.”
Buck laughs, one hand on her cock and the other fondling a testicle. “No, the- that was like the year before.”
Eddie blinks. “Are you sure? I could swear I remember kissing you with a mustache.”
Buck laughs harder, pausing his ministrations. “Nope.” He kisses her cheek, then goes for her lips like he can’t resist. “Maybe you were just imagining it a lot at the time.”
“No,” Eddie says, even as the heat in her cheeks gives her away.
Buck giggles, ducked into her shoulder. “You’re so cute.”
Eddie makes another noise that tries to be annoyed and entirely fails at its job. She’ll blame it on Buck’s hands, back to their work of slow pleasure. “I’ve loved you forever too, we all know that.”
“I know.” Buck rubs her testicle again, pinching it lightly, pressing it upward carefully.
Eddie’s neck decides to give up, and she flops her head back onto Buck’s shoulder, gasping at the warmth of Buck’s hand around her soft cock, the tight burn-stretch of penetration. “I-“ another gasp, another gasp. “Had that mustache and- and I was walking around telling people I was a straight guy.”
Buck laughs, fucking her slow and then pulling out, the sensation of her own testicle sliding back out of her canal sending shivery pleasure up her spine. “Remember my- my ally posts?”
Eddie laughs- moans- laughs. It’s so good, Buck’s thumb rubbing the tip of her cock, broad finger fucking back into her cunt. The kind of pleasure only possible from practice, from intimate knowledge of another person’s body. It’s good, no longer walking around feeling like a failure of a man, and more of a success at being Eddie. “Young,” she says again, when she can get words back in her mouth. “I’m so glad-” Buck’s chest heaves at her back, and she feels so surrounded by him. The sound of his breathing, the heat of his body, even the stink of 24 hours of hard-work sweat. “I’m so glad I got to grow up with you.”
Buck lets out a breath that sounds almost like a sob, but when she turns her head his cheeks are dry. “Eddie-” he says, and then can’t finish the sentence. He moves, tiny little thrusts against her ass as he keeps fucking, pulling out, fucking in, fondling, knowing her so well. Loving her, always being there with her, in just the ways she needs.
“That I get to-” she reaches up, tangles her fingers in his hair, looks forward at the future of this spiraling out in front of them. “That I get to keep growing up with you. I- Buck- Buck-”
“Yeah- yeah-”
“I love- I love my life with you- I love who I am with- you know me so good-”
“Gonna-” Buck moans, hands faster but still, always, so careful. “Eddie- you and me- you and me- I love you so much, I’m gonna love you forever, till I die- till-” he laughs, sort of, breathy. “Till we’re so old and wrinkly-”
Eddie pants, head thrown back. Her hair’s come mostly loose, strands spilling everywhere, the streaks of grey that Buck is so enamored with catching in the light. “Matching- matching rockers.” Tight, warm, stretch, full, good good good.
Eddie feels him cum, the wet of it tacky through his underwear. He shakes, finger twitching where it’s still inside her, hand trembling around her cock. She’s so close- so close- “Buck-” and then he presses a small kiss to her shoulder where’s rested, spent, against her and that’s it- that’s-
When she floats back into her body Buck is still kissing along her shoulder, up her neck, around to the other side. His arms are circled loosely around her middle. She’s softer there than she used to be, but so is he. Her breath catches, just a little.
“You okay?” Buck asks, immediately concerned, leaning back and raising a hand to tilt her face into his line of sight.
“Mhmm,” she says, leaning in to kiss him. “I just love my husband very much.”
“I love my wife very much.” He kisses her firmly, then one to her cheek and another to her jaw. “So?
“So what?” She twists in his lap, getting a little more comfortable, thinking vaguely of a nap.
“What’s the odds on standing under your own power right now? Because I’m going to admit here that I may have overestimated my own post-coital ability.”
Eddie cracks up, arms slung around him, sloppily kissing any bit of skin she finds. “We lean on each other, we’ll make it through.” Like they always do.
Loved and known
“That tourniquet was crazy,” Buck hums into her neck, hair pushed out the way to get at skin. He’s plastered up against her back, slipping his hands up under her shirt. “You got that thing on so fast, and like- smooth. It was a weird joint one, even!”
