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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.

fuckkkkk

*high pitched squealing noise* (excited)

If Eddie thought he had a problem before, it’s got nothing on what he has now.

Chris has been back home for a week and a half. Eddie and Buck are both back to work. Routines are back in play and everything is supposed to be normal.

Everything is so very not normal.

The only thing he can think about is Buck. He makes breakfast for himself and Christopher in the morning, and he’s faced with a torrent of memories of Buck’s hands on him, soothing him or making him come or just being there, pressed against Eddie’s skin so that he knows Buck is close by. He drives to work, and the snarls of LA traffic disappear in favor of all the ways Buck fucked him into next week, stretching Eddie wide on his cock and whispering praise into his ear. He cleans the goddamn engine and he can barely see six inches in front of him because he’s consumed by the idea of Buck’s tongue on him, eating him out until he’s on the verge of tears, licking into his mouth and making him feel safe and claimed, dragging up the column of Eddie’s neck until he can nip at his earlobe.

It’s not that he doesn’t normally think about Buck. He is Eddie’s best friend, the only alpha he really wants around all the time. The person who helps him with Christopher and makes them laugh and fills their home with an extra dose of joy and love.

Those thoughts are normal. Totally platonic. This, though. This new reel of pornographic highlights is something else entirely.

It’s completely unsustainable.

Eddie isn’t repulsed by the idea of sex. He takes care of himself between partners— he’s not above jerking off in the shower after a long day. It’s just that actual, real sex isn’t something he normally thinks about. Wanting to touch and be touched. Remembering specific times with someone. All of this is new.

It has to be hormones.

A person’s feelings about sex don’t just change as an adult. Eddie can’t go from never giving a fuck about sex unless he’s in heat to suddenly wanting it. Really, actually wanting it.

But now he’s at work, and he’s watching Buck sanitize handrails and he needs him so badly he could pass out.

He calls Dr. Cooper’s office and talks to a bored nurse who doesn’t seem to think there’s anything wrong at all. They ask him questions about bleeding and vomiting and a dozen other things that don’t feel even slightly relevant to the emergency he’s experiencing. “Mr. Diaz, what you’re describing isn’t really a symptom.”

“Well, it’s new and it only started happening after Cooper changed my meds.” Eddie hisses, glancing around the corner. “Obviously it’s a side effect.”

“Okay.” The nurse says, placating like Eddie’s completely crazy. “Okay, I hear you, kid.”

Eddie blanches. He’s in his fucking thirties. This isn’t baby’s first wet dream. He’s a medic, for god’s sake. “Look, isn’t there a chance–”

“It’s possible that the changes in your hormone levels are making you feel… off balance.”

“Do you think I need,” he casts a furtive glance around again, feels the color rising in his cheeks. “Is it possible this is some sort of mini heat that I need to… deal with?” He remembers what Cooper said about prescribing him a knot and hopes to god this nurse doesn’t start laughing.

“It couldn’t hurt.” They reply mildly. “Call back if you experience any of the other symptoms we discussed, okay?”

Eddie knows that voice. It’s the voice they all use when a patient is over-excited or nervous when there’s clearly nothing wrong with them. It’s just kind of fucking rude when there is clearly something wrong with Eddie.

He hangs up, and it’s only mildly satisfying. Fuck, he misses flip phones.

When he emerges from his hiding place to find Buck taking a socket wrench to a loose bolt on the engine’s pump panel, any semblance of control goes out the fucking window. In a second flat, Eddie’s aching, clenching around nothing and imagining the spread of Buck’s thick fingers in his mouth.

Everyone else is occupied, Hen and Chim tag-teaming some sort of dish they’ve been far too excited to make, Bobby in his office working on a mountain of paperwork, and Jones and Sanchez doing what sounds like the loudest workout known to man.

Weights crash against the padded gym floor, and Eddie nearly jumps, caught staring as Buck turns toward the gym. “Hey! You uh, you alright?”

He looks so sweet, so earnest. Eddie wants him on his knees.

Oh god, something is so, so wrong. “I–” the words get stuck in his throat as Buck takes in his expression and is immediately, visibly concerned. “I think I need help.”

Buck drops the wrench in a second, metal clanging against the rest of the tools in the bag. “What’s wrong? You were just on the phone. Is it Chris?”

