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It’s not often that Buck gets nervous around Eddie anymore, but between his bouncing knee and knitted eyebrows, Eddie can tell something is off. It’s funny because Buck, when it comes down to it, can be a nervous nelly. He is a big overthinker. But never with Eddie. Never about Eddie or anything to do with him. 

At least, that’s what Eddie thinks. 

Eddie doesn’t see any reason why Buck would be nervous around him. They’re Buck and Eddie. They’ve known each other at their bests and worsts and every in between. 

Buck pauses the episode of reality TV he and Eddie had randomly chosen. Their usual show is between seasons and it’s a slog trying to pick an intermediate series to binge. 

“Are you staring at me?” Buck asks a little more accusatorily than he means to sound. 

“I wouldn’t call it staring.” Eddie blinks at his friend slowly. Buck is covering his stomach with his crossed arms and worrying his bottom lip to shreds. “You seem anxious.”

“I’m not anxious,” Buck snaps. He looks at Eddie anxiously. His eyes flit across Eddie’s face. “Am I really that easy to read?”

Eddie laughs and nods sympathetically. He scoots himself closer to Buck and gives the blond’s shoulder a squeeze. 

“Like The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”

 “Caterpillar is a big word, you know,” Buck deflects. “I don’t think I can spell it off the top of my head.”

Eddie nudges Buck and rolls his eyes. 

“Are we going to talk or are you going to ramble about spelling?”

Buck frowns. Eddie knows him too well to let him change the subject. It’s too bad he’s not just an intuitive little shit, but Buck’s intuitive little shit. 

“I have boy questions again,” Buck tells his friend casually, like he doesn’t look a little green. 

Eddie hums softly. Boy questions. He knows exactly what Buck means. They made a pact that Buck, if he were to have questions about boyhood or manhood or male experiences, could ask Eddie anything. It’s led to long conversations about almost everything including whether or not it makes sense to face the shower head while you shower, a brother’s duties to his sister, and if sandals are appropriate footwear. 

“I promise,” Eddie starts, “No one cares if you sit when you pee or if your pee velocity sounds wrong.” Bathroom issues tend to come up a lot, although not necessarily the ones Eddie might expect.

“It’s not that. I’m over that. Such a 2019 worry,” Buck quips. He crosses his legs and intertwines his fingers. “I have questions about men.”

Well. That’s stating the obvious.

Eddie nods encouragingly. He smiles. 

“I know I’ve been with men and women, but…” Buck purses his lips. The build up to his question is probably making the anticipation worse than if he just blurted it out. “I’m still kind of confused about what cis men know and don’t know about their partners’ bodies. Like… how do they learn what to do? What is expected of them?”

“We probably know a lot less than we should,” Eddie says. He pats Buck’s leg. Lets him know he doesn’t mind the question. “I’ve heard a lot of AFAB people learn through experience, so I guess… cis guys sort of do too? I mean, I knew about periods because of my sisters and friends. And I think most guys learn about sex from porn and messing around as teens… I talked to Shannon about what she liked and how to accomplish things.”

“Didn’t you have sex ed at all?” Buck asks. “At least, like, a lesson on reproductive systems in science class?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe in Hershey, but not in Texas. We were taught abstinence and religion,” Eddie says, folding his legs. He sits up straighter, tries to get to eye level. “But I know I went to the public library and looked up anatomy books or stole a science textbook and checked out the chapters we skipped. Other boys probably did the same. Probably wanted to get off looking at the diagrams.” The brunet laughs and shakes his head. “Of course, in the end, I ended up being quite an objective observer because of the gay thing. Still, even as a gay guy, I had pretty good sex with women.”

“So… being gay gave you an advantage with women?” Buck questions. “It didn’t matter that you weren’t attracted to them?” Buck scoots closer to Eddie, as if to examine him. As if, if it were possible, he might like to study Eddie under a microscope.

Eddie takes in Buck’s drawn eyebrows and anxious hands, fingers picking the flesh of his cuticles.

“I don’t think that’s, like, exactly what I’m saying. Having close female friends helped. Since Shan suspected I was queer, she overshared with me like I was her girl friend. And when it came time to man up, I already had notes to refer to,” Eddie explains. He laughs a little. “I’ve realised that straight women don’t seem to expect their partners to get them off every time. Guys who are supposedly ‘great in bed’ usually just make them come once or twice. Doesn’t matter the quality of the lay otherwise.”

