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It’s the end of their shift, most of their team having filed out ages ago, but Buck has been lingering in the showers and he’s fucking frustrated. Buck’s been amped up ever since that call earlier where Eddie got strapped into a harness, the straps framing his thighs and dick perfectly, and all he wants to do is jerk off in peace.
But Eddie is still in the shower stall next to him, and Eddie won’t fucking leave.
He understands wanting the time to process after a twenty-four hour shift. Buck does most of his processing in the shower too (which is why he wanted to be in here for this in the first place), but Eddie is making it really difficult for Buck to justify why he’s been in the shower for so long and why his erection hasn’t gone down since Eddie walked into the stall next to him when the entire row had been empty. The wall dividers are high enough that he can’t see Eddie, but just knowing that his best friend is naked in the other stall is enough to set his dick on edge.
They had struck up a conversation at first, but they’ve fallen into silence since then. Buck is contemplating how much of a bad idea it would be if he just leaned against the tile and imagined Eddie pulling the curtain of his stall back, crowding Buck against the wall and sucking on his neck before pushing Buck to his knees. His dick jumps at the image of getting Eddie’s soft cock in his mouth and working it until it’s hard, and shit, maybe if he just wraps a hand around his own—
“Oh.”
Curse Buck and his inability to be quiet.
“Buck, you okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” Now that he’s got his hand on his dick he’s afraid to ease it off, worried he’ll make another noise, and he watches in slight horror as the sound of Eddie shuffling around in the shower stall makes the head fatter in his grasp. “Just—don’t worry about it. I’m good.”
“You’re not being very convincing,” Eddie says, and fuck, Buck needs to come up with a good excuse now. “Did you hurt yourself? Do you need me to come and check it out—”
“No!” Buck cuts him off a bit too quickly to sound normal, his hand tensing around his dick and making him let out a little squeak of surprise. The last thing he wants is for Eddie to see him like this, to have to see the confused and then hurt look in his eyes when Buck has to explain why he’s jerking off in the showers. That he’s jerking off because he can’t stop having downright filthy thoughts about his best friend, that he thinks about choking on his dick and taking it so hard it hurts to sit down and having him call Buck good boy for his troubles. Because as much as part of him wants Eddie to walk in and ravish him, he knows that logically, that would never happen in real life.
It’s quiet in the stall next to him for a moment, and Buck thinks maybe Eddie has dropped it and will leave Buck to fuck his fist in peace, but then Buck hears the water spray shift on the tile and Eddie speaks softly.
“Buck? Are you…” It’s like he doesn’t want to say it, and Buck doesn’t blame him—it’s fucking weird, isn’t it? To ask your best friend if he’s getting off three feet to your right? “Are you touching yourself?”
Leave it to Eddie to ask in such an antiquated, respectful way. Buck would have said something like Eddie are you jerking your dick and then given him a hard time about it, but Eddie sounds… contemplative. Interested.
“Um,” Buck replies eventually, his heated cheeks having nothing to do with the steam billowing around him. And he doesn’t have a good excuse, so... “Yeah.”
Buck hears Eddie swear under his breath, and his cock twitches in his tight grip. “I—Is that why you’ve been waiting in here for so long? Because you wanted me to leave so you could…”
“Yeah.” Buck lets out a shaky breath, and for some fucking reason, he starts to slowly pump his fist up and down on his cock. It feels good, it feels dirty, and he wants Eddie to keep talking to him so he can pretend for just a moment that it’s something more than it is. “Just… needed to let off some steam, you know?”
Eddie doesn’t say anything, and a strand of shame starts to curl in Buck’s gut. He’s always used sex as a way to process his emotions, whether it’s sex with others or with himself, and he wasn’t expecting Eddie to be a part of the many people who have shamed him for it. He’s just jerking off, it’s not like he’s going out for hook-ups every night like Buck 1.0, and he’s about to just give up on the whole thing and turn the water cold before walking out when Eddie clears his throat.
“Um. I was waiting for you to leave so I could do the same.”
And—oh, that mental image will haunt Buck for the rest of his life. Eddie in the stall next to him, keyed up and picking at his nails and running his hands through his hair just waiting for Buck to be done so he could fuck his fist nice and rough (because Buck refuses to believe Eddie ever takes his time), and Buck wonders if Eddie is hard right now too.
Buck can’t keep in the tiny moan that runs through him, and it echoes around the tile walls as he toys with the head of his cock. Yeah, he’s fully hard again, and he just catches Eddie’s sharp gasp from the other side of the divider as Buck makes another small noise.
Buck isn’t thinking rationally because of how worked up he is, how worked up he’s been since he saw Eddie in the fucking harness, and that’s what he decides to blame for what he says next. “We could just do it together.”
Eddie chokes. “What?”