“No, no, Chris is fine.” Eddie promises hurriedly. “I just…” He can tell his cheeks are cherry red again, and it only gets worse when Buck takes a step closer. Again, his touch makes sparks skitter down Eddie’s arm, into his belly, through his legs. His breath catches, and he hopes to god the wetness he’s feeling isn’t actually as bad as it feels.

“Oh,” Buck says, scenting the air as surreptitiously as possible. “Oh, Eddie.”

Great, so it’s exactly as bad as it feels.

“Something’s wrong.” He whispers, urgent. “I– I feel it again even though I shouldn’t be. I think–”

“Let me take you home. I’ll just tell Bobby it’s an emergency and we need to be cut for the day.”

“No.” Eddie shakes his head. He can’t wait that long, he’s sure of it. “Need you now.”

Lightning fast, Buck takes stock of the rest of their shift, slides his hand down Eddie’s arm until he’s gripping his elbow. “Closet on the second floor across from the bunk room. No one goes in there unless it’s spring cleaning. I’ll meet you there in five.”

Relief courses through Eddie’s veins. He’d been sure he’d have to convince Buck, though looking back he’s not sure why. Buck’s never been one to let Eddie suffer anything– minor inconvenience of a forgotten condiment all the way up to the all-consuming pain he felt after the shooting. Buck always has his back.

A little pulse of fire gets him going when Buck uses his grip to give him a gentle shove toward the stairs, and by the time he reaches the closet he’s not sure he’s going to last five minutes. There’s no haze, no consuming emptiness, no painful heat that makes being without a knot feel like breathing through a straw in a tank of boiling water. But there is that insistent need to be touched, to feel Buck’s hands on him and make him come and tell him he’s such a good boy for Eddie.

It’s a little terrifying.

Thankfully, Buck appears before Eddie has too long to think about it, and he’s snugging himself up against Eddie’s back in an instant, arms curling around his middle and his nose in Eddie’s neck. “Smell good.“ he reports. “Not, uh, not like heat, though. Are you hurting?”

Eddie shakes his head, though he’s not sure if he’s telling the truth or not. “M’okay, I think. We don’t have time to tie. Just need you to fuck me, if you—“ he realizes he’s not sure what the etiquette is for sex with your heat alpha outside of the cycle.

Regardless, Buck seems plenty occupied by the former rather than whatever latter Eddie might have come up with. “Shit, yeah, of-of course.”

Buck divests them both of their pants in record time, and the cool air hitting Eddie’s skin lets him know he was right about the arousal dripping from him. It’s not a flood, but it’s not nothing. Buck, however, seems to think otherwise. “Not wet enough, honey.” He says, sounding reverent and pleased as he sinks to his knees. “Gonna help us out, here.”

It’s all the warning Eddie has before Buck’s lethal tongue is on his hole.

It’s only been a few days, yet somehow Eddie can’t figure out how he went without this for that long. It’s his new favorite thing: all Buck’s considerable attention focused on him, something so divorced from any standard alpha behavior, all about making Eddie feel relaxed and ready. Plus, Buck seems to love it, each of his hands gripping an asscheek and ostensibly unable to stop the flow of muffled noises.

Distantly, Eddie can hear weights still dropping in the gym, music playing in the loft. Buck’s drunk-sounding whines and moans can’t be louder than all of that. Still, he bites into his own sleeve, determined to let Buck be the loud one, since he’s doing him a favor here. Eddie knows he got fired for this before, it must be scary to do it again. Although, Bobby had been so understanding about Eddie’s heat, he probably wouldn’t be mad enough to fire them.

Probably.

“There we go.” Buck is encouraging, slipping three fingers into Eddie’s cunt like it’s nothing.

Eddie collapses forward onto folded arms, propping himself up on the closest shelf. God, he's so wet. So ready for Buck’s knot.

“Such a good alpha,” He’s praising before he registers he’s even going to do it. “So good to me.”

Buck’s moan sends pleased shivers through him as he slides home in a single, slow thrust. “So tight.” Buck gasps, hands flexing on Eddie’s hips. “Eddie– you’re so–”

Eddie pushes back impatiently, making Buck snap his hips in response, hard enough that Eddie has to bite his sleeve again to hold in a howl. It is a much tighter fit. No heat chemicals dilating him and making his cunt a fucking faucet. This, Eddie realizes for the first time, is just him and Buck.