“I mean, I definitely believe it’s not always the destination, it’s the journey, but…” Buck swallows. “Cishet people really have sex like that?”

“As far as I know, I’ve always gotten my partners there, but from what I’ve heard, yeah. There are really cishet men who don’t do a thing for their partners and women who tolerate it.” Eddie makes a face like he’s a bit ashamed on behalf of cis men everywhere. “But you would know that, right? I’m sure your girlfriends have mentioned men’s shortcomings.”

“Usually when I was with a woman, there wasn’t really talking,” Buck says with a blush and a hand on the back of his neck. “I didn’t date so much as I had a revolving door of hook-ups for the first decade or so of my sex life.”

“Oh, right. The infamous Buck 1.0,” Eddie recalls. He bumps his knee into Buck’s and winks. “A real lady killer.”

Buck’s blush deepens. He feels the heat from his face creep down his chest.

“And, uh, the women I was with had to be cool with a lot more. I think liberal, bicurious women are less likely to accept a shitty man,” Buck theorises. “And, uh… even though I’m a guy, I wasn’t necessarily always the giver. Plenty of straight women are more than willing to eat pussy or strap up.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. He is more than aware of Buck’s proclivities. They were friends during the whole Taylor Kelly phase, after all.

“Well, I’m sure you know more than most straight men how to make women feel good,” Eddie concludes. “I don’t think I have any advice, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

In Eddie’s mind, the conversation is over. He zones back into the TV and adjusts the cushion behind his back.

“Well, like, there’s still… a grey area,” Buck continues. 

Eddie easily looks over at his friend.

“And that grey area is…?” Eddie gestures for Buck to keep talking.

“Well, like I said. With women… There was a lot of switching. And even if I was on the bottom… that didn’t necessarily mean there was penetration going on. I mean, there were always hands and mouths involved, but… I honestly don’t remember the last time I had full-on penetrative sex with a woman,” Buck says. “With guys… there’s pretty much always the expectation of penetration.”

“Do you… not like when… guys do that to you?” Eddie questions. “Do you wanna…top more? I’m sure you can just tell your partners you’re a top.”

“But, like, I’m not. I mean, I like switching. It’s fun getting other people off. But… I like being on the receiving end the most.” Buck pauses. He can’t quite look at Eddie. Eddie isn’t exactly sure why, though, because he has gathered that Buck is kind of an attention whore already. Not that that’s a bad thing. He wouldn’t change Buck for anything. “It’s just that… when guys put it in… it’s okay.”

“It’s okay?” Eddie laughs. “Just okay?”

“A little disappointing,” Buck admits. “I mean, if the back yard is the point of entry, it’s pretty good. But front entry… never quite lives up to expectations.”

“I think, and don’t quote me on this, but isn’t it supposed to feel weird at first? And then like, eventually it feels good?” Eddie asks. “Like maybe it’s not in there long enough or you’re not used to penises in there in general.”

“I guess, but… I’ve been having sex with guys for two years. At what point does it start not sucking?” Buck frowns and buries his face in the couch cushion.

“Maybe it’s the guys, then. Like… how many have you actually been with?” Eddie rubs Buck’s back comfortingly. “Surely not close to the sample size of women you’ve been with, right?”

“There was Tommy and Zane, then… I sucked a couple guys off, only had sex with one of them,” Buck lists out. “Zane was good, I guess, but we did butt stuff because…”

“Because Tommy scarred you?” Eddie jokes.

Buck lifts his head and blinks.

“I thought he’d know how to behave around it since he had girlfriends and a fiance before, but…” Buck purses his lips. “He touched, like… not quite where I wanted. Like he just sort of touched the general… coochie area. A lot of fingering. Not necessarily trying to hit the spot, just… putting them in?” Buck describes, cringing as he says it. “I mean, when he touched my dick, it was pretty good. Swapping blowjobs was fun. And we didn’t have penetrative sex that many times, so at the time… I wasn’t too worried.”

“Why are you worried now?” Eddie asks. “Are you finally able to look back without rose tinted glasses?”

“No. Well, yes, but that’s not the point. I am definitely very attracted to men. And I’ll see a hot guy and want him to, like, fuck me. But I don’t know how to explain to him what I need,” Buck says. “Because, conceptually, I really like the idea of having sex with a guy. I want him to do that to me. But the way I’m used to having sex, even the way I masturbate, just doesn’t cover that.”

