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FILL: fuel efficiency
(Anonymous) 2025-06-25 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)Maybe hate is too strong a word. It’s fine. Unassuming. Gets great gas mileage. Allowed him to make decent money and stay afloat long enough to repair his relationship with the most important person in his life. To bring them both back home. Back to Buck.
And now it’s helping him sock away some extra cash—between the moving expenses, the tax penalties, the LAFD dragging their feet on his reinstatement at the 118—where it’s been tight, fiscally, these last few months.
But it’s also just tight. Small. He’s a big guy and the Prius is… borderline claustrophobic. And if he’s being honest, it’s really fucking unsexy.
He’s not a diehard gearhead or anything, but—Eddie misses his truck, is all. Although, he can’t bring himself to regret giving it up to be where he is now.
Where he is currently pulling into the driveway after a long day of chauffeuring college kids and aspiring actors and wannabe influencers who were embarrassed to be riding with him but too cheap to spring for Uber Black. Or, he would be pulling in, if his giant of a boyfriend wasn’t standing in the exact spot Eddie usually parks. He rolls down the window, sticking his head out, a wry smile stretching across his face. “Uh, hey, Buck. You wanna tell me why I almost mowed you down?”
Buck laughs, walking to the driver’s side door with his phone clutched in his hand. “Get real. No offense, Eddie, but your hybrid barely has enough horsepower to knock over a senior citizen.”
Eddie scoffs, but it’s not like Buck is wrong. He’s about to argue anyway when he notices Buck excitedly bouncing from foot to foot. “So, are we gonna talk shit about my vehicle all night or is there a real reason you’re out here?” He nods toward the house. “Where’s Christopher?”
“Oh, uh, C-Chris is in his room. Call of Duty campaign,” Buck explains with a small shrug. “Guessing we won’t see him for a couple hours.” He’s still jittery, glancing down to where he’s holding his cell, and Eddie’s always let curiosity get the best of him when it comes to Buck.
He squints, pointing at Buck, trying to get them back on track. “All right, again though, why are you—?”
But before he can finish the sentence, Buck’s blurting out, “Accept my ride request.” He taps the screen, and Eddie’s own phone pings.
Sure enough, he’s got a notification about a pickup at 4995 South Bedford. When Eddie looks at Buck, he’s grinning, clearly pleased with himself and already opening the door, jumping into the backseat.
“What’re we playing at here, bud?” He meets Buck’s gaze in the rearview mirror because Buck is sitting in the backseat like he actually ordered a ride. And, well… he kind of did.
This is ridiculous. Buck is ridiculous.
He checks his Uber app again, finding the destination, and frowns in confusion. “Cheviot Hills? Buck, that’s less than a mile from here, we could walk faster than—”
“Just drive, Eddie,” Buck cuts him off. “There’s a lot at the bottom of the hill behind the tennis courts. Where the trees are.”
Eddie huffs, pursing his lips, but he turns the engine back on. He’s willing to play along, see where this goes.
A few minutes later, Buck’s directing him toward the pin on his map. It’s past sunset—red and orange streaks fading, giving way to the blanket of darkness—as Eddie arrives and throws it into park. They passed a couple other cars, mostly people leaving the rec center for the day, but the corner where they are is secluded.
“Okay,” Eddie says, craning his neck and twisting to face Buck. “What now?”
Buck’s smirk is dangerous as he tugs on the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt. “You, uh. You ever get lucky in the back of an Uber?”
“You want to… what, have sex in the Prius?” Eddie deadpans, making sure he heard that correctly. “The least sexy vehicle on the planet…”
“Wrong, Eddie.” Buck’s looking at him like he’s an idiot. “Anything can be sexy if you have sex in it.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, trying to hide his fond expression. “Buck, come on.”
This time, Buck yanks until Eddie has no choice and he’s climbing over the center console, landing awkwardly in Buck’s lap.
Without missing a beat, Buck’s arms loop around Eddie, palming his ass through his cargo pants. “Wanna fuck you,” Buck murmurs into his neck, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, down the column of his throat.
Eddie leans back, using Buck’s shoulders for leverage, trying to raise up onto his knees to give Buck better access, but he smacks into the ceiling. “Shit,” he curses under his breath, rubbing at the crown of his head. “This is so stupid.”
A hot puff of air, like he’s said something funny, hits the shell of his ear as Buck’s teeth graze his lobe. “Eddie, I know you’ve had sex in a car before. The evidence is about to turn fifteen.”
“A pickup, Buck. Not an economy-sized sedan.” Because they’re not even close to the same. They’re not.
But Buck’s totally ignoring him—instead, grabbing Eddie by the hips and grinding him down to where Buck’s dick is growing hard.
And it’s still new: being with a man. With Buck. Still takes Eddie’s breath away to have his body—his cock—responding in ways he only fantasized about until recently. Letting himself finally feel it instead of eating him alive with guilt.