Buck keeps pumping his hand on his dick. “It doesn’t—ah—have to be a thing, Eddie.” It’s a total lie because whatever they do will mean something to Buck, but right now, the man he loves and wants so badly he would do anything to have is naked and aroused and wants to come, and he wants all of those things three feet away from Buck, and Buck is only human. “We’re just both letting off steam from a hard day before we go home. You can—it won’t be weird.”
“Won’t it?” Eddie replies, but his voice is wobbly and Buck hopes it’s because his big hand is wrapped around his own cock. “Buck, I don’t—”
“Eddie,” Buck says, and he means it as a chide but it comes out more like a groan. He hears Eddie swallow back a noise and then hears a small thump, but he’s too into the way he’s touching himself to ask what happened. He has one hand on his cock and one hand rolling his balls, pressing up behind them every few strokes, and god it feels so good. “Just do it, man, come on.”
“Fuck, okay. Okay.”
And—And Buck suddenly starts to hear shaky breaths and soft grunts, Eddie’s voice sounding closer now, and Buck would bet everything on the guess that Eddie is leaned up against the divider too, their backs only separated by a layer of tile. Buck wishes he could feel it, could feel Eddie’s skin against his as Eddie plays with his dick, but the image of them both jacking off here is enough to make Buck’s cock jump and weep in his hand. Every few seconds Eddie lets out a soft, breathy moan, and Buck whines in response to it, letting out little noises every time he touches himself just right.
“Are you always this noisy?” Eddie asks, his voice wobbly. Buck keens, his toes curling on the wet tile as he presses up behind his balls.
“Y–Yeah,” he whines. “Sorry, I can—I can stop.”
“No.” Eddie full-on growls, and a shiver runs down Buck’s spine. “No, I—I like it.”
“Oh.” Buck stops touching himself for a second, his hands stilling on his cock so he can strain his ears and listen. Under the sound of the dual spray and his own labored breathing, he can hear the slick sound of Eddie’s fist working over his dick, fast and rough just like Buck thought it would be. Eddie must be less sensitive than he is, needs more stimulation to work himself over the edge, and Buck wants to get a hand around Eddie himself and figure out just how long it would take to make him come.
And because Buck never makes things easy on himself or anyone, he picks his own movements back up and asks, “What are you thinking about?”
Eddie lets out a strangled noise right as Buck scrapes his nail under the head of his cock and moans out loud, and he hears what he thinks is Eddie’s head thudding back against the tile.
“Who says I’m thinking about anything?”
Buck scoffs. “Everybody thinks about something.”
“I’m—Buck, why—”
“Just tell me.”
Eddie takes a deep breath, his exhale shaky. Never once do the slick noises stop, and heat runs through Buck because of it.
“Fine, I—I’m thinking about you.” There’s silence for a second because what the fuck? “Earlier, the rope rescue. You were in that harness, and I… Buck.”
And that’s it, Eddie moaning his name is the last straw as Buck starts jerking himself off faster, twisting his fist and squeezing on the downstroke and doing all of the things he knows will make him come. He reaches back to pet his fingers over his hole, whining and crying out as his fist flies over his cock, and when he finally comes, it’s with Eddie’s name on his lips.
He watches his come get washed down the drain in a daze, and only Eddie’s pained Buck breaks him out of it enough to hear Eddie come on the other side of the divider, and Buck wishes he could see it. Wishes he was standing in front of Eddie so he could have gotten Eddie’s come on him, marked, claimed.
Buck lays there taking deep, shuddering breaths as he listens to Eddie do the same, his legs and arms feeling like jelly in the satisfying way they only do after a really good orgasm. Part of him can’t believe that even happened, especially in the shower stalls where they work. He lets out a breathy laugh at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
Buck grins, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling. “Can’t believe we just did that at work.”
“The part where we jerked off together?” Eddie snorts, his voice deep and satisfied. Buck could get addicted to the way Eddie sounds like this. “Or the part where I tell you I’m in love with you?”
“You—” Buck chokes, and if they weren’t both naked and dripping wet and sated, he would be busting into Eddie’s shower stall this instant to kiss him. For some reason, they always end up having these conversations at a distance. “You’re in love with me?”
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes out, and Buck wants to shake him by the shoulders and scream how long? Why now? But he doesn’t have to scream because like always, Eddie reads his mind. “For a while now, actually. I didn’t want you to—I didn’t want this to be another thing we just pretend never happened, or turn into some weird friends with benefits arrangement. I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, well,” Buck sighs. Now or never. “Me neither. That’s not what I want with you.”
They lay there in the showers catching their breath after everything, and Buck can’t see Eddie, but he knows that Eddie is grinning like an idiot. Their conversation about this isn’t over, but for now, they can exist in this weird space together before going out and facing everything else.