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Eddie isn’t really one for bars; listen, he’s pushing forty, most beer nowadays tastes like piss and bad dreams, and he’s too tired from working at the firehouse—and now at the academy as a temporary instructor—to be loitering around a bar. He’d rather be at home eating his Abuela’s home-cooked meals, or whatever he whips up, as Abuela has finally whipped his ass into shape, along with his old captain, Bobby, and made him a half-decent chef. Chris even enjoys his food nowadays, which is a big plus.
All in all, Eddie Diaz isn’t a bar guy. Maybe in his late twenties, he was; he’d enjoy going out with his team after a hard shift and crack jokes over a beer or two and greasy fries and onion rings before heading home, but Eddie is long past his glory days. He has salt in his brown locks, and he would have it in his beard if he stopped it every morning. Occasionally, he’ll let his moustache grow, but nowadays it always looks like a mutated caterpillar, and less like a trim moustache.
Despite that, Eddie is sitting in a hook and ladder bar with a sweating beer bottle in his hand, and a half-empty basket of onion rings cooling on the small space he’s taking up at the bar. He knows he should head home, as everyone he went out with did, but he’s lingering. Eddie isn’t quite sure why, and debates leaving the half-empty beer bottle on the countertop, slapping down a twenty, and leaving.
Instead, he stays rooted to the somewhat uncomfortable bar stool, back to the bartop, and eyes scanning the bustling crowd. It’s late on a Saturday evening, and a perfect time to loiter around a bar, have a couple of drinks, and catch whatever late-night game is going on. Though what’s playing on the TVs overhead is a WWE fight that’s getting a little bloody. Eddie doesn’t have any interest in violence, so he keeps his eyes on the crowd and who is stumbling in and out of the entrance. He already did his own stint in that kind of thing when he was young, dumb, and found his way into an underground fighting ring.
Good times.
Not.
Eddie takes another swig of his beer, which makes him crinkle his nose in disgust, and he debates abandoning the bottle outright, but keeps the sweating glass in his hand. The condensation is nice and cold against his calloused palms; war-worn from his time in the army and his decade-plus of firefighting. His eyes sweep over the bar again, seeing faces he recognizes—Thompson from the 127, Juarez from the 106, and a few other faces he’s met at scenes during his time as a firefighter. He’s not surprised to see them there, but a face in the crowd that Eddie recognizes does surprise him.
Evan call me Buck Buckley. The kid—because he is a kid, just six months past his eighteenth birthday and two months into the academy—is weaving through the strong crowd with the confidence of someone who shouldn’t be here, but got in here anyway. Somehow. Probably a fake ID, if Eddie had to guess. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sure why an eighteen-year-old would have a fake ID, but Eddie would be lying. He’s seen his fair share of stupid, underage, intoxicated kids who got in over their heads and end up passing out and hurting themselves.
Still, seeing an academy student here makes Eddie raise an eyebrow and slip off the barstool he’s been taking up for the past hour or so. It helps to stretch his legs and finally get feeling back into his numb ass as he abandons the beer and cold onion rings with a twenty-dollar bill tucked under the basket. Eddie doesn’t exactly care for people destroying their image, but Eddie knows Buck is a good kid, and an even higher prospect firefighter; he’s got a heart of gold, and scores that’d make any captain salivate. If Eddie can get this kid out of the bar before anyone else sees him and rats him out—unless Eddie does it first—then Eddie can forget about this, confiscate that stupid fake ID, and set this heart of gold kid back onto the righteous path.
Eddie weaves through the crowds with coordinated movements, all while watching Buck skirt around, dodging people, and finally showing a little bit of his age with how absolutely lost he looks. His wide blue eyes are scanning the crowd that he’s got at least a head of height on, and he’s eyeing the bar like it owes him money, or something. Maybe some cheap beer and cheese curds.
It doesn’t take long to get to Buck and sling an arm around broadening shoulders. Buck startles, eyes wide at the sudden contact, and they only get even wider when Buck realizes who is by his side. “C-Ca- u-uh, I…Instru- Di-a—“ Buck stammers, those blue eyes looking at Eddie with dawning horror, and a flush of shame and embarrassment making the highs of his cheeks and the tips of his ears go ruddy under the low, yellow lights of the bar.
“Outside, Buckley. Now,” Eddie states, using his best you’ve fucked up voice. Is it a mix of dad voice and instructor voice? Yes, yes, it is; it is Eddie’s most powerful weapon. And it works, because Buck turns on his heel and allows Eddie to march him forward with a guiding hand right between his shoulder blades. Nobody pays them any mind, even though Buck looks like he’s marching to the gallows. Which might not be too far off with the hard look Eddie knows is set on his face as he pushes Buck toward a back exit that leads into an alleyway.
Buck pushes open the exit door and holds it open to Eddie, his eyes looking anywhere but his face as he nibbles on his bottom lip and shifts from foot to foot. He looks guilty, and more and more like a kicked puppy as Eddie takes a spot on the brick wall and leans on it, letting the jittery blond stir in his guilt. He knows Buck will crack without Eddie needing to do anything but just stare at him and let his resolve crack all on its own. He doesn’t think Buck is a good liar, but he doesn’t know the kid all that well, considering Eddie has only been a temporary instructor at the academy for about a week now.
However, Buck surprises him and stays defiantly silent. He doesn’t look at Eddie, but his shoulders are drawn into a resolute line, and he’s looking a little less like he’s about to crack as the silence hangs between them. Eddie lets the silence hang for another minute before he opens his mouth and speaks.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t rat you out to the academy, Buckley? Possessing a fake ID is at best a misdemeanor, at worst, a felony. You should know better, especially when going into our line of work.” Eddie drawls, using his best you’ve done wrong voice as he stares down the blond whose eyes are seemingly stuck to the concrete. “So, go on, tell me why I shouldn’t call up the higher-ups and tell them I just caught one of their recruits with a fake ID that got him into a bar. Somewhere you shouldn’t even be breathing near for another three years?” Buck puffs out a breath, sounding as petulant as he probably meant.
Finally, Buck looks at him, and his lips are screwed into a fat pout, and his blue eyes are half-lidded. Underneath the neon signs of the bar and neighboring businesses that paint the desolate alleyway in shades of blue, red, and yellow, Buck’s blue eyes seem almost iridescent with the neon signs illuminating them. Eddie looks at Buck, waiting for the answer to his question, an eyebrow slowly crawling to his hairline. Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and watches Buck’s eyes flick to Eddie, to the brick wall he’s leaning against, and to the entrance of the alleyway about twenty feet away. For a moment, Eddie thinks Buck is going to bolt it, and Eddie really doesn’t want to go chasing after the kid. He’s had a hell of a day and wanted to unwind for a bit before going home and collapsing.
Instead of bolting, Buck turns to face him fully, those wide, blue eyes framed with thick lashes gazing at Eddie head-on. Eddie raises his other brow, pulls his hand out of his folded arms, and makes a go on motion with it before tucking it back against his chest. The blond nibbles on his bottom lip again, worrying it between pearly canines before he takes a step forward. Buck stalls for a moment, the hitch of his breath barely audible under the distant bass of the music from other bars and the muffled chatter within the bar they just exited. Eddie can see the way Buck is steeling himself for something, brows furrowing, and lips pulling into a thin line before he takes the second step toward Eddie.
Now, Eddie has absolutely no idea why Buck feels the need to get close. He’s honestly hoping the kid doesn’t fucking swing at him, because Eddie has no time for a fight, and his fighting days are well behind him. Long gone.
Doesn’t mean he won’t lay the twerp out.
Eddie braces himself subtly, watching Buck blink slowly as he gets closer until the toe boxes of their shoes are touching. Buck is leaning back a bit to put a little space between their chests, and, suddenly, he’s batting thick lashes at Eddie. Buck’s lips are pulled into a subtle pout-smirk as Eddie watches him with guarded interest and confusion. “I can give you a few,” Buck murmurs, his voice low and soft. It makes the hair on Eddie’s nape stand, and his spine straightens slightly, ready to push off the wall. However, before he can, Buck is crouching before him and nuzzling the crease of his hip with his nose.
