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FILL: Lie with me
(Anonymous) 2025-10-14 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)This is the last time he tells himself as he pulls on his clothes and leaves Eddie laying in the mess of sheets watching him silently.
It’s a lie.
Buck knows he’ll be back, crawling into Eddie’s bed when the need for him becomes too much. But right now, Buck has to get home, has to shower away the sweat and cum that Eddie has left on and in his body because he’s got a date with his boyfriend tonight.
With shaking hands Buck pulls the jeans up over his ass, he has no idea where his underwear are and he doesn’t want to go hunting for them. Not with Eddie staring at him, drinking in the last bits of Buck he can have before Buck’s walking out the bedroom, the house towards someone else.
He always feels sick when he leaves. Part of Buck is desperate for Eddie to ask him to stay, because Buck would. If Eddie so much as crooked his finger, Buck would be back in that bed, in his arms without a second thought.
It is hard to walk out, leaving Eddie in warm sheets that smell like them, that are filthy with lube and cum but Buck still does it every single time.
Later, when Buck’s on his back with Tommy on top of him, he thinks about Eddie and feels sick. Buck can’t stop himself from comparing the two of them. Tommy’s cock is thicker but Eddie’s is longer. Eddie brushes Buck’s prostate with every thrust while Tommy has to work to get the angle right.
Buck’s biting his lip, half terrified that the wrong name is going to slip out as he cums. Tommy kisses him, hard and bruising before he spills into the condom and pulls out. He rolls onto his back, arm pressed against Buck’s. They stare at the ceiling and Tommy sighs. “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”
“I’ll get out of your hair, then,” Buck rolls out of the bed.
“That’s not-” Tommy cuts himself off.
Something is festering between them. Buck’s guilt and self-hatred forming a barrier that Tommy is unable to breach. Buck redresses quickly, he leans over to brush his mouth over Tommy’s, “I’ll see you later.”
Tommy grips Buck’s chin, keeping him close, eyes roving over his face. “Have a good rest of the night.” It feels pointed, an undercurrent in his tone that isn’t exactly free of accusation.
Nodding, Buck’s smile feels more like a grimace. He leaves and doesn’t even pretend he’s going home. Chris is still in Texas, Eddie will be home alone and Buck wants to feel that moustache against his lips, skin, cock.
Only Eddie isn’t too pleased to see him. “Back so soon?” He still stands aside and Buck enters the house. “Did you even wash him off?”
Buck’s head shakes, shamefully. “I just-” he swallows back guilt flavoured nausea. “Eddie.”
“Did he fuck you?” Eddie asks, stalking closer, pushing Buck to the bedroom.
With a nod, Buck feels hot as his hands work at his jeans, he gets them shoved to his knees before Eddie is forcing him to bend over, hands against the wall. They haven’t even made it inside the bedroom.
“Did he cum in you?” Eddie whispers, breath hot against Buck’s ear.
“No,” Buck whispers, “only- only you.”
Eddie’s cock breaches him with no warning and Buck shouts out in relief. “You’re still slick and open, a greedy little cock slut aren’t you, baby?”
Whining, Buck arches his back, pushing his hips closer to Eddie, it burns, there’s not enough lube but Buck needs this, “yes, yes.”
When Eddie calls him baby Buck gets a little bit more desperate because Tommy isn’t one for pet names, he just says Evan.
“Oh, baby,” Eddie croons, “you like my cock better don’t you?”
Humiliation has Buck crying out as Eddie doesn’t even move, just keeps his cock inside Buck filling places that Tommy hadn’t touched less than half an hour ago. “Please,” Buck begs, “please, please.”
“Are you this needy for him, baby?” Eddie growls, he digs his fingers into Buck’s hips and drags his mouth, scratchy moustache and all, across the back of Buck’s neck. “Do you beg for him to fuck you or is it just me?”
“Just you,” Buck whispers, tears well in his eyes and they sting as Eddie finally, finally, moves. “Eddie, please. You fuck me so good.”
Eddie’s teeth scrape along Buck’s spine, not hard enough to mark even though Buck wishes he would. He wants Eddie to mark him and claim him and own him but Eddie isn’t out. Insists that he’s straight even though he fucks Buck so beautifully.
They fell into this the day Chris left. As soon as that door had shut behind Helena, Eddie had been almost feral with rage and Buck had held him close and then they were kissing, rough and hard-edged more teeth than anything. Buck had ended up on his back on the floor, right there in the living room, with Eddie fucking into him fast and furious.
Afterwards, Eddie had slumped on top of Buck, and cried. Buck still isn’t sure if it was the sex or Chris leaving or both. “Lie with me,” Buck had murmured, holding Eddie to him.
And it hadn’t stopped. Buck kept going back, saying, “lie with me?” enough times that Eddie knew exactly when Buck wanted it, he didn’t need to keep asking. Buck had said once, early on, “don’t tell Tommy.”
Eddie had kissed him, hard and unforgiving.
Now, Buck’s in a tangle. He loves Eddie, the way Eddie makes him feel as his best friend and when he’s fucking into Buck without abandon. But he gets Tommy in a way he’ll never have Eddie, out, proud, and publicly.
But with Eddie’s hand on his cock, filling Buck with thrust after brutal thrust, Buck wishes he could have this forever. Hands clawing against the wall, loud moans pouring from his mouth, Buck can’t stop from repeating Eddie’s name over and over.
“That’s it,” Eddie gets a hand in Buck’s hair, tipping his head back. “Say my name, baby, tell me who you belong to. Who you come home to. Who fucking owns you.”
“Eddie!” Buck cums spilling over Eddie’s fist.
A few thrusts later and Eddie’s cumming inside Buck, coating his insides and fucking into the mess with his softening cock.
They’re still breathing heavily, Eddie plastered over Buck’s back, cock between Buck’s ass cheeks, cum dripping down his thighs and Buck’s arms shaking as he holds them up, when the knock on the door sounds. It’s more of a pounding than anything.
Buck feels Eddie ghost a kiss over his neck before he’s standing up. Rolling around, Buck presses his shoulders into the walls.. There’s cum on the floor and wall where Buck spurted, and Eddie’s licking his hand clean as he walks to the front door.
It opens, and when Buck hears, “I know he’s here,” he feels sick and cold and horrified. Guilt floods through him because Tommy knows exactly what Buck looks like after sex and Buck’s got his pants and underwear twisted at his knees, cock still wet and softening. Eddie’s cum is dripping down his thighs and Buck’s so sluggish after two orgasms that he can’t coordinate his body to move, to pull up his pants, to straighten his top, to do something with his hair.
“Can I come in?” Tommy asks, edge to his tone, almost resignation as if he knows exactly what he’s going to find.
Eddie shifts, shoulders tight and muscles bunching as he gets ready to move.
Re: FILL: Lie with me
(Anonymous) 2025-10-14 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Lie with me
(Anonymous) 2025-10-15 01:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Lie with me
(Anonymous) 2025-10-15 02:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Lie with me
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