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Buck is doing fine without Abby. He's perfect, actually. He's got a lot of practice. So what if he's been slipping? Chimney appreciates getting him off his couch the nights Buck does hook up with a girl who will let him crash in her bed. He's basically doing a public service. People should be thanking him for having meaningless sex and disrespecting women or whatever it was Bobby said he was doing. Buck tries not to remember that conversation.

It's still embarrassing when Eddie asks, “You busy tonight? Chris has a sleepover,” and Buck responds, “Planning on getting laid.”

Hen raises an eyebrow. Chimney gets up and leaves the table. Eddie does move. He has this easy, lazy grin. “You're pretty sure of yourself.”

Buck stares at his mouth. He doesn't know why it's so mesmerizing. “I have a good track record.”

“Do you?” Eddie asks. Buck doesn't understand why he sounds so delighted. “Look, Shannon wants to hear more about that NASA mission you were telling her about and I need a night out. Care for a wingman?”

More time with Eddie? Buck is not wasting that opportunity. But with Shannon, too. That's harder.

Buck has a secret. One he's desperate to keep. He wants Shannon. Carnally. Or carnivorously. Whatever the word is. He wants to bend her over and fuck her so he can watch her ass bounce. He wants her to wear a strap-on and make him suck it before she fucks him. He wants to kiss her nose and tell her she's cute, which is how he really knows he's in trouble. Because he used to live in a house with enough guys that he learned his lesson about not sleeping with their girlfriends or exes the hard way. He gets it a bit, why they'd been mad at him, but he doesn't feel that way himself. He'd never told Abby this, but he'd have been okay if she wanted to sleep with someone. Not that he's imagined it. Okay, he has. He'd gotten himself off in the shower one morning thinking about Eddie fucking Abby while she held Buck's hand. And, it turns out, it's a real easy fantasy to transpose and now he's picturing fucking Shannon while Eddie holds her for him. And that's officially dangerous territory.

“Buck?” Eddie prompts. He shows a flash of teeth. He has pointy canines that Buck wants to see imprinted in his flesh. He wants Eddie to bite him so badly. In a bro way.

“Yeah,” Buck manages, because he's got to say something. “Yeah, of course. Shannon’s probably a good wing woman.”

And Eddie’s tone is droll when he says, “I wouldn't know.” But Buck doesn't believe him. And he doesn't even know why. What a weird thing for Eddie to lie about.

Even with the rest of their shift to hype himself up, Buck's hands are shaking when he parks outside the bar. It's easy to find Eddie and Shannon. They're standing at a table, three beers in front of them. Eddie’s hand is on her waist and he's bent low to hear what she's saying. From behind, they're a sight. Buck actually has to stop for a moment to take them in. There's the breadth of Eddie's shoulders, the dip of his own waist, rounding out into an ass that has its own gravitational pull. That's the only answer for how often Buck finds his eyes drawn to it. Shannon's got heels on that Buck wants her to step on him with. Her legs are miles of creamy skin leading up to her short skirt. The fabric barely covers her ass cheeks. If Eddie moved his hand at all and rucked the fabric up, Buck would get one hell of a view. He wonders if Eddie would do it if he asked. Then he reminds himself that friends don't do stuff like that and plasters a smile on his face as he goes to greet them. He definitely doesn't stare at the straps criss crossing her back, offering tantalizing glimpses of skin and promising that she isn't wearing a bra.

The third beer, it turns out, is for him. Eddie gives it to him. Their hands meet, Buck's fingers ghosting over Eddie's for a split second. Buck’s been burnt. When he looks at Eddie, trying to confirm if the spark was mutual, Eddie is looking up at him from under his eyelashes.

“Hey, Buck,” Shannon says, her voice low and throaty on his name. He hesitates to say this about a woman, especially his best friend’s sort-of-wife, but she sounds like she's been sucking dick.

He tries his very best to be normal. He tells her, in detail, about the really cool space stuff he's been reading. Stories he's picked up because her son loves space, so she probably already knows and he's making a fool of himself but he can't stop and risk losing her attention. She stares at him, lips parted. He keeps talking, even though he's long since spiraled out of control. He should not be telling her about how astronauts pee in space. That's not sexy. He shouldn't be thinking about sexy and Shannon in the same sentence. He's supposed to pick up another woman. He can't look away from her. Eddie watches, but when Buck glances at him his face doesn't give anything away. Buck has no idea if he can tell the direction of Buck's thoughts.