Eddie’s breath catches.
Dios. Dios fucking mio, what the hell? This- Eddie has no words for this; he’s completely and utterly lost. Buck, apparently, takes his silence for the go-ahead, and his plush lips graze softly over his clothed, soft bulge. He can feel Buck’s hot breath through his jeans, and Eddie shudders; he doesn’t mean to, but, christ, he hasn’t had a partner in years.
Sue him and his body for getting with the program before his mind can remind him this kid is eighteen!
“Bu-Buckley,” Eddie rasps, his arms unfolding. He presses one hand into the brick wall, feeling the gritty texture snag the callouses on his palm, and the other reaches out to press against Buck’s shoulders, set on shoving him away. Before he can, Buck nuzzles against his bulge again and looks up at him through thick lashes, luminescent blue eyes pinning Eddie to the wall.
Eddie’s dick twitches, and the edges of Buck’s cocked-open mouth drag into an open-mouthed smirk. “You know,” Buck speaks, his voice a sultry murmur against Eddie’s clothed cock. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I came into class and saw this hot, sharp-gazed instructor. Honestly, I wanted you to pin me to my desk and fuck me right there while you went through what to do during a flashover,” Buck says, and licks at Eddie’s twitching cock through his jeans with a lightning-quick tongue. Eddie groans, the images popping into his head before he can stop himself. Fuck, what would Buck look like draped over a desk, ass popped out to let Eddie fuck it?
Dios mio, Diaz, get it together!
Honestly, does… he want to get it together? Eddie’s always had a strong libido, and being single for years has left him wanting; his fist and the four fleshlights he’s broken can only do so much. Buck is legal—barely—, eager, and clearly willing. Why deny him?
Eddie blows out a breath and transfers the hand he has on Buck’s shoulder to the blond’s hair. He tangles his fingers in thick, beach blond curls and listens to Buck’s groan of delight. It vibrates against his cock, too, and Eddie chubs up further in his jeans as he stares down at this blue-eyed temptress between his legs, who is still nuzzling and licking at Eddie’s bulge through his pants. Buck’s eyes flutter as he takes in a big breath and blows it out with a little mewled moan as Eddie tightens the grip he has on blond curls.
“Get to it, Buckley,” Eddie rasps, the order clear in his voice, “Aren’t you supposed to be giving me a reason not to call the higher-ups?” Buck moans a little louder, his head bobbling eagerly, and his hands slide up Eddie’s toned thighs, and stall there to grope the obvious muscle. Buck shudders, his breath is hot and heavy against Eddie’s jeans, blunt fingernails trailing over the fabric of his pants before they climb further and quickly undo Eddie’s belt, button, and zipper. “Mierda,” Eddie groans as he lets his head fall back against the brick, feeling it dig against his skull.
“Fuck,” Buck moans, voice already hoarse, and eyes almost twinkling as he gropes Eddie through his thin black boxers. “Knew you’d be big, fuck.” Buck licks his lips, eyes wide with excitement, and Eddie huffs a laugh through his nose.
“I’ve been at the academy a week, Buckley, and you’ve already been thinking about me that much?” Eddie quips, watching that ruddy blush swallow up Buck’s cheeks under the neon lights. “Didn’t know I had a whore in my class.”
Buck shudders, and his lips draw into a pout, but he looks absolutely elated at the degradation. “Couldn’t help it,” Buck mumbles, and his fingers quickly crawl their way between Eddie’s warm skin and the waistband of his boxers. They stall there, and Buck’s thumb draws slow, languid shapes in Eddie’s skin, as if he’s soaking up the feel and warmth of Eddie. It makes Eddie shudder slightly as he gazes down at Buck, whose lust is coloring his face and swimming in his blown-wide pupils.
“I mean, have you seen the pants you wear? It doesn’t really leave a lot to the imagination,” Buck huffs, and finally begins wiggling the front panel of his boxers down. It’s a bit of work, but Eddie lets Buck struggle, happy to lean back and watch Buck’s concentrated face come out to play. His blond brows have pulled into a slight furrow, determination is now swimming with the lust in his eyes, and the tip of his pink tongue pops out of the corner of his mouth as he manages to slip the waistband of his boxers down under his balls.
It lets Eddie’s cock free, the heavy shaft falling out of the opening of his pants, and roughly smacking against Buck’s nose. Buck’s face pinches in a flinch, thick lashes fluttering as his eyes squeeze shut, and a whine leaves his mouth. A dollop of precum blurts out to ooze down the side of Buck’s nose, and Eddie follows the slow-slithering droplet. Honestly, his cock looks good on Buck’s face, and he’s sure the blond would look even better with his cheeks dripping with Eddie’s cum, and his birthmark painted in it.
Finally, Buck opens his eyes and uses his hand to grasp his thick shaft before pulling it away from his face to gaze at it. Under this light, everything looks like shades of blue and purple with a little yellow splashing across the concrete floor, but in normal light, Buck would see his veiny, tanned shaft and dripping mauve cockhead. He’s half hard and dripping, and Buck licks his lips and gulps audibly, nothing but greed in those big blue eyes. “Well?” Eddie drawls and taps his foot against the ground after a moment of Buck thumbing the underside of his cock and watching precum crawl down his shaft, wetting it and Buck’s loose fist. “Get to convincing, Buckley.”
“Y-Yessir,” Buck slurs, and licks his lips. Carefully, Buck leans forward, opens his mouth, and lets Eddie’s precum-slick cockhead sit on his tongue. The heat is immediate, and Eddie twitches in Buck’s loose fist, shaft hardening as Buck moans something soft and breathless. Slowly, Buck licks up his cockhead and dips his tongue into his urethra for a moment, chasing the taste of his precum before swallowing down the first two inches of his cock. Buck moans around his cock, wide blue eyes falling to rest half-mast as Buck bobs his head back and forth, letting Eddie’s cock slide back and forth on his wet, warm tongue.
“Diiioooss,” Eddie rasps, thighs tensing as he breathes in and out harshly, a groan leaving his mouth along with a harsh exhale. He hasn’t had his dick sucked in years, and feeling those plush, pouty lips envelop his cock and that hot throat take him deeper with each bobble of Buck’s head. Buck’s throat is tight, warm, and if Eddie isn’t careful, addictive. The way Buck takes him inch by inch without gagging is impressive and intoxicating. Eddie swallows thickly as Buck swallows around his cock, that tight throat getting even tighter. It makes Eddie’s hips jump, and his teeth gnash as his cockhead bumps against the back of Buck’s throat.
Buck pulls back with a gurgle, and his throat clicks wetly. A line of spit between Buck’s lips and his cockhead shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it is. Buck pants wetly, fingers encircling the root of Eddie’s cock loosely, more holding than squeezing. “S’big,” Buck slurs, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, breaking the line of spit between them in the process. “I-ah, d-don’t have a gag reflex,” Buck hiccups and licks his lips again before kitten licking the head of Eddie’s cock. “Can I c-convince you not to tell on me if I let you fuck my face?” Buck asks, batting his lashes up at him. He’d look like the pinnacle of innocence if he weren’t crouched between Eddie’s splayed feet, and his lips weren’t puffy and wet with a mix of saliva and Eddie’s precum.
“Maybe,” Eddie hums and adjusts the hold he has on Buck’s hair; he moves his hand from the crown of Buck’s head to the curve of his skull, deft fingers coiling blond ringlets around them, and cupping the back of Buck’s skull. “Might need a little more convincing, but maybe if you do a good job, I could be persuaded.”
Buck lets out a moan that sounds like that’s so hot, but his words are gargled and lost around Eddie’s shaft as he leans in and takes half of Eddie’s cock in his mouth in one fell swoop. Eddie’s abdomen clenches, and his stomach sweeps, arousal churning in his gut like molten lava breaking through the top layer of cooled lava. He feels red-hot and eager in a way he hasn’t felt since he was, fuck, eighteen himself.