Nothing is fucking with him and the way he feels. If he’s honest with himself, nothing since he started this with Buck has been a familiar experience. In a good way, Eddie thinks. Probably the best way.

Because this is– he’s enjoying this. He’s been craving Buck for days, and now that he has him all to himself, it’s everything he wanted. There’s no crash of the reality not living up to the fantasy in his head. The fact that everything is sticky and hot doesn’t immediately turn him off. There’s no pit of discomfort bordering on disgust. The idea that anyone could walk in and catch them at it because Eddie couldn’t even wait long enough to get home? Well, that’s something else entirely.

“Buck,”

Buck’s arms slide up Eddie’s body, wrapping around his chest and pulling him up off the shelf so his back rests against Buck’s chest. “I got you.” He murmurs in Eddie’s ear. “Gonna take care of you.”

I love you.

Eddie could fucking cry, whether it’s the new angle that makes Buck’s cock feel impossibly bigger, or the way this is the first time he’s ever let himself think it, he’s not sure. Maybe both.

He can’t tell Buck now, that would be crass. It wouldn’t mean as much. And that’s if Buck doesn’t immediately chalk it up to the hormones.

“Just wanna,” Buck gasps, mouth open and wet against Eddie’s jaw. “Be good for you.”

He grips Buck’s strong arms, gets up on his tiptoes so Buck doesn’t have to squat to get that delicious angle. “You are,” he promises, letting his head loll to the side to give Buck more room where he’s digging his teeth into the skin of Eddie’s neck. “You’re always such a good boy for me.”

Buck’s hips stutter, a sign Eddie knows means he’s about to come, and even though he knows Buck can’t knot him in the fucking station, he still wants it so bad that he’s right there on the edge with him. That is, until Buck wraps one unyielding fist around the base of Eddie’s cock, cuts off his orgasm even as he fills Eddie up with come.

The sound he makes must be fucking pitiful, because Buck is begging for forgiveness and his hips twitch up into Eddie with the aftershocks. “Sorry, M’sorry, just wanted– I want it, please, Eds.”

Eddie can’t even begin to understand what that means until he’s suddenly empty and Buck’s on his knees again. “In my mouth, in my mouth, Eddie, please.” He babbles, and then Eddie’s cock is buried in the warm, silky heaven of Buck’s mouth.

“Oh– oh my fucking– Buck, oh my god.” He curses, hips bucking before he can stop them.

Buck moans so loud when the head of Eddie’s cock hits the back of his throat that Eddie’s terrified someone overheard. “Shh, baby.” He chides, but it comes out so breathless he’s not even sure Buck could pick out the words.

Familiar tingling kicks up at the base of Eddie’s spine, and all he can hear is a loop of Buck pleading for Eddie to come in his mouth as he does just that. His sleeve isn’t enough this time, he has to bite into the meat of his hand to keep himself quiet as he fills Buck’s throat. Eddie’s been blown, sure, but he’s never had an alpha want to swallow him like this before. It might be the hottest thing he’s ever experienced, but it’s hard to tell when Buck keeps upping the ante every goddamn chance he gets.

The shelf rattles as Eddie stumbles back into it, catching himself at the last second. It barely even registers– he’s too busy looking at Buck on his knees, his hand wrapped around his knot and his eyes glazed over like he’s– like he’s cockdrunk. “Holy god.” Eddie breathes.

He wants to drop, too, kneel at Buck’s level and kiss him senseless until the only thing they can taste is each other. Everything they’ve ever done together has been that way: on the same level, in lock step even when they don’t agree. Even when it hurts. He makes do with reaching out to cup Buck’s jaw, rubbing his thumb over the stubble there.

“Good?” Buck asks, coming back to himself a bit.

“Very.”

“Turn around for me.”

“Buck, we’re outta time.” They’re definitely already pushing it. No way they can get away with a second round. Besides, Eddie’s going to need a bit before he can get it up again.

“I know.” Buck says, only sounding a little regretful about it. “That’s not what I meant. Just had something else in my locker I thought might help you get through the rest of shift.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow, waits until Buck produces a soft-looking blue silicone plug. Oh. It’s been a long time since he’s worn a plug, but Buck might be onto something here. The emptiness gone, the craving satisfied at least for now.

He turns around.

caught up on the last four, jesus that was hot as fuck?? also as a side note i love the background pairings designations in this story. omega chimney/alpha maddie, alpha/alpha bathena- you're cooking.

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