Is this something you're supposed to disclose under the bro code? Hey, dude, I want to defile your wife—or let her defile me, not picky—while you watch. Or participate. Whatever works for you. Bobby would not approve of Buck's thoughts right now. Buck doesn't even approve of his own thoughts right now and he once ate out a woman after another dude came in her. But it's different when it's one of your favorite people in the world and his wife who you like a lot.

Eddie moves. Buck flinches. “Bathroom.”

Shannon is on him the moment Eddie is gone. She rests a hand on his chest, right over his heart, and hooks a finger in one of his belt loops. “Gonna get you laid tonight, Buck.”

He wants her to wrap her legs around his waist and fuck him right there, her skirt pulled up and his fly open just enough to make it work. If he could, he’d get on his knees and worship her breasts. He has to stop himself from kissing her, a gentle press of lips.

“What's your type?”

He's never had a great filter between his brain and his mouth, but it's never failed him so badly as when he leans in and says, right in her ear, “Married.”

Buck would probably flee the bar and possibly the country if not for the body that suddenly appears at his back, boxing him in. “You wanna fuck my wife?”

Buck shivers. Eddie. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what to say.

“I want to take him home,” Shannon says. She tugs lightly at his pants. He wonders if she's noticed that he's getting hard. They aren't pressed together, but they're close enough that she might know.

“You want that, Buck?” Eddie asks. His breath is warm on Buck's neck. Eddie could bite him where he's vulnerable. Claim him.

Buck forgets every affirmative word in the English language. He manages their names, but when he says them they come out as moans. If Buck were capable of critical thinking, he'd be embarrassed by himself. But he's not, so he nods. Eddie and Shannon must be attracted to bobble heads, if he's not putting them off with how eagerly he's nodding at them. Eddie stills him with a hand on his neck, right where it joins with his shoulder.

“C’mon, cowboys. Let's go home.”

Shannon gets her dress off the moment they cross the threshold of Eddie's house. She tosses it over her shoulder and Buck catches it. It's such a small scrap of fabric off of her, but it's not what has his focus. He was right that she wasn't wearing a bra. He didn't expect her to be sans panties as well. Nothing interrupts the long line of her, from her delicate shoulders all the way down to her strappy heels.

“She likes me to have easy access,” Eddie says. He claps Buck's back. “Go get her.”

Buck is not the sort of man to ignore a direct order like that. He goes. He catches Shannon in the hallway, wrapping an arm around her to stop her. She lets him. He pulls her up against his chest. The contrast is hot. She's naked against his button down and slacks. He'd dressed up. Not for her, but she certainly makes the effort worth it. He'd wear anything she wanted.

“Pick me up,” she demands. She wriggles in his arms until she's facing him. He does, one hand on her thigh and the other on her ass once she's gotten her legs wrapped securely around his waist. Her ass cheek is a perfect handful. He squeezes it, reveling in the way she arches into him. He carries her into Eddie's sparse bedroom.

“Wanna fuck you against the wall,” he says. “Until you forget everything but my name. And Eddie's.”

She’s so wet against him, staining his pants. He's leaking too. He doesn't want to let go to pop his fly, but he doesn't have to. Eddie is there, one hand undoing the button while the other cups the back of Shannon’s head. “Pay attention to her breasts,” he advises. “Her nipples are so sensitive.”

What is Buck supposed to do, say no? He hadn't had the chance before to admire Shannon's breasts, but they really are perfect. Round and pert, with faded stretch marks that he traces with his tongue. Eddie takes enough of her weight and lifts her so that Buck can lean back and figure out how to make the angle work. As he explores one with his mouth, Eddie gets a hand on the other one, squeezing it. He rubs her nipple. “Suck here. She'll lose her mind,” he recommends. Buck does. He sucks on her nipple and Eddie's finger, running his tongue all the way to Eddie's palm.

Eddie's eyes are wide. His thumb has stopped moving. Buck realizes, belatedly, that he was probably meant to suck the other nipple. But he’s here now and he's not going to leave a job unfinished. He sucks Eddie’s thumb all the way into his mouth and hollows out his cheeks.

“Buck.” Eddie's voice is wrecked. Buck lets his thumb free and turns his attention to Shannon's other nipple. How much bro contact is acceptable in a threesome? He's never been totally sure. He'll suck Eddie's dick, no problem, if Eddie lets him. He's seen it in the showers. Mouthwatering.