Eddie doesn’t dwell on that thought, instead taking the chance to bring his other hand away from the brick wall. He stops himself from putting it directly in Buck’s hair and takes a moment to wipe it off on the side of his jeans before tangling it in Buck’s coiled curls. Buck hums softly, happy to sit there with Eddie’s cock half-buried in his mouth, his lidded eyes fluttering as wet puffs of air coming out of his nose fan against Eddie’s abdomen and the dark thatch of pubes around his cock. Eddie hums softly and debates asking Buck if he’s ready, but the minx is here to convince him, and Eddie thinks he looks ready enough. So, Eddie grasps the back of Buck’s skull, pulls him forward by it, and pushes his hips into Buck’s mouth, burying his cock deep in that spasming throat.
Buck gurgles, his throat clicking hard around the sudden intrusion. Eddie is expecting him to panic, but Buck seems to melt against Eddie’s abdomen, desperate puffs of warm air coming out of Buck’s nose. Buck moans as Eddie holds him against his abdomen, keeping his cock buried in that tight, clicking throat, and Buck seems happy to let him. He isn’t struggling, but he does have one hand clinging to the fabric of Eddie’s jeans in a grounding, white-knuckled grasp.
Slowly, Eddie draws Buck back and watches saliva pool around the edges of his cock and spill down Buck’s chin, making a mess of the blond. It’s messy, and Eddie only draws his cock out halfway before he’s snapping his hips forward and burying it in the tight, welcoming channel before him. Eddie groans softly, feeling the fans of arousal roar and grow hotter with each calculated snap of his hips and wet, muffled gurgle that Buck lets out.
“Fucking hell,” Eddie growls as he finds a rhythm that drives him crazy. He feels like he’s melting, a bar of chocolate left under the direct sun, with each thrust. Buck takes him perfectly, looking dizzy and happy to be between Eddie’s legs, taking his cock deep in his whore throat. God, the kid doesn’t even have a fucking gag reflex; he’s a goddamn born whore, fresh out of the factory, and Eddie is going to ruin him.
Eddie grits his teeth and licks the back of them, his jaw working, and his eyes fluttering. He can’t take his eyes off of Buck, raptly watching his cock disappear and reappear past those plush, stretched-wide lips. Eddie isn’t exactly thin; he’s thick in every way that matters, and long, too. He isn’t too big to be overexaggerated and painful, but his cock makes the stretch burn beautifully, or so he’s been told.
“Like that, huh?” Eddie mumbles as the muted wet sounds of his cock fucking in and out of Buck’s mouth are overshadowed by the bass of the bars. Thank god for that, and the sound of someone winning the WWE match, because raucous cheering explodes from the hook and ladder bar. “Bet you were willing to let anyone do this to you, huh?” Eddie hisses as his cock hilts deep, relishing in the feeling of Buck’s tongue spasming under it.
Buck swallows thickly, a weak moan vibrating around Eddie’s cock. He’s not sure if it’s an answer or not, but he already has it: Buck would’ve let anyone do this to him. Eddie is just the lucky one who got here before anyone else.
Gritting his teeth, Eddie pulls Buck off his cock, much to the plaintive whines of the blond, and the look of dizzy confusion. Eddie waits for Buck to suck in much-needed gulps of air, spittle and precum dripping down his chin. The teenager looks messy, and Eddie wants to devour him. “I think there’s a little more convincing to be done here, Buckley,” Eddie states. Eddie keeps one hand on the back of Buck’s head to keep him from falling backward, and the other cups the blond’s jaw. He digs his thumb into the bolt of Buck’s jaw and feels it flex under his massaging digit. “Stand up for me. I think fucking you and watching my cum drip out of your ass will keep that phone call from happening.” Buck shudders at the words, a mewl leaving his fucked-raw throat.
Buck holds a hand out, and Eddie grabs it and hauls the blond to his feet. Buck isn’t all that heavy, but he is tall. He’s the same height as Eddie, but Eddie has a feeling Buck isn’t quite done growing yet. When he entered the academy two months ago, according to his file, he was five-foot-eleven, so an inch shorter than Eddie. But now they’re completely level with one another. Even with the same height, Eddie has a lot more muscle mass than Buck does; he’s still lithe and packing on those life-saving muscles, but Eddie outperforms him by muscle mass and years of being in this job compared to two months in the academy.
Buck staggers on his feet and tips forward until their chests are pressing together, and Eddie can feel Buck’s rabbity-quick heartbeat against his pec, and Buck’s stuttering, hiccupy breaths that puff warmly against his shoulder. Eddie can also feel Buck’s hard cock pressing against the crook of his hip, while his is pressed against Buck’s jean-clad thigh. Eddie hums softly and swings an arm around Buck’s waist to keep him steady and close, enjoying the feeling of another body against him in an intimate way; Buck seems to enjoy it, too, because his fingers cling to the fabric of Eddie’s shirt, and the blond hooks his chin on Eddie’s shoulder as he works Buck’s button and zipper open.
Once he has Buck’s jeans open, he skims a knuckle up and down Buck’s obvious tent, and relishes the way Buck’s cock jumps under the sudden stimulation. “D-Dia-az,” Buck hiccups. His fingers are trembling where they’re bunched in the fabric of his shift, fisting handfuls of it, and pressing closer. He’s sensitive, and absolutely soaking through his boxers. Eddie grins into the empty air as he keeps stroking his knuckle up and down the twitching tent, not going further; he’d palm Buck and feel the weight of the blond’s cock, but he doesn’t care to. This is about convincing Eddie, not getting Buck off too quickly.
“Eddie,” Eddie says. “I think you’ve been good enough to call me by my first name, don’t you think?” Eddie hums and feels Buck’s hips twitch and rock forward, grinding aimlessly against Eddie’s knuckle. He’s like an eager pup and shows his age: barely out of puberty, an eager—legal—teenage puppy.
Buck pants wetly against his neck, moans, and little mewls, leaving his puffy lips. Eddie can feel his shoulder getting wet from all the drool and overwhelmed tears that he can see falling from the corner of his eyes. “Ed-Eddie,” Buck sighs it like a prayer; like Eddie’s name is gospel. It makes Eddie feel needlessly powerful, and his cock twitches against Buck’s thigh, as eager as the blond, but he’s hiding it a bit better—he’s gotten better with age, but Buck is still wide-eyed, bushy-tailed, and fresh.
Eddie wants to ruin him.
“Yeah,” Eddie groans, “Just like that.” Eddie allows him another minute or so of rubbing against Buck’s cock, but abandons it to find the real prize: that plush, pert butt. Buck’s developing life-saving muscles at the academy, and that includes a lot of squats, and they’re doing a wonder for that ass. Eddie sticks his hand in the back of Buck’s pants and wiggles his hand under the waistband of Buck’s boxers to grab a handful of it. It’s plush and firm in Eddie’s hand as he gropes it, sinking his fingers into it.
Eddie takes a minute to greedily grope Buck’s ass and relishes in the soft, puffy moans that the blond lets out. He enjoys the feeling of Buck’s ass molding to his groping fingers, the flesh dimpling and filling out Eddie’s big hands. Eddie won’t deny the fact that he’s a bit of an ass man; honestly, with Eddie’s libido, he’s an everything man.
Well, that’s only after he realized he was gay, but Eddie was always a bit of an ass man; maybe he should’ve taken the hint of what that meant.
Eddie pushes his other hand into Buck’s stretched-open waistband to take another handful of the other, neglected asscheek, and his wandering fingers brush something. It makes Eddie blink and pause his groping ministrations. The thing his knuckle brushes is warm and solid to the touch, and Eddie tentatively reaches out a finger and pokes whatever it is. The reaction is immediate: Buck’s moan—loud, keened, and wanton—is muffled in Eddie’s shoulder, and the teenager shudders. Eddie blinks and gains a little confidence to encircle whatever this thing is with his fingers and press against the base that’s nestled between Buck’s asscheeks.
