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.
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.
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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.