Shannon’s hands are on his back, clutching at him. He can tell when he's hit a spot she likes, or when Eddie has, because she claws at his back. He wishes he'd taken off his shirt so he could wear her scratch marks. One upside of his promiscuity is that everyone has stopped asking questions in the locker room. He could wear them and know they were hers and it would be a secret he shared only with Eddie. Buck likes sharing secrets with Eddie. He presses everything he learns about him jealousy to his chest.

Speaking of Eddie, his hands are on Buck again, pulling his boxer briefs down enough to let his cock spring free. Buck had forgotten about his own arousal, too caught up in Shannon and Eddie, but now he remembers.

He rolls a condom on Buck's cock. His hands are deft and quick. They're almost clinical, not pausing to feel Buck up at all. He would be offended, but Shannon’s talking now. “We talked about how you'd fuck me,” she says. “Eddie didn't know. Show him.”

Buck's stuck on the fact that Shannon and Eddie talk about him when he's not around, but what's he going to do? Ignore Shannon’s cunt? Not likely.

He's been inside a lot of women. Like, a lot. However many you're thinking, it's more. After a while, they can start to blend together. He's not proud of it, but it's the truth. Now, though, buried in Shannon with Eddie right there, Buck is certain he'll remember this forever. It's the sort of sex he'll be bragging about in the nursing home one day.

She takes everything he gives her beautifully. He fucks her hard, secure in the knowledge that Eddie has a hand behind her head to make sure she doesn't knock it against the wall. She clings, holding onto him like he's the only thing keeping her tethered to the world. The noises she makes, that they make together, are obscene. She’s breathing fast, letting out these cut off little moans whenever he snaps his hips to meet hers. The slick slide of their bodies is loud in the quiet of the house.

“Good boy,” Eddie says. “Being so good for her. Touch yourself, Shannon.”

Shannon does. Buck slows their pace long enough to let her get a hand between them before he gets back into a rhythm. Buck needs to come. He won't be able to hold out for much longer. To his relief, she orgasms. Eddie catches her, holding her up on Buck’s dick as he comes inside her, filling the condom. His legs are shaking. It's lucky Eddie has a good hold on Shannon, because it's all Buck can do to keep himself upright with a hand on the wall.

Eddie lifts her off of Buck’s softening cock and puts her on her feet. “Learn anything?” Shannon asks.

Eddie kisses the top of her head, but he's looking right at Buck. “Plenty.”

Shannon kisses Eddie properly, one hand tangled in his shirt. Eddie pulls back long enough to shuck it off. Buck has a front row seat to their make out. He gets to watch as Eddie loses his jeans and briefs and lets his cock spring free. He'd think they forgot about him, but Eddie reaches out and grabs Buck's hand. He'd think it's sweet, if a bit naive, holding hands with a hookup, but instead it's so hot that Buck nearly drops to his knees right there. If Eddie would let him, he'd choke on his dick until he forgot his own name. He'd make himself into anything Eddie and Shannon want him to be.

He misses the moment Shannon pulls away from Eddie. “Buck has been so good to us,” Shannon purrs. “Doesn't he deserve something in return?”

He was just buried in her pussy. Eddie is holding his hand and looking at him with a gentle gaze. Buck is certain he's already gotten plenty out of this.

Shannon continues, “Will you let Buck fuck you, Eddie?”

Eddie's eyes meet his. Buck has absolutely no idea what he's thinking, but he can't look away. “Yeah,” Eddie agrees finally. “Make me yours.”

If Buck had been at all doubtful about his ability to get it up again, Eddie’s thoroughly put that concern to rest. Buck could run a marathon based off that sentence. Getting hard is laughably easy.

The three of them find their way to the bed somehow. Eddie yanks his duvet to the foot of the bed before he sprawls on the sheets, face down and ass up. Shannon slides a pillow under him and he raises his hips obligingly. Like magic, she has a bottle of lube in her hands. Buck only has to watch her prep Eddie for a moment before he realizes in a jolt of heat that this isn't their first time doing this. It barely takes any time at all before she's backing up and tossing Buck a condom.

Eddie's naked, presenting for him. Buck realizes how much he wants to feel every inch of Eddie's skin against his own. He rips his shirt off, buttons popping and fabric splitting. “Holy shit,” Shannon hisses. His pants disappear with only a bit of fumbling. Eddie's looking over his shoulder, eyes dark after that display.