Buck’s knees knock against Eddie’s, a sobbed sound of pure pleasure vibrating through Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie’s breath catches. “Mierda,” Eddie rasps as he realizes what his fingers are holding. “Dios, you really are a fucking whore, aren’t you, Buckley? You prepped and plugged yourself up… fucking christ,” Eddie groans as Buck moans a little sob of pleasure, teeth biting the seam running along the shoulder of Eddie’s shirt. The wet fabric only gets wetter between Buck’s chattering teeth, the teen’s hips pushing back to rut against Eddie’s probing fingers that press the plug deeper. “Swaggered in here all ready to be bent over the nearest surface and fucked, huh? That goddamn desperate?”
“Y-Yeah,” Buck mewls, his teeth scraping against Eddie’s skin as he speaks. It makes the arousal that’s thick and heavy in his core only hotter. “Wan’… Wanted it… opened myself up with three fingers ‘n slid the plug in there. Had to pull over twice ‘c-cause I couldn’t stop grinding against it while I was drivin’ here,” Buck stammers, his voice dripping with lust and heat. Between stuttered words, he’s nibbling on Eddie’s shoulder through his drool-soaked shirt, airy moans leaving his mouth.
“Desperate slut… could barely keep it together before you even got here,” Eddie huffs, and holds his tongue on lecturing Buck about driving safely; he thinks a lecture right now would kill the mood. Instead, Eddie pushes Buck’s pants down until they’re resting under his ass, and those pert, pale asscheeks are exposed to the warm night air. Buck’s cock also springs free, and the erect length smushes against Eddie’s hipbone. Eddie can’t see it from the way they’re pressed together, but if Eddie had to guess, the shaft would be as pale as Buck is, and the tip would be as pink as those damn cock-sucking lips. It’s warm out, and even warmer between their pressed-together bodies. Eddie grasps the base of the plug and pulls it out slowly; he listens to the way Buck’s voice cracks as he lets out desperate little moans and stuttered sounds shaped like Eddie’s name.
Eddie doesn’t pull the plug out fully and pushes it back in before working it out in short thrusts. The slick sounds of the plug fucking in and out of Buck’s messy, prepped hole is something Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever forget—he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the way Buck sobs and moans his name like it’s gospel; sweet words and sweeter whines leaving his throat to resonate against Eddie’s shoulder.
“I wonder, if I hadn’t intercepted you, would you have let someone else fuck you in the bar? Shove you up against a dingy bathroom stall and pound your desperate hole? Or maybe you’d get to their car and ride them there… maybe not,” Eddie muses, listening to Buck’s moans as he fucks the plug in and out of Buck’s ass, enjoying the squelch of the movements and Buck’s mewls. “Have your first dirty fuck in a bar bathroom or in the back seat of some guy’s car because you’re that desperate?”
Buck gurgles a desperate sound, hips chasing the plug, and pushing forward to rut against Eddie’s hipbone. It’s like his stupid slut mind can’t make up its mind to grind against the plug, or Eddie. He seems to choose both and enters a desperate buck and grind, messy, precum slick cock rutting against the coarse fabric of Eddie’s jeans, and ass jutting out to chase the lazy thrusts of the plug in and out of his slut hole.
Eddie is glad he wore dark jeans tonight, because if he wore light ones, he’d be fucked. With the way Buck is rutting against him, and the slick patch he can feel against his hipbone—christ, the kid is like a damn firehose with how much precum he’s leaking—Eddie would not like to be questioned about the mysterious stains on his jeans. He’s glad he ditched the lightwash jeans he was almost going to wear tonight, for his darkwash—almost black—ones. They’re a little baggier and have a nicer stretch than his lightwash ones, and with the day he had, he didn’t want his sore legs to be strangled by jean fabric.
“Y’k-keep calling me desperate, so why don’t you fuck me already?” Buck moans, his voice breathless and hitching as Eddie drives the plug back into him. The wet sounds of the plug working in and out echo slightly in the alleyway, but Eddie isn’t worried about being found out.
Mostly.
“Oh, he gets lippy,” Eddie drawls, and lets a grin crawl over his lips. “But, here’s the big question: do you deserve to be fucked? Convince me here, Buckley.” Buck whines something high and needy, sinking his teeth into Eddie’s shoulder. The pricks of pain aren’t uncomfortable, so Eddie lets it slide.
He isn’t sure if Buck is biting him to bite him, ground himself, or just to be a little brat—it could be one of those, all of them, or none of those options. Eddie doesn’t know, and doesn’t care to. As he lets Buck gather his thoughts through the fog of arousal, Eddie continues to fuck the plug in and out of Buck’s eager hole. Regardless of whatever argument Buck will make to get Eddie to finally fuck him, Eddie will be fucking him one way or another—compelling argument or not.
He’s a weak man, and being the object of someone’s desires has always been Eddie’s kryptonite. If Buck wants him to fuck him, Eddie will; he’s nice like that.
Buck whines and unlatches from Eddie’s shoulder, teeth grazing his skin as he pants wetly, ass still cocked out to give Eddie the best angle to drive the plug right into his prostate, and relishes those shuddery mewls. “E-Eddie… please,” Buck starts, his throat clicking around his rough swallow as he nuzzles his nose against Eddie’s neck. He drags his nose and plush, slick lips up the column of Eddie’s throat and presses an open-mouthed, all-teeth kiss against Eddie’s pulse point.
“Wanna feel you inside me… breaking me open,” Buck murmurs, and moans against the bolt of his jaw. “Filling me with your cum, too… letting it drip out of my hole and then keeping it in there with the plug. Wanna feel you for days, Eddie,” Buck mewls, and shivers. He rubs his cock against Eddie’s hipbone for a moment, his precum-slick head rutting against the wet patch of Eddie’s jeans. “Please?” Buck pleads and pulls his head away from Eddie’s neck to stare at him with big, wet puppy dog eyes. His lashes are batting, and they flutter with each soft moan that leaves Buck’s pouty mouth.
Eddie hums, pretending to mull it over as Buck bats big, wet eyes at him and mewls plaintively in the air they’re sharing, smelling of mint and bubblegum. He drags Buck a bit closer by the ass, keeping a firm hand on one asscheek while the other continues to work the plug in and out. He’s sure Buck’s asscheeks and inner thighs are wet and shiny from all the lube Eddie is fucking out of him with his ministrations, and Eddie wants Buck’s inner thighs to be painted with his cum, instead. “You make a compelling argument,” Eddie says as their noses brush, and Buck trembles against him. He’s looking at big blue eyes with an impassive stare, keeping a mask of professionalism on his face, but inside, he’s frothing at the damn mouth to get inside Buck.
Buck lights up and opens his mouth to speak, but Eddie shuts him up with a quick movement. He pushes off the wall, spins them around, and shoves Buck into the brick that’s still warm from his body heat. Buck grunts a choked-off sound as his back connects, eyes fluttering shut before they pop open to stare at Eddie with blatant lust. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing up blue irises, and he’s panting openly.
Eddie looks at Buck, one hand still on his asscheek, and the other holding the base of the plug. He keeps eye contact as he slowly works the plug out, watching every twitch of Buck’s face as it crumbles in pleasure, head rolling back to knock into the brick. Old spit is crusting on Buck’s long, exposed neck, making him look like a damn mess. Not fitting for a future firefighter, but fitting for a whore. “Ed-Eddie,” Buck mewls, his fingers leaving the bunched-up fistfuls of Eddie’s shirt to splay on his shoulders; Buck sinks blunt fingernails into his shoulders, and Eddie knows there will be marks there by morning. “Fu- do-don’t tease,” Buck moans, shameless and eager as Eddie works the plug out, in, in, and out again.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Eddie drawls, and pulls the plug out in two steady motions; he’d rip it out, but Eddie doesn’t want to actually hurt Buck. Plus, he’s seen the things sex toys do to people’s bodies; he’s erring on the side of caution right now. Buck yelps a moan as the plug finally pops free, and Eddie pulls it around to gaze at it; it’s shiny, decently-sized, and thick. Not anywhere as thick as Eddie is, so the stretch will be hot and burning, but it’s good enough prep. Eddie gazes at the plug impassively before shoving it into Buck’s front pocket. Buck’s nose scrunches a bit, but it smoothes out as Eddie leans down and to the side slightly to grab one of Buck’s legs by the back of the knee and hikes it up. He shoves Buck against the wall as the blond finds his balance on one foot; he keeps a strong, iron grip on Buck’s knee as he curves it around his hip.