Buck’s fingertips are teasing his waistband, dipping inside, starting to slide lower, and Eddie’s mind goes fuzzy at the edges until Buck abruptly changes course, shifting in his seat.
Eddie holds in the whine that threatens to slip out at the loss of contact. Barely. “Buck, what are you—?”
Buck pats his leg twice, motioning, “Lift up. Watch your head this time,” and Eddie shoots him a glare but follows the instructions.
“It’s not that roomy in here, you know,” Eddie hisses, but Buck makes a gesture for him to hurry the fuck up.
Kneeling, Eddie watches as Buck works his button—then his zipper—open, wrenching his pants and underwear to mid-thigh in one go. The drag makes Eddie’s cock spring up, flushed and leaking at the tip, and he doesn’t miss the way Buck swallows thickly, licking his lips and ducking down.
Electricity shoots through Eddie’s body as he feeds Buck his cock. It’s so much, Buck’s tongue flattening along the underside, curling to dip into the slit. Throat clicking as he takes Eddie too deep. Moaning around him like Eddie’s precum is the best thing he’s ever tasted. It makes Eddie’s pulse race, breath coming in strangled gasps, and he throws his head back as he gently pushes forward into the slick heat.
Buck takes the opportunity to shove three fingers into his open mouth, and Eddie has to transfer his weight to avoid gagging on them. He feels saliva pooling instantly, which is probably what Buck wanted in the first place, if the amused huff against his cock is anything to go by.
“That’s it. Get ‘em real wet, baby. Want them soaking,” Buck says, pulling off Eddie’s dick while he fucks his digits in and in and in. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He’s rucking up Eddie’s shirt, trailing kisses along his abs, his chest, and it’s all Eddie can do to not choke himself on Buck’s fingers.
Then Buck’s looking at him in wonder, whispering, “Fuck, Eddie. Look so good with your mouth full,” and Eddie feels his cheeks flushing, face burning. The idea that yeah, it’s only Buck’s fingers, but it could be his cock Eddie’s sucking; Buck’s cock making drool run down his chin, drip onto his lap. Eddie’s own dick kicks where Buck’s other hand is wrapped around it, and he watches as Buck gathers the blurt of precum beading at the head, smearing it along Eddie’s shaft as he jerks him off.
It’s a lot—everything is a lot, and Eddie can recognize that familiar warmth in his gut, the coil growing tighter as he’s chasing release. He’s embarrassingly close already; Buck always knows exactly how to take him apart. His hips start to stutter in Buck’s fist, erratic as Eddie drives faster into his palm.
Which is when Buck snatches both of his hands away, and Eddie’s mouth is suddenly empty, dick rutting into nothing. He’s not proud of the sound he makes—the pathetic whine leaving his body—but Buck seems delighted.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry,” Buck says, voice laced with faux-concern, a little mean. Eddie can hear the rush of blood, his heartbeat screaming in his ears. Buck remembers this kind of thing does it for him every time. “Did you need those? Thought I was ready to let you come?”
“C’mon, Buck, I was almost—”
“Not yet, Eddie.” Buck snakes his way between Eddie’s legs, fingertips ghosting past his balls to circle his hole. The instant Buck pushes one inside, Eddie is gone. His spine bows, arching so severely he loses his balance, and Buck’s free arm cinches around his waist, steadying him before he can fall.
Eddie thinks it’s a perfect metaphor for their relationship. Or, at least, he would if he wasn’t completely delirious with how Buck is pumping in and out of him, setting a slow, even rhythm. All he can manage is, “Buck,” his voice breaking when Buck adds a second finger and starts to scissor them.
The angle’s a little awkward with two grown men crammed into the back of this small car, but Eddie feels like he’s ascending to a higher plane. Buck is focused; even with his eyes squeezed shut—overwhelmed by shame and pleasure and the enormity of Buck—Eddie can tell by the way he’s pressing intently with every thrust, searching for that spot.
When he does find it, Eddie’s whole body goes stiff, muscles locking up, a moan ripped out of him so violently, it’s bordering on a yell. “Holy shit, Buck.” Panic rises, buzzing through Eddie’s entire body, as he realizes again where they are.
Of course, Buck notices immediately. “Shh,” he murmurs soothingly, but Eddie knows better from the way he’s still rubbing his prostate, not bothering to stop. “Gonna have to keep it down. Don’t wanna get caught.”
Eddie’s about to protest, and Buck must sense it because he immediately shoves Eddie’s shirt up the rest of the way and into his mouth. Eddie bites down instinctively, and Buck lets out a pleased hum.
“That’s good, Eddie, that’s so good.” He’s nipping and biting at Eddie’s pec, words sinking into Eddie’s skin. “Think you can stay quiet for me?”
All Eddie can do is nod, whimper, as a third finger bullies its way past his rim. He vaguely hears Buck say, “God, Eddie. You’re so fucking tight,” low and gravelly, but Eddie may as well be somewhere else entirely—lost in the brutal pace Buck is setting, the stretch intoxicating, like nothing exists beyond this moment.