Eddie laughs, trying to smack him away long enough to grab something cold to drink from the fridge. “This impressed by a tourniquet? Good to know I don’t have to work too hard to wow you this far into marriage.”
“Mm.” Buck politely waits until Eddie’s taken three big gulps of seltzer before wrapping her back up again, nosing back through her hair to kiss her spine, big and sloppy. “Don’t downplay it, you know it was cool.” One hand presses into her belly, fingers teasing below the elastic of the big, comfortable skirt she threw on at the station, and the other snakes up to her bra, grabbing a handful.
“Buck,” Eddie laughs. The other side effect of having different tasks on a busy day at work is a certain amount of touch starvedness from her husband at the end of the day. Though — as she gasps at him pinching her nipple through the soft cup of the bra — she can’t really find it in her to mind all that much. “I didn’t even take a shower.”
“So?” Buck’s grinning, she can feel his teeth against her neck. “We’ll have to shower after, anyway.”
Eddie snorts. “After what, Mr. Diaz?”
“After I celebrate how great at her job my beautiful wife is by making her cum so hard she can’t stand upright.”
Eddie tilts her head back far enough that she can kiss Buck’s end-of-shift-scruffy cheek. “That might make showering more difficult.”
Buck kisses Eddie’s nose. “So, I’ll hold you up.”
Eddie makes a sound sort of like mrgh and spins in Buck’s arms, kissing him soundly. “Hate that I found that as romantic as I did.”
Buck smiles against her mouth, clacking their teeth together. “No you don’t.” He tugs, stepping back, and again.
Eddie follows, sighing into his mouth. “No, I don’t.”
“You love me.” They don’t even stumble going backwards and unseeing down the hall, they’ve lived here too long. “You think I’m so romantic.”
“Keep talking and you’re showering alone,” Eddie lies, hiking her skirt to climb onto Buck’s lap as he falls back to sit on the bed. He’s already half hard beneath her, and her smug grin about it makes him blush happily. His arms are big and strong around her, his hair with all its not-so-new grey strands is kind of a greasy mess from work. Eddie traces his handsome face with her fingertips. “I do love you.”
Buck smiles so big it seems to render him unable to speak for a moment. “I know.” He kisses her. “I love you too, baby.” He kisses her deeply. “Lemme make you cum.”
Eddie grinds down a little, smiling at his gasps. “If you insist.”
Buck kisses her, kisses her again, finally peels away to grab lubricant. Eddie stands, wiggles out of her underwear, puts her hair back up in a loose bun. Buck laughs when he sees it, lube in hand and pants shed.
“What?” Eddie asks, craning her head to the side and baring her neck. “Easy access.”
“See?” Buck points at her as he sits back down on the bed. “Smart.” He pats his lap. “C’mere.”
Eddie steps closer. “How do you want me?”
Buck leans forward and kisses her left tit through her shirt. “Want your cunts.”
Eddie runs her fingers through Buck’s hair and hums assent, kissing his temple before turning around and settling backwards onto his lap, pulling her skirt up out of the way as she goes. Buck’s cock presses up against her — thin cotton of his briefs against bare skin — as he attacks her neck again, hands roaming around her body in familiar paths. A decade, she thinks, relaxing back into him. A decade since you first touched me like this. Their wedding anniversary is a few months past but the first time they ever fell into bed together was in the summer. Coming up soon. “God, I was so young.”
“Hm?” Buck’s hand so slowly creeps down to cup her soft cock.
“When you first loved me.” She turns her head, closes her eyes against his jaw. “Since you first told me, anyway. You loved me a long time before that.”
She says it like an oft repeated fairytale, an inside joke, a call and response, and Buck plays his part. “I loved you a long time before that.” He sucks at her neck as he strokes her. “I felt so old, back then. Thirty-five, all grown up.” Buck laughs softly. “The hell did I know? Fuck, Ravi’s forty now, what a baby.”
Eddie laughs and it turns into a gasp as Buck’s other hand joins the first, slick with lube. “I had that stupid mustache.”