It’s not the best position, and Eddie should’ve turned the kid to where he’s facing the wall and popping his ass out for Eddie to fuck, but Eddie wants to see the way Buck’s face crumbles in pleasure when Eddie fucks him. Buck’s pants are in the way, and he clicks his tongue against the top of his mouth. “Lean back against the wall,” Eddie gruffs, and waits for Buck to sink his fingers into the little divots in the brick as he leans back against it and steadies himself. Eddie hums and extracts his hand from Buck’s ass to use it to grab at Buck’s ratty sneaker. They’re clearly old converses because the sole is coming away from the shoe in the middle, and it’s clear they’ve seen better days. Like when they were in the box. He tugs the laces loose enough for Eddie to tug Buck’s shoe off, and he lets it drop without seeing where it goes. He doesn’t think it’s going to roll that far, so he doesn’t pay any mind to it.
Then, Eddie works Buck’s jeans over his sock—he’s leaving the sock on because these alleyway floors are fucking disgusting, and he doesn’t really want Buck standing in that—and wiggles the leg of the pants down over Buck’s foot until they’re all the way off, and Buck’s fully nude leg is curling around Eddie’s hip again. It gives him much better access to Buck’s body as the jeans slide to mid-thigh on Buck’s other leg, hanging limply.
Now that Buck’s jeans are out of the way, it lets him seem everything.
It lets him see Buck’s long, dripping cock that droops heavily between Buck’s thighs; he’s slim but long, and the tip of his cock is drooling so much precum Eddie really does feel like the blond is a goddamn firehose. “A little firehose, huh?” Eddie snickers to himself and takes Buck’s cock in his hand. He gives the wet shaft a few rough tugs and knows how good his hand feels around Buck’s hand; he’s cum more times than he can remember at just the feeling of his textured, war-worn palms sliding over his slick shaft, the friction addictive and gritty in the best way.
Buck chokes out a moan, hands digging deeper into the brick wall, little moans leaving his cocked open mouth. His eyes have fallen half-lidded, and there’s a small river of drool working down his messy chin and collecting at the underside of his jaw. He looks absolutely debauched, and Eddie loves it. If he could, he’d take a damn picture of the blond, and cement that blissed-out face in his private camera roll. “Ed-Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” Buck chants, teeth clacking together from the way his jaw clatters together from overwhelmed shivers wracking the blond’s body.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie murmurs, and drops Buck’s cock, using the blond’s precum that’s covering his hand—seriously, the kid leaks precum like a leaky faucet—to slick up his own shaft. He makes slow, easy work of lubing his cock now that the spit and his own precum have gone tacky. “I know, baby, you’re so goddamn desperate for me to fuck you, you don’t even want me touching your cock. Cock slut,” Eddie quips, the dirty jab making Buck’s dripping cock twitch visibly. Eddie grins to himself and hikes Buck’s leg up a little higher. His hand is encircling his wet shaft, thumbing at the prominent vein running along the top of it, and trying not to drool at the little sparks of pleasure that crackle in his gut. “That’s all you are, huh? It’s a miracle you get good grades on your tests when all that bounces around that pretty head of yours is getting fucked by older men that happen to be your superiors, huh?”
Buck mewls something hot and airy, the sound putting porn stars to shame as the kid bobbles his head up and down in sloppy, desperate nods. “U-Uh-hhuh,” Buck chokes, his voice warbling in his throat as he gazes down the gap between their body to stare openly at Eddie’s cock that’s hard and dripping in Eddie’s loose fingers. “I-I cc-cockwarm a didlo, o-or have a plug in when I s-study,” Buck hiccups as Eddie shuffles forward slightly and lets his cockhead kiss that tight, lube-slick furl. “M-Makes me think better. R-R’m…member, too.”
“Slut,” Eddie huffs, his suspicions confirmed. Only a cock slut would need a dick or plug up their ass to make them clear-headed. “But that’s okay,” Eddie murmurs, and tips his head up to press their noses together. Eddie’s lips brush against Buck’s, and his words vibrate against a plush lower lip. “Even sluts can make it in life.”
Eddie pushes his hips forward and lets his cockhead breach a tight, quivering hole. It’s a slow push, and Eddie can feel how Buck’s hole opens for him beautifully, and the wrecked, breathless sounds that fall from Buck’s quivering lips. Buck’s face looks like a wreck, all facial muscles slackening, and he looks fucking drunk as Eddie’s cockhead slips in slowly, the stretch there, and the burn as bright and hot as a flashover. He already looks fucked stupid, and Eddie is barely inside of him.
It’s beautiful.
Even under the neon lights, Buck’s birthmark pops against his ruddy skin, and Eddie has the distinct urge to kiss or nip it. Moans vibrate against Eddie’s lips as Buck wiggles against the brick and tries to fuck down against his cockhead. It works, and shoves at least two inches inside that greedy hole, and Buck’s breathless moan of pure bliss makes Eddie huff and roll his eyes. “Tight,” Eddie groans, because, dios, Buck is tight. Once his cock is inside of Buck, he doesn’t need to keep his hand on his shaft to guide it, so he settles it on Buck’s hip.
“Me voy a ir al infierno por esto.” Eddie mumbles to himself, but focuses on working his cock in and out of that tight ass. He fucks the first few inches in and out slowly, and feels Buck open up around him; his walls are clenching tightly around Eddie, pulsing in unconscious spasms before he starts to relax. “That’s it… that’s it, dios, just relax for me. Breathe for me,” Eddie mumbles, and nips Buck’s bottom lip. It seems to reset Buck’s system, because his still chest rattles with a big inhale as he starts breathing again.
“Big,” Buck chokes, his moan soft and breathless. His face has taken on a darker red color from lack of oxygen and arousal, eyes firmly at half-mast. Little tears begin to well in Buck’s eyes; they catch the light of the neon signs like little crystalline kaleidoscopes, sending little facets of blue, purple, and yellow scattering all over the highs of his blushing cheeks. He looks otherworldly for a moment, and then he blinks slowly, sending the crystal tears skittering down his cheeks in hot, salty rivulets. “S-So fucking big, b-big’ger t-than I’ve ev’r ta-taken,” Buck’s tongue clicks against the top of his mouth, and his swallow is loud and rough.
“Voy a arruinarte para los demá,” Eddie rasps as he fucks in a little harder, sliding deeper. Buck gurgles weakly as Eddie works his cock in and out in slow, choppy snaps of his hips. The angle isn’t the best, they’re in a fucking alleyway, and Eddie should’ve never even entertained Buck’s reasons.
Even so, Eddie presses deeper slowly, breathing harshly through his nose, and letting out soft grunts as he does. Buck takes him beautifully, and Eddie is a little addicted to seeing his cock disappear into that tight, greedy hole that grips him like it doesn’t want him to leave. Eddie doesn’t want to leave either, honestly. He wants to stay nestled in this tight ass and dump as many loads as he can until his poor body says no more, you fiend!
“H-Holy s-sshit, there’s more?” Buck whimpers as his head lolls to the side and rolls until he’s staring down between them, and watching Eddie’s cock work in and out of his slick hole. There’s a ring of froth around the three-fourths point of his cock, and little strings of slick lube break and drool off Eddie’s shaft. “H-How fuc…fucking big are you?”
Eddie huffs a raw, timbre laugh, and pumps his hips forward, shoving his cock a little deeper in Buck’s hole that swallows him beautifully. Even with Buck clearly being overwhelmed by how much more there is to take, he’s sucking him in with greed, and opening around his incessant thrusts. “Just a little more,” Eddie mumbles, the fingers holding Buck’s leg in place around his hip starting to draw languid shapes in sex-flushed and sweat-slick skin. Buck’s skin dimples under his fingers, and his thumb is at the right angle to press into Buck’s kneecap and swirl around in a comforting manner. “Just keep breathing, Buckley. Just like that,” Eddie hums and listens to Buck’s shaky inhales and mewled exhales; he’s a symphony of sweet, wanton sounds and shuddery breaths.