“Mark me up. Bruise me. Make me wear you.”

That might be the best invitation Buck has ever received. He kisses Eddie’s back and runs his tongue over the exit wound from the bullet he's heard about. Then he finds a spot low enough to be covered by his shirt and bites down. It's not gentle. He doesn't break the skin, but Eddie is going to have an indentation in the shape of Buck's teeth. Buck's going to see it at work in the locker room. He'll be able to track the bruise as it changes colors, a work of art with Eddie as the canvas. Eddie hisses when he bites down, something that could be either fuck or Buck. It doesn't matter which, so Buck doesn't stop.

He's gentler as he makes his way down the rest of Eddie's back. Until he gets to that perfect ass. It's more than a handful. He squeezes much harder than he dared with Shannon and digs his nails in. Eddie says, “Bite me.”

Buck does. He leaves a bruise so that Eddie will feel it every time he sits down for days. Buck isn't going to let Eddie forget that he fucked both him and his wife easily.

Shannon is ready with another condom. Finally, Buck knows what it feels like to be inside of Eddie. He goes slow with him, but Eddie pushes his ass up to take Buck in all at once. Buck thinks, as he breathes through the initial rush of penetrating Eddie, that he might not be totally straight. But that's a problem for some future version of himself, because Buck has a man to fuck.

He goes slower than the frenzied pace he set for Shannon, but that doesn't mean he's gentle. He makes sure Eddie feels every thrust. He grips his hips punishingly hard. Eddie is going to have bruises there, ones that tell the whole world what he was doing. Bruises that will match Buck's hands perfectly.

“Talk to him. Don't let him forget for a second it's you giving it to him.”

Buck is more than happy to comply. “So good for me, Eddie,” he says. “So fucking perfect, taking my cock like this in front of your wife. Have you been thinking about me like this? Drooling over me at work and sneaking away to text your wife about how you think I'd take you apart?”

From the moan Eddie lets out, Buck can tell the answer is a firm yes. He pinches Eddie’s side and makes him squirm. “I asked you a question.”

Eddie lifts his face off the pillow enough to mumble, “Dreamed about it. Fucked Shannon pretending to be you.”

Buck cannot be trusted around this couple. He's going to lose his mind if this is a one time thing. He needs to know every single thing they've ever thought about him. He hasn't even gotten his mouth on anyone.

“Want to—goddamn, Buck, there, yes—want to hold your hand and watch you eat her out.”

“Next time,” Shannon says. Buck wants to ask if they can schedule it right here and now.

Buck isn't expecting it when Eddie comes, soaking the sheet underneath him. Buck comes as a reflex.

After that, things are depressingly businesslike. Buck pulls out and gets rid of the condom. Shannon disappears to the bathroom. And Eddie does his best to strip the sheets while still lying on them. “Wanna stay?” Eddie offers, with a calm Buck can tell is put on. “I know it's nothing compared to Chimney's couch, but the bed is big enough for three.”

Buck takes a chance. He rolls Eddie over and kisses him. When he pulls away, Eddie is smiling wider than Buck has ever seen. “I'd love to stay.”

This was not my prompt, but this was a gift TO ME. Oh my god, I loved every minute of this. Excellent work!!!

aaaaaaahhhh oh my god i love this, i love how BISEXUAL this is, I love Buck thinking about Eddie's hand under Shannon's tiny skirt, and Shannon not wanting to stay, but wanting to come back, and Eddie asking BUCK to stay, and Buck checking out Eddie's ass but not thinking about why. GOD. this is great

Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! I’m obsessed with this. Everything I could have hoped for and more! 🔥

Yes yes yes!!! It‘s 4 am so I’m not coherent right now but I just read this and it‘s so hot, so good!
Love the familiarity between Shannon and Eddie —- the asides to their past —- and the easy trust and love between them.
And the sex. Omg. The sex. So hot, and I love the dirty talk, I love how Shannon narrates it. And then switching over to Buck’s PoV and he‘s so gone for them already! The panic, the delight, the anxiety!
The sex!!! Again!!! Love it. Just love it. Wonderful. Delightful.

HOT AF. I'm obsessed with baby Buck and his overwhelming concern for maintaining the bro code while fucking his BFF and BFF's wife. ❤️‍🔥

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