Eddie hums thoughtfully. He turns towards Buck and nods.

“If I am totally honest… I’ve never had an issue getting my partners off. The problem has always been the other way around,” Eddie tells Buck with pink cheeks. “I’ve found that like… the trick is heating things up before getting to penetration. Some guys don’t go the whole nine yards with external stimulation and oral, but if you do, it’s a lot easier to make a woman—I mean, someone AFAB, have a good time.”

Buck laughs and shakes his head.

“It’s okay, you can say women. I know you haven’t been with any guys, trans or cis,” Buck quips. He punches Eddie’s arm. 

Eddie pretends to be offended for a second, but he just laughs it off, too. 

“I know you’ve been with a gay guy who tried being straight, but have you been with a straight guy?” Eddie asks. “Like… before? I’m assuming now it’d be impossible. Even if they knew you were trans, you’re, like… a grown man. I’m sure they’d be weird about your dick.”

“I have, but that was seventeen years ago and I think we didn’t even get to penis in vagina stuff. We were like 16,” Buck says. “Also… you know that I don’t have a real dick, right? T-dick is just a name for–”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie assures Buck. “I have seen you naked, remember.”

“Right,” Buck agrees. “Unfortunately, I haven’t magically sprouted one since the last time we showered at work.” The blond sighs dramatically. “Do you know if your girlfriends ever, like, prepared in any way for sex? So they didn’t have to rely on you as much, I mean.”

“I mean… I guess you could finger yourself beforehand?” Eddie suggests.

“No, like…” Buck groans. “Like when I was with women, we’d both have multiple orgasms. It was harder not to come than to come. But with guys, I usually have one, then they introduce their dicks and… it’s a problem. Even if I’m turned on, nothing happens. But if there’s like a trick to getting off with something in there…”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he leans back.

“Dude, I am almost certain you haven’t been with the right guys. One? That’s crazy. If I only got my girlfriend off once I would consider it a humbling experience,” Eddie says. “I mean, I know your body is a little different than what I’m used to, but it can’t be that different.”

“So what?” Buck asks. “Are you saying you could do better?”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie scoffs. “A well trained monkey could do better, Buck.”

Buck crosses his arms and pouts.

“Well, now you’re just being an asshole,” he complains. “It’s not that easy. At least, it isn’t for me.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow.

“I think it is. I am certain I could make you come more than once,” Eddie argues. “In fact, I think I could give you a vaginal orgasm. Have you ever had that happen?”

Buck exhales through his nose. Begrudgingly, he says, “No. I haven’t.”

“And no, you couldn’t,” he continues, “But you are more than welcome to try.”

“Okay, fine,” Eddie agrees. “But you have to do whatever I say.”

“Fine,” Buck says. He gulps. Looks at Eddie.

Eddie looks back at him.

They blink at each other.

“So, like…” Buck clears his throat. “Now, or…?”

Eddie grabs the TV remote and turns it off. He sets the controller on the table.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Eddie says. “Are you, like… cool with kissing?”

Buck nods slowly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he speaks up. “I like kissing. Love kissing. Big fan of kissing.”

“You’re being so awkward,” Eddie complains. He shifts so he’s sitting in the middle of the couch and beckons Buck to copy him. Buck scoots over, half facing Eddie, half towards the TV.

Buck holds up his hands, reaching towards Eddie like he’s unsure how to touch him.

Eddie rolls his eyes and pulls Buck in by the back of his neck. Their mouths meet roughly, teeth digging into the back of their lips.

Eddie cups Buck’s jaw and starts slowly, just trying to get him to respond. Buck, luckily, doesn’t need to be told twice. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck and slots his lips against the older man’s.

Eddie darts his tongue out to lick the seam of Buck’s mouth. Buck makes a surprised sound, but opens his mouth. Eddie deepens the kiss, but refrains from entering make-out territory. He only lets the tip of his tongue meet Buck’s, licking his teeth, tracing his lip. Buck sighs into it, letting Eddie take charge and enjoying the ride.

They pull away for air with pink cheeks and damp lips.

“You’re a good kisser,” Buck says, wiping his mouth.