“G-od,” Buck slurs as his chin dips into his chest, his forehead nearly pressing against Eddie as they both watch Eddie hilt deep inside Buck’s ass; it’s a mesmerizing and arousing sight, and Eddie could get used to it. “Y-Yo… you’re gonna ru-… ruin me for anyone else,” Buck moans; he doesn’t sound all that upset about that idea, and wiggles and squirms in Eddie’s hold, subtly cocking his hips to a better angle to allow Eddie to slide deeper.
Eddie thinks, that’s the plan, as his cock grinds deep inside of Buck’s ass. Sweat is dripping down the back of his neck, and Buck is not all that better off; he’s slick with sweat, and it catches the lights of the neon sign; he looks effortlessly sex-mussed and almost ethereal.
Eddie probably shouldn’t think of his eighteen-year-old student as ethereal, but he’s already balls-deep in the teenager, so… what’s left to lose?
A lot, but Eddie isn’t going to dwell on that right now.
Finally, with a few hiccuped and gurgled breaths and forced relaxation on Buck’s part, Eddie notches balls-deep in the blond, his abdomen pressed against Buck’s body. The blond’s cock is smearing rivulets of precum on his shift, and rucking it up to blurt the liquid right onto his bare skin. It’s messy, and Eddie groans softly as Buck’s cock twitches against his abs. They’re both breathing heavy, pants mingling in the shared air between them, and Buck’s eyes have slid almost all the way shut; they’re just open enough for Eddie to spy his blown-wide pupils and the tears forming in his waterline before they fall, or catch on Buck’s lashes. Eddie traces the tears that slip down Buck’s face in fat, salty lines that catch the light as they slide down Buck’s cheeks.
“GGuuungh…. M-Move, please, Edd-die, I’m good,” Buck hiccups, his voice a wobbly plea. Eddie quirks an eyebrow, but there isn’t a subtle grimace of pain on the Buck’s face, so he carefully draws his hips back. With the slow draw out, Eddie watches Buck’s face, but it only gets a little more slack-jawed with pleasure, drool running down his face and mingling with the tears collecting on the underside of his jaw. “Fuck,” Buck whimpers, the word breathless and barely above a whisper.
Eddie allows almost the whole length of his cock to exit Buck’s hole, with nothing but his cockhead notched in that spread-wide hole. Eddie waits for a moment, waits as Buck’s nostrils flare, and he takes a breath in, and that’s Eddie’s cue. He snaps his hips forward and punches the air out of Buck’s lungs in one long, raspy yelp of pleasure as Eddie buries himself to the hilt. Where they’re perched on Eddie’s shoulders, Buck’s fingers dig deep, half-moon crescents through his shirt; the pain tingles with the pleasure, and only heightens Eddie’s pleasure. Eddie quickly finds a rhythm he likes, something that’s been a default for him for years—hard, deep pounds that split Buck open around his cock.
With how thick Eddie is, he doesn’t really need angles to press against sweet spots, so Eddie doesn’t bother; he knows he’s hitting Buck’s prostate with each thrust, because the blond keeps crying out and sobbing in pure, desperate pleasure, and his cock twitches with each press against it. Each grind against Buck’s prostate gets him a gargled moan shaped like Eddie’s name, and the desperate, choppy pleas for more, mo-more, oh, yes, yes, more! Between those, there’s the little punched-out unh, unh, unghs that Buck makes, which are music to his ears.
It’s as he fucks into Buck’s ass with steady, hard pounds that make Buck’s asscheeks ripple and clap, that he aches in how much he’s missed having a sexual partner by his side. Feeding off of his partner’s pleasure has always made Eddie feel good; don’t get him wrong, he likes basking in his own, but knowing he’s making someone feel good makes him feel good, and he hasn’t had that in a long, long time. Sure, he’s done a few occasional hook-ups after discovering he was actually very, very gay, and not as straight as he realized, but those were… well, years ago.
Nearly half a decade, to be exact.
With Buck, he remembers the euphoria of giving someone who isn’t himself pleasure, and hearing their desperate moans as they crawl closer and closer to the orgasm Eddie is pushing them toward. It makes him feel bigger than himself; powerful. It’s addictive, and Eddie is finally remembering the taste of that addiction, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to kick it now that he’s remembered what he’s been missing for years.
“Fuck,” Eddie rumbles as he pants. He’s working his hips in sharp snaps that pump his cock deep inside of Buck, enough that there’s a subtle bulge in Buck’s lithe tummy, right under those developing abs. Eddie wants to reach out and press on it, but he worries he’d lose his composure too quickly and cum. “Look at you, taking me so goddamn well… just a born whore, huh?”
“Yeah,” Buck breathes, his eagerness to agree with Eddie on his whore status making Eddie twitch inside of the blond and snap his hips a little harder. God, he’s just an eager, messy teenage whore, and Eddie is fucking him; ruining him for anymore, more like it.
Eddie finds he’s okay with that.
“A-Annh, Ed-Eddie, s’so g’ud,” Buck mumbles, his voice slurring from the pleasure, and coming out heavy from his lead-filled tongue that’s draped over his bottom lip as he pants. A little droplet of spit clings to the tip of Buck’s tongue and wobbles with each thrust that jostles Buck’s body; it’s hotter than it should be. “F-Full,” Buck breathes, his voice high and sounding absolutely elated, and Eddie can see a little giddy grin forming at the edges of his cocked-open mouth.
Eddie grunts and digs his fingers into Buck’s hip and knee, dimpling the flesh under his digits; maybe, if Eddie presses a little harder, he’ll leave little bruises as reminders. He swallows thickly at that thought and continues to fuck his cock deep inside of Buck, already a little closer to the edge than he’d like, thanks to the blowjob and face-fucking earlier. Just because Eddie is pushing forty doesn’t mean he busts quickly, and Eddie would like to keep it that way.
“Como el pecado, Buck,” Eddie grumbles, the Spanish sliding off his tongue without him really meaning to. Buck doesn’t seem to know what the hell he’s saying, but he moans at the rasped Spanish. “Dios mio,” Eddie groans as Buck squeezes tight around him, spasming in a way that has Eddie’s breath hitching and hips stuttering slightly.
“M’c-close,” Buck whimpers, his fingers twitching from where they’re digging deep into Eddie’s shoulders, blunt fingernails raking little red lines into his shoulder blades. Buck’s cock is twitching and blurting out precum, and it’s making a damn mess of Eddie’s shirt and abs. He can feel how warm, wet, and slick Buck’s cock is against his abs as it grinds and jerks against his abdomen.
“Me, too,” Eddie admits, because he is close. His cock is throbbing, and his balls feel tighter than they did a minute ago, and Eddie knows his body. His core feels as if it’s about to explode, red-hot and molten inside.
“Wa-Wan’ it in-… inside,” Buck mewls, his breath hitching and becoming heavier as he starts to ramp closer to his orgasm. His hole is clenching and spasming around Eddie’s shaft, clinging to him with desperation and greed. Buck’s leg that’s around his hip tightens and drags Eddie a little closer as Buck’s sock-clad heel presses into his lower back. “Please.”
“You don’t need to beg,” Eddie rumbles, and knocks his forehead against Buck’s, pressing against ruddy, sex-hot skin, and staring at droopy blue eyes glittering with tears and overcome with visible euphoria. “I know what you want, Buck. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of your want,” Buck moans and whines softly, tongue lolling out of his lips to lap at them before being trapped between pearly teeth. Eddie grins at him and starts grinding his hips when he’s balls-deep inside of Buck, and adds to the pressure against his prostate.