Buck laughs, one hand on her cock and the other fondling a testicle. “No, the- that was like the year before.”
Eddie blinks. “Are you sure? I could swear I remember kissing you with a mustache.”
Buck laughs harder, pausing his ministrations. “Nope.” He kisses her cheek, then goes for her lips like he can’t resist. “Maybe you were just imagining it a lot at the time.”
“No,” Eddie says, even as the heat in her cheeks gives her away.
Buck giggles, ducked into her shoulder. “You’re so cute.”
Eddie makes another noise that tries to be annoyed and entirely fails at its job. She’ll blame it on Buck’s hands, back to their work of slow pleasure. “I’ve loved you forever too, we all know that.”
“I know.” Buck rubs her testicle again, pinching it lightly, pressing it upward carefully.
Eddie’s neck decides to give up, and she flops her head back onto Buck’s shoulder, gasping at the warmth of Buck’s hand around her soft cock, the tight burn-stretch of penetration. “I-“ another gasp, another gasp. “Had that mustache and- and I was walking around telling people I was a straight guy.”
Buck laughs, fucking her slow and then pulling out, the sensation of her own testicle sliding back out of her canal sending shivery pleasure up her spine. “Remember my- my ally posts?”
Eddie laughs- moans- laughs. It’s so good, Buck’s thumb rubbing the tip of her cock, broad finger fucking back into her cunt. The kind of pleasure only possible from practice, from intimate knowledge of another person’s body. It’s good, no longer walking around feeling like a failure of a man, and more of a success at being Eddie. “Young,” she says again, when she can get words back in her mouth. “I’m so glad-” Buck’s chest heaves at her back, and she feels so surrounded by him. The sound of his breathing, the heat of his body, even the stink of 24 hours of hard-work sweat. “I’m so glad I got to grow up with you.”
Buck lets out a breath that sounds almost like a sob, but when she turns her head his cheeks are dry. “Eddie-” he says, and then can’t finish the sentence. He moves, tiny little thrusts against her ass as he keeps fucking, pulling out, fucking in, fondling, knowing her so well. Loving her, always being there with her, in just the ways she needs.
“That I get to-” she reaches up, tangles her fingers in his hair, looks forward at the future of this spiraling out in front of them. “That I get to keep growing up with you. I- Buck- Buck-”
“Yeah- yeah-”
“I love- I love my life with you- I love who I am with- you know me so good-”
“Gonna-” Buck moans, hands faster but still, always, so careful. “Eddie- you and me- you and me- I love you so much, I’m gonna love you forever, till I die- till-” he laughs, sort of, breathy. “Till we’re so old and wrinkly-”
Eddie pants, head thrown back. Her hair’s come mostly loose, strands spilling everywhere, the streaks of grey that Buck is so enamored with catching in the light. “Matching- matching rockers.” Tight, warm, stretch, full, good good good.
“Uh- Uh- can’t wait- can’t fucking wait- baby, baby-”
Eddie feels him cum, the wet of it tacky through his underwear. He shakes, finger twitching where it’s still inside her, hand trembling around her cock. She’s so close- so close- “Buck-” and then he presses a small kiss to her shoulder where’s rested, spent, against her and that’s it- that’s-
When she floats back into her body Buck is still kissing along her shoulder, up her neck, around to the other side. His arms are circled loosely around her middle. She’s softer there than she used to be, but so is he. Her breath catches, just a little.
“You okay?” Buck asks, immediately concerned, leaning back and raising a hand to tilt her face into his line of sight.
“Mhmm,” she says, leaning in to kiss him. “I just love my husband very much.”
“I love my wife very much.” He kisses her firmly, then one to her cheek and another to her jaw. “So?
“So what?” She twists in his lap, getting a little more comfortable, thinking vaguely of a nap.
“What’s the odds on standing under your own power right now? Because I’m going to admit here that I may have overestimated my own post-coital ability.”
Eddie cracks up, arms slung around him, sloppily kissing any bit of skin she finds. “We lean on each other, we’ll make it through.” Like they always do.