From then on, it’s quiet, the only noise their panting breaths, the sticky sounds of Buck sliding in and out. Eddie pitches forward, his forehead resting on Buck’s, trading damp air between them back and forth.
It’s building again, that tension. Eddie’s aching with it, with every brush of Buck’s fingers against his prostate, inching him closer and closer. But it’s not enough. “Buck,” he’s hoarse, voice barely a scrape in the haze of ecstasy. “Buck, I need—”
“Can you come like this, Eddie? On my fingers?” Buck’s eyes sparkle, the tempo of his wrist faltering with excitement.
Eddie can’t answer, just writhes in Buck’s lap, overwhelmed with desire. A bead of sweat trickles down the center of his chest, making him shiver, Buck’s filthy words ringing in his ears.
“I think you can do it, baby.” Buck’s tone is teasing, but there’s an undercurrent to it that sends sparks through Eddie’s veins.
He’s quickly reaching a fever pitch. Eddie’s hand flies from its death grip on Buck’s shoulder down to his cock, but Buck is faster, swatting it away.
“Nuh-uh. I didn’t say you could.” Buck stills completely, just for a second, and the lack of movement makes Eddie crazed.
The strain of Buck’s bicep as he drives into Eddie; the hunger clear on his face; the splay of his fingers across Eddie’s rib cage… every little detail has Eddie hurtling towards the cliff at breakneck speed, desperate for Buck to push him off.
And now he’s begging. “Buck, please,” Eddie grits out, muffled around the fabric held in his teeth. “Let me—”
“Hmm, I don’t know, Eddie.” Buck tilts his head, considering Eddie’s plea while he works in and out of his hole relentlessly. “Y’want it real bad, huh?”
He does—Eddie’s not sure he’s ever wanted something more.
“Sh-should I let you? Let you touch yourself—jack your leaking cock until you’re blowing your load while I’m stuffed inside you?” Buck’s practically growling. “W-what do you say, Eddie… d’you deserve it?”
Eddie hopes his needy moan, the hysterical bob of his head, can satisfy Buck. He’s so fucked-out, Eddie’s not sure he could remember how to say the words himself.
Something in Buck’s expression changes, going soft and reverent. He’s beautiful in the dimly-lit glow of the street lamp, eyes half-lidded like he’s struggling to keep them open, keep watching Eddie fall apart. “Yeah,” he says faintly against Eddie’s temple, into his hair. “Yeah, okay. You did so good. Go ahead, Eddie.”
And then Eddie’s stripping his cock so forcefully, grip hard and punishing as he barrels toward what he’s been after, his vision starts to go black. It’s quick. Maybe fifteen seconds of skin-on-skin contact after being wound tight for this long until Eddie’s spilling all over his own abs, clenching around Buck’s fingers as he fucks Eddie through his orgasm.
Immediately, Buck’s shoving him as far as he’ll go, pinning Eddie against the back of the driver’s seat. The fingers that just wrecked him pull out, wrestling with Buck’s fly. Eddie can see how frantic he is to get his dick in-hand; how it only takes a few strokes, Buck locked in with the way he fists his cock in practiced motions, catching on the head, squeezing at the base. He leans forward, aiming his dick, and shoots onto Eddie’s stomach, right where Eddie’s cum landed.
Even still struggling to catch his breath, Buck seems mesmerized, running his fingers through all of it, spreading their jizz around before bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean.
Eddie groans—this really might be the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen—and Buck’s pupils blow wide at his reaction.
He quirks an eyebrow, back to drawing patterns in the mess on Eddie’s torso. “D’you—you wanna taste, Eddie?”
Static roars loud in Eddie’s ears as he watches Buck scoop up their joint cum. His jaw drops open, shirt falling from where it’s been drenched by Eddie’s spit, so Buck can feed it to him. It’s obscene, and part of Eddie can’t believe this is his life now. Can’t believe how much he loves this; how much he loves Buck.
His dick twitches, starting to fill back out, and Buck smiles, giving him a quick kiss.
“C’mon, gotta get back to the house before Chris realizes we’re gone. And, uh. We should probably shower,” Buck says, tucking himself in his jeans and zipping up, smiling wide. “Consider me a very satisfied customer, though.”
Eddie shuffles as much as he can, channeling every ounce of concentration he has left into pulling on his pants without hitting the floor. He’s about to open the door, peel himself off of Buck, when his phone dings. His laugh is loud in the tiny space when he stops to check his notifications. “Five stars, huh?”
Buck smacks his ass. “You definitely earned it.”
Maybe the car’s not so bad after all.
Re: FILL: fuel efficiency
(Anonymous) 2025-06-25 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)This was super hot and I loved it! All the stars for you nonnie. 🔥⭐
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(Anonymous) 2025-06-25 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: fuel efficiency
(Anonymous) 2025-06-25 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)Love the banter and the familiarity, the brief exploration of shame. The neediness. The humour. The hit fucking sex. All of it. Amazing!
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