Buck’s eyes roll up past his fluttering lashes, and Buck keens hard as he clenches hard around Eddie. He’s close, Eddie can tell, and with a few more thrusts and some dirty grinds of his hips, Buck cums. His cock throbs against Eddie’s abs, shaft twitching and trembling as cums shoots out to dirty Eddie’s shirt. His whole outfit is ruined, to be quite honest, and Eddie will either need to burn it or toss it in the wash.
Or, a secret third option: keep it until the scent of Buck fades.
Buck sobs as he shakes through his orgasm, clenching down hard on Eddie’s thrusting cock. He doesn’t stop his hips and instead pounds Buck harder, jostling and jerking him up and down the brick wall slightly. He’s sure Buck’s back will be red, raw, and have some abrasion marks by the end of this; Eddie will have fingerprint bruises on his shoulders from how hard Buck is squeezing them, half-moon crescent-shaped nail indents, and angry red scratches that pulse down his shoulder blades. “O-Oh, god, o-oh, fu-fu-u-uck,” Buck sobs, mouth open, and allowing filthy sounds to spill from it. “I-I’m- guuunnn….nnngh,” Buck’s sweet keens are intelligible, all words lost on the blond in the height of his pleasure.
Ropes of cum dirty Eddie’s shirt and abdomen as they continue to shoot out of Buck’s pulsing cock, wetting the fabric and sticking it to Eddie’s heaving abdomen as he continues to fuck Buck through his orgasm and chase his own. The tight squeeze around his cock is damn-near suffocating, and Eddie feels sufficiently lightheaded; his heart is pounding in his ears through the blood pumping in them, and his thoughts are a dizzy mess. From fuck, I’m going to ruin him and my god, I’m about to cum in an eighteen-year-old; at least he can’t get pregnant, they bounce around his head. The rational ones are swallowed by the tidal wave of euphoria pumping through his veins as his core threatens to crack open, and his abs ache from how hard his abdominal muscles are clenching.
The sloppy sounds of his cock fucking in and out of Buck’s ass—schlck, schlck, schlck—echo in the alleyway, and Eddie is almost worried they’re going to get caught, but that thought fuels him on; he’s fucking a barely-past-legal piece of ass that’s attatched to one of his students that Eddie teaches at the fire academy.
He is so going to hell for this.
Clenching his hand harder around Buck’s hip, and dragging the blond impossibly closer so Eddie can sink most of his cock inside of the blond and not have to pull out as much as he fucks him in rough, dirty grinds of his hips. The different pace has Buck sobbing weakly, a hot rush of tears sweeping down his face, and making him look oh so fucked-stupid. Buck’s mouth is opening and closing, little crackled breaths and whines leaving, but no words; truly a mind-broken cock whore so far past words, all he can do is let out plaintive whines and wanton keens of pleasure.
“Close,” Eddie grits out, the bolt of his jaw working, flexing so hard it hurts. “Just- yeah, fuck, Buck, mierda,” Eddie growls, and shoves his hips forward in sharp, mean thrusts as Buck spasms and clenches around him, slurred hiccups of y-yes, yes, yeess leaving his tongue-tied mouth. Eddie shoves Buck a little harder against the wall with each thrust, unclenching his jaw to pant openly, and gazing at Buck from where their foreheads are smushed together.
Buck keens, sounds choppy and punched-out as Eddie’s cock hilts deep inside of him. Eddie grinds his hips in time with his thrusts, hitting Buck’s prostate, and prolonging the blond’s orgasm; just like how much precum he wept, Buck is still cumming. There’s a large white patch of wet cum soaking into his shirt, and sliding down his clenched-tight abs; fucking… firehose.
Eddie licks his lips and darts his eyes down to Buck’s when he mimics the motion, and Eddie suddenly has the need to feel those plush, cocksucking lips on his own. To muffle Buck’s whimpers and beautiful keens against his lips; to feel them vibrate against his tongue and teeth; to tangle tongues with the blond and swap spit until they both of them are choking on each other’s tastes. His cock throbs at the thought, orgasm building like a damn tsunami; he feels like he’s standing at the sea and watching the water recede.
Between one breath and another, Eddie peaks; his body clenches hard, and his mind blanks as pleasure pours out of every pore. His orgasm hits him like a bus, and Eddie sweeps down slightly to crush his and Buck’s lips against each other. Eddie can hear, feel, and taste Buck’s surprised keen against his lips as his stubbled chin and cheeks press against Buck’s soft skin. Buck groans and reciprocates the kiss with greedy, unexperienced desire, and melts into the kiss. He hiccups and keens beautifully against Eddie’s lips as his hips begin to stall, and his orgasm crashes through his body.
His cock throbs from where he’s buried deep in Buck’s ass, and the first rope of cum is pumped as deep as Eddie can get; the first rope is quickly followed by the next, and the next, and it’s like the floodgates have opened. Eddie’s balls clench, dragged tight and upward as his orgasm shudders through Eddie’s body and makes his core clench and unclench in stuttered, involuntary intervals. Eddie groans against Buck’s lips, and they pull away to messily pant against each other before dipping back in to clack their teeth together and tangle tongues, letting spit twine between their lips, and to drool down their chins.
“Wa-Warm,” Buck mewls, and nips at Eddie’s lower lip with his sharp little canines; Eddie retaliates by grabbing Buck’s bottom lip and rolling it between his teeth, and listening to Buck keen. “S-o warm, ‘n… f-full,” Buck groans. Eddie hums, and licks Buck’s lower lip before kissing him soundly, and relishing in the way Buck slowly gets with the motions; tips his head at just the right angle so their noses don’t bump, flutters his lashes, and pants beautifully as Eddie licks into his mouth. He does taste like bubblegum and mint, and his taste dances on Eddie’s tongue; he wonders if he’ll be able to taste mint and bubblegum without thinking of this night.
Eddie has a feeling that’ll be a big fat no.
Eddie’s hips stutter and grind deep as his cock continues to pump cum into Buck’s ass as they kiss lazily. Eddie isn’t surprised at how heavy his load is; he hasn’t jacked off in days, considering how busy he’s been; there’s been no breathing time to stuff a hand down his pants and jerk himself off to completion. So, he keeps rolling his hips and milking himself dry to dump as much cum as he can into Buck’s ass so the plug has a hard time keeping it all in. He wants Buck to be dripping his cum, and remember this night for however long Eddie’s cum paints his walls, and makes a mess of his inner thighs when it drips out of him.
“Good boy,” Eddie murmurs against Buck’s lips, and grins something sharp and fierce when Buck clenches down hard around him, his flagging cock giving a valiant twitch; cum continues to dribble out of the tip, but it’s not the long, drooling ropes like before. Even so, he’s still making a damn mess of Eddie’s shirt and abs, and Eddie will a thousand percent need to sneak back to his car before he gets seen with a cum-covered shirt. It’s not exactly like there are any napkins around to wipe himself off.
He’ll need a long, hot shower when he gets home—to wash away the alleyway, Buck, and sin that clings to his person like a second skin.
A few minutes of lazy kissing, and swirling the taste of Buck—mint and bubblegum and pure—around his tongue, Eddie’s cock begins to flag. He blows out a heavy breath through his nose as he pulls back and stares at Buck. He’s ruddy-faced, half-lidded, and looking completely debauched. Buck’s pink tongue darts out to lap at his kiss-swollen lips and chase the taste of Eddie—cheap beer, onion rings, and half a shot of tequila he took with his team before they left the bar—surely lingering there. Eddie’s hand on Buck’s hip leaves it, and manages to snag Buck’s crumpled pants by the belt hook, and pull them up while remaining buried inside the blond’s ass. He gropes in the front pocket and finds the previously discarded plug. It’s clean, but Eddie does have to flick off a piece of lint from the tail of it.
At the sight of the plug, Buck tries to swallow his moan, but he isn’t all that successful. His lashes flutter, and he catches the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth to worry it. Eddie hums softly and keeps Buck’s leg around his hip as he tugs his hips back with a light hiss; overstimulation is already setting in at the base of Eddie’s spine—all tingly and skittering like sparks from a live wire—and feeling Buck’s hole clench around him in an attempt to suck him back in is making those sparks fly.