“Thanks,” Eddie says. He licks his lips. “So, uh, with my partners, we’d usually talk or whatever. When we both kinda knew what we wanted, we’d make out.” He rests his hands on Buck’s stomach. “I’d usually put my hand down their pants and wait until their panties were soaked through to do anything else.”

Buck laughs and touches Eddie’s hand on his stomach.

“Well, I can just tell you that I’m not wet yet,” he says. “I’m not sure if you’ll get me to soak through my underwear. Testosterone can dry things out.”

“You have such little faith,” Eddie complains. He drags one of Buck’s legs over his hip, a hand going to the blond’s ass. “We barely kissed, Buck.”

Buck wants to argue, but he’s flustered and doesn’t know what to say.

Eddie presses his lips to Buck’s neck, then his jaw, then his ear.

“You don’t have to worry about it, baby,” he breathes. “I’ll get your pussy wet one way or another.”

That… that does something to Buck. He shifts and tries not to shiver.

Eddie clearly picks up on it and chuckles smugly. He slides one hand up Buck’s torso and grabs his pec, massaging it slowly.

Eddie doesn’t need to say another word. Just ghosts his lips over Buck’s skin until they’re mouth to open mouth. Buck’s tongue peeks out, hot and wanting. 

Perfect. Just what Eddie likes to see.

He kisses the blond again, using a little more tongue than before. Tasting Buck carefully. Feeling the bumps of his teeth. Drawing him in mentally and physically.

Buck leans against Eddie, pressing his face closer and trying to snake his tongue into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie fights him just a little. Turns his head and licks his tongue into submission. He squeezes Buck’s ass when Buck gives in. 

“Good boy,” he praises without breaking the kiss. Buck moans quietly. 

Eddie gives his butt another squeeze and traces his tongue over Buck’s again. Buck squirms, his ass pressing into Eddie’s palm and his mouth chasing the kiss.

Eddie pulls away and smiles.

“Oh, you like to misbehave,” Eddie whispers. He pulls Buck into his lap. “Take your shirt off.”

Buck raises an eyebrow, but pulls his t-shirt over his head.

“Kinda soon,” he comments. Eddie huffs and latches onto one of Buck’s nipples, flicking it with his tongue while he sucks. Buck moans again. 

“No, not really,” Eddie says. He places a kiss over Buck’s heart and looks at his friend. “Most people don’t moan yet.”

“You’ve fucked like three women, relax.” Buck shakes his head and presses his shirt against Eddie’s chest. “And licking my nipples is cheating. You said you were going to get me wet from kissing.”

“I said one way or the other,” Eddie corrects his friend. He takes Buck’s shirt. “Besides, I was just kissing your chest.” He tosses the article of clothing on the ground. “Or are your lips the only thing I can kiss?”

Buck pretends to be annoyed, but he happily bends down to kiss Eddie again. They find a nice rhythm, swapping spit and sighing. 

Eddie cups each of Buck’s pecs and traces the space just under them. He’s always wondered why Buck doesn’t have scars like most trans guys. Was he naturally flat chested or did he never go through female puberty or can scars like that heal? And his nipples. Eddie knows how most mastectomies are done. Most people don’t have so much sensation.

It’s just so Buck to be able to feel everything and miraculously heal.

Eddie thumbs over the raised bumps on Buck’s chest, swirling them under the pads of his fingers. Buck gasps into his mouth and grabs Eddie’s wrists. Eddie pauses to see if Buck likes it. Gives him time to file a complaint.

Instead, Buck smushes Eddie’s hands to his chest. He slips his tongue in Eddie’s mouth with a grunt.

Eddie gets the idea. Buck likes it. He wants him to continue.

Eddie gropes Buck’s chest, reigniting their kiss with purpose. They have each other’s tongues between their teeth, their mouths mapped out, noses flattened against one another’s cheeks.

Buck moves against Eddie, rubbing off on the leg between his thighs. He holds Eddie’s shirt tightly.

Eddie is already obsessed with the way Buck kisses like he’s hungry, putting everything into it. He tastes like too sweet coffee and vanilla. His skin smells clean, like eucalyptus and powder, and a little musky, too. It’s endearing, for some reason. Nostalgic. Something Eddie knows well, but would never be able to place if he didn’t have his tongue down Buck’s throat right now. The smell that gets stuck in the throw pillow Buck always tucks under his arm like a cuddle buddy when they watch movies.