Buck whines, a hitched and needy keen, his mouth pushing into a pout that has Eddie nipping that plush bottom lip that’s jutting out. “Don’t whine,” Eddie says as his cock comes free; it’s covered in frothy cum and lube that drools down the flagging length and drools on the dirty concrete floor. “Quit your pouting, too,” Eddie drawls, and notches the plug against Buck’s cum-full hole, and presses it in with a quick shove of his thumb. Buck arches off the brick wall with a breathless sound, his limp and soft cock twitching as the plug settles deep, probably deep enough to tease Buck’s prostate.
“Fuck,” Buck sighs, and like all his strings are cut, he sags against the brick wall. Eddie huffs a laugh through his nose at the blond, who is clearly basking in the feeling of being full of Eddie’s cum and plugged up tight, so not a drop leaks.
Eddie rubs a few languid circles in Buck’s leg that’s still hitched high around his hip, and carefully begins to guide it to the floor. Buck’s face pinches in annoyance, a soft hiss slithering through his teeth as it connects with the floor with a soft thump. “Warm bath will help with the soreness,” Eddie says, and leans back a bit to quickly tuck his soft, cum-slick cock back into his boxers; then, he zips and buttons his pants, and grimaces at the wet patch on his shirt that’s all cum and precum. He wants to tug it away from his skin, but he leaves it, knowing it’ll only restick. “Don’t go falling asleep on me now, Buckley. I’m not carting your ass home,” Eddie huffs and shakes out his knees.
“Not,” Buck mutters, his bottom lip jutting out into another pout; it seems like pouting is a permanent fixture with this kid. “Not… falling asleep.” Buck’s eyes are closed, and he looks all too happy to stand in the alleyway half-naked, cock on display, and falling asleep against the brick wall.
“Uh-huh, say that when you can pry those eyes open,” Eddie huffs and rolls his eyes before crouching down in front of Buck. That’s what gets the blond’s eyes to pop open, tired interest glittering in them. “Don’t get any ideas, Buckley. I’m redressing you, you heathen.” Eddie flicks Buck’s knee and grabs Buck’s boxers before holding them open so Buck can step into them. “Foot up, Buckley.”
Buck grunts and lays a hand on Eddie’s shoulder to stabilize himself before he follows Eddie’s command and steps into his boxers. It’s a slow movement, and Eddie lets Buck shimmy the waistband up his long legs and settle himself in place, and readjust as needed. Buck shimmies in place and yawns midway through the motion as Eddie grabs his jean leg, scrunches up the fabric until it’s easier to step into, and shakes it at the blond. “Foot again,” Eddie says, and holds the jeans for Buck to step into.
Like clockwork, Buck follows his command with sleepy blinks and little sluggish movements as he braces himself on Eddie’s shoulders. Buck shoves his foot through his jeans, and this time, Eddie helps him shimmy them up until they’re past Buck’s knees, and the blond hooks his fingers in the belt loops to do the rest. It’s a little slower than Eddie would like, but Buck tugs them up his body and zips them up with a lazy flourish. “Shoe,” Eddie says, and taps Buck’s ankle. Buck grumbles, but doesn’t protest as he holds his foot up for Eddie to do all the work; what a goddamn teenager.
Eddie rolls his eyes, but shoves Buck’s shoe onto his foot, and deftly ties up the laces in quick, easy motions that have been muscle memory for well over thirty years. “There you go,” Eddie says, and lets Buck’s foot fall out of his hands, now clad with his shoes. Eddie slowly drags himself into a standing position and holds back a wince when his knee pops loud enough for Buck to crack open a closed eye and look at him. If Buck calls him old, he’s going to smack him.
Slowly, Eddie rakes his eyes over Buck’s body, now wearing all of his clothes, and with both shoes on his feet. But his button is undone. Eddie sighs and tugs the two flaps of Buck’s jeans close and feeds the button into the slit. It feels more domestic than it should because they’re in an alleyway after sloppy sex and a blowjob, Buck is eighteen, and Eddie is almost forty.
God, Eddie might as well crawl his way into hell himself; he does have a collapsible shovel in the back of his truck…
“There,” Eddie says, and steps back to distance himself from Buck, who yawns again, and nearly triggers Eddie to yawn as well. He clenches his jaw to keep himself from doing so, and looks Buck up and down, and sees that the blond is doing the same. “Now, get going, Buckley.”
Buck grumbles as he pushes off the brick wall, and Eddie braces a hand out, but Buck manages to keep himself from tipping over. He’s a bit wobbly on his feet and winces a bit as he shifts in place, but he’s standing on his own two feet. “Yeah, yeah,” Buck mumbles, and looks at Eddie with those big blue eyes that are catching the light of the neon signs. They’re both painted in it from where they’re standing in the alley, and silence passes between them for a moment before Buck shuffles forward on semi-steady feet. Eddie raises an eyebrow and keeps still as Buck advances on him.
Buck tips forward and presses their lips together; Eddie allows the kiss and chases the lingering mint and bubblegum as Buck chases Eddie’s taste. Eddie drags a hand up Buck’s body, catching his fingers on a belt loop, Buck’s expanding ribs, and a pert nipple, until he settles it on Buck’s cheek. He cups Buck’s ruddy, warm cheek and thumbs the highs of them as he lets Buck kiss him, and reciprocates with an ease he hasn’t felt in a long time. He blows out a soft breath as Buck hums against his lips, pulls back, and pecks him once, twice, three times until they pull away for good. Buck’s eyes are bright, still hazy with lust, and he’s nibbling at his bottom lip.
Then, his eyes skirt back to the bar Buck had been all of maybe three minutes before Eddie tugged him out of it and into this alleyway… and, well, you know the rest. “Go home, Buckley,” Eddie says, and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He knows that look; it’s the look of I wanna go back in there. “And give me the fake ID.”
Buck’s face pinches, annoyance flashing in it, and a little bit of defiance. “But-“ he starts, and Eddie cuts him off with a raised hand that has that wide-open jaw clicking shut. The sound resonates in the quiet alley, nothing but the muffled base of the building behind him, and the faraway chatter of the one behind Buck. Then, Eddie puts his palm out and raises an eyebrow that says try it; go ahead, see what happens.
Buck grumbles and puffs with muted anger as he digs out his wallet and smacks the ID into Eddie’s hand. He looks it over, and it’s pretty damn legit minus Buck’s birth year, which is three years before his actual one.
“Now, get,” Eddie grunts, and points to the alleyway entrance with a stern stare that would make even the most stone-faced men crack; Eddie knows it, because it has done that. Eddie takes quiet pleasure in that, and the way Buck’s face drops. Buck clicks his teeth and scuffs his ratty sneakers on the ground before he slumps his shoulders, throws one last lingering glance at Eddie, and scampers off.
No beer for him, but it seems like being full of Eddie’s cum has stamped out any of that righteous anger.
Eddie groans into his hand and scrubs it up and down his face. Maybe he should just crawl his way into hell now, because he knows he’s absolutely fucked. There is no way he’ll be able to look at Buck the same way after tonight.
Instead of dwelling on that, Eddie quickly follows the path out of the alley Buck took, and turns toward the parking lot and watches Buck’s Jeep take a right down the street. Eddie doesn’t pay it too much mind as it disappears around the bend, and focuses on grabbing his keys out of his back pocket, stuffing the fake ID into his other pocket, and hopping into his truck.
Eddie drives home chewing the last piece of bubblegum in the gum packet he had in his truck, swishing the taste around his mouth as he listens to old songs on the radio. Then, once he’s home, he cuts up Buck’s fake ID and hides the evidence at the bottom of his trash can. Only after that does he take a hot shower, rub until his skin is red, and brush his teeth with his mint toothpaste.
And when he’s in bed, he jerks off to the shirt he’d been wearing stuffed into his face, and chasing the lingering smell of Buck.
He hides the cum-slick and dirty shirt at the bottom of his laundry basket, and dreams of neon signs and bright blue eyes.