Eddie wonders if his mouth is bitter to Buck, coffee with no sweetener. If he notices that Eddie’s wearing the deodorant Buck picked for him. Some fancy wood and whiskey scented stick. Warm and fragrant enough that he doesn’t need cologne, but not overwhelming. 

He wishes that Buck’s scent wasn’t so subtle. That it was easy to pick it up in the air and follow it to Buck’s pulse. Maybe Eddie can catch a whiff on Buck’s shirt.

Buck’s knee presses into Eddie’s groin. Eddie can tell it’s an accident, but he presses back, letting Buck know what he’s touching.

Buck pulls on Eddie’s shirt, trying to get them impossibly closer.

Eddie guides Buck’s arms around his neck. He slips his hands under Buck’s ass. His thumbs sit on the blond’s waistband, hooking the belt loops and dragging them down just a little.

Eddie breaks the kiss and looks at Buck. 

“Okay, maybe I’m a little wet,” Buck admits, chewing his lip. He pats Eddie’s leg. 

Eddie laughs and covers Buck’s hand with his.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m getting hard,” he shares, guiding Buck’s hand to his crotch.

“Oh, so you don’t mind puss?” Buck asks, feeling Eddie up.

“I like it as long as it’s attached to a sexy guy like you,” Eddie says. “I don’t really care what’s down there.”

Buck laughs and positions Eddie’s hand on his crotch so they’re mimicking each other.

Eddie takes the hint and slips his hand down Buck’s pants.

“You’re not packing,” Eddie notes. “Pretty dry, too.”

“I don’t pack that often anymore. I pass without it and sometimes my packer enters the room before I do,” Buck jokes with a shrug. “He’s for special occasions or bad days.”

“I wish I could detach my dick sometimes,” Eddie says. He uses two fingers to rub Buck through his underwear. “He likes to make appearances at awkward moments.”

“I wouldn’t call this an awkward moment,” Buck says. He spreads his legs and closes his eyes. “But you could always make it better by kissing me again.”

“You really do love kissing,” Eddie laughs. He connects their mouths and continues teasing Buck. 

It’s hard to tell if time is passing quickly or if they’re both just in the mood or a combination thereof, but Eddie feels Buck’s slick soak through his boxers during their third round of kissing. He helps the blond out of his sweats and underwear easily.

Then, Buck’s naked on the couch, in Eddie’s lap.

Eddie spreads Buck’s wetness around. He rubs the man’s clit teasingly, stroking it between two fingers.

Buck wriggles in Eddie’s touch, sighing hard into every kiss. His hands are busy trying to get Eddie free from his jeans. He made it through the button and zip, but their position is making it hard to pull Eddie’s pants down or, at least, to access his bulge in his underwear.

Eddie gives Buck a break and shimmies his jeans down his ass. 

Buck takes a hold of Eddie through his briefs, stroking the shaft. He tucks the waistband under Eddie’s balls and abandons the kiss to take a peek.

“Damn,” Buck says. He licks his lips. “I thought it felt big.”

Eddie spreads his legs and gives himself a rub with his wet hand. 

“And you’re sure… with that… it’ll feel good?” Buck asks. He looks Eddie in the eye. “Cause… the guys I’ve been with haven’t… been like that.”

“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to,” Eddie promises Buck. He licks his fingers and brings them back to Buck’s dick, petting it softly. “I’ll get you off like this.”

“No, no!” Buck shakes his head frantically. “No, uh.” He swallows. “I really, uh…” His cheeks burn. “I really, really want you to fuck me.” He wraps a hand around the brunet’s cock. “And, uh, I’m kind of really into the idea of taking it. Just… skeptical.”

“I can promise you, it’ll fit. The girth, believe it or not, will probably make it feel better for you,” Eddie explains. “But we’re not even close to doing anything like that. I wanna play with you and eat your pussy.” Eddie spreads Buck’s legs with his hands. He looks at Buck. “And you do have a real dick. We’re both uncut.” 

“I don’t think female circumcision exists,” Buck says. He looks down at himself. Thankfully, he shaved yesterday on a whim. Eddie, however, seems to be au natural. Makes sense since he hasn’t looked at another person (sans Buck) in over a year and a half.

Eddie takes himself in his free hand and taps his tip against Buck’s. Slides his cock between his lips, getting his dick lubed up.

“Do you get hard?” Eddie asks. He rubs their tips together. Buck pulls his hood back, giving Eddie better access.

“It gets more prominent and fills with blood, but not like a dick. It doesn’t really grow.” Buck sucks in a breath when Eddie starts massaging his clit with his cock, jerking them off together.

“It’s cute,” Eddie says. “You have a pretty pussy.”

Buck tries to thank Eddie, but his voice breaks.

“Sorry, I’m… I’m sorry,” he apologises. “My clit is really sensitive.”

“Definitely don’t apologise,” Eddie says. “That’s incredibly fucking hot.” The brunet gathers spit in his mouth and dribbles it onto Buck. He forgets about his dick in favour of rubbing Buck’s clit. 

Buck whines and bucks his hips.

“I can’t,” he whispers. 

“Can’t what?” Eddie asks, spreading Buck’s slick over his pelvis, hand coming to rest on his belly. 

“It just… feels really good,” Buck verbalises, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. “I haven’t had sex in a while.”

“Neither have I,” Eddie says. He caresses Buck’s midsection. “Can you sit normally on the sofa?”

Buck slides off of Eddie’s lap and sticks his legs out toward the coffee table.

“Like this?” 

Eddie kneels down on the floor. He ducks under one of Buck’s extended legs.

“Scoot your butt to the edge,” Eddie instructs, draping Buck’s legs over his shoulder. “I wanna taste you.”

Buck positions himself as told and leans back. He folds his hand on his stomach and watches patiently.

Eddie kisses the inside of Buck’s thighs, then his v-line. He takes a good look at Buck, grinning and licking his lips. He makes a noise like he’s pleased.

“He’s so cute,” Eddie whispers. He inhales the scent of Buck’s sex. 

“Cute?” Buck asks. “Me?”

“Your little penis,” Eddie says. He takes Buck in hand and waves it.

Buck scoffs and puts one of his feet on Eddie’s chest, warning him.

“It’s not cute,” he argues. “You can tell me I have a nice pussy, but cute?” Buck closes his legs as best he can with Eddie’s head between them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He’s ruggedly handsome,” Eddie jokes. He extends his tongue and gives Buck a single lick. “You have a nice pussy, baby.”

Buck mutters to himself, eyeballing Eddie. Eddie ignores whatever it is Buck is grumbling about and gives another lick from the blond’s entrance to his clit, spreading his slick with his tongue.

That gets Buck to shut up and behave.

“You’re still sweet,” Eddie says, a little bit surprised. “I wasn’t sure if the hormones would make it taste different.” He licks Buck again and sucks the man’s clit in his mouth experimentally, then releases him.

“It kind of tastes like a mix,” Buck describes, spreading out for his partner. “Like if the muskiness was male, but the sweetness…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie agrees. He brings his face down and smells Buck again. “Kind of has that guy smell, but pussy taste.” He takes Buck back in his mouth, softly sucking, licking a little, exploring more than anything. 

“Freshly washed dick doesn’t really have a taste,” Buck tells Eddie. “But it gets kinda salty when he starts precumming.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Eddie says, using his thumbs to spread Buck’s labia to get a better view at his hole. “I’ve tasted my own stuff, so I kinda get it.”

“Oh, yeah,” Buck laughs lightly. “I forgot you have easy access to a cock.”

Eddie gives Buck’s pubic mound a kiss, then his clit. He takes the protrusion between his lips. Mouths at it, licking with far more purpose. He covers Buck’s clit with his mouth, sucking it while his tongue teases the tip. He nods a little, trying to combine the suction with a nice amount of friction against his tongue.

Buck moans softly. His heels dig into Eddie’s back. 

Eddie lets him go, kissing the sensitive skin softly. Familiarising himself with Buck’s labia as well as his vagina and t-dick. 

“Fuck, man,” Buck says on an exhale.

Eddie tries a variety of different methods, gauging Buck’s reactions for the best result. 

He starts by flattening his tongue, starting at Buck’s hole and nodding his head up, over his clit and off. He repeats it a few times, listening to the blond’s heavy breathing. How his breath falters and he shivers and sighs. 

Then, Eddie adds just a little extra pressure as he brings his tongue to the underside of Buck’s clit. That gets him a little gasp. 

Beautiful. 

And again. Again. Again. 

Buck’s legs shake ever so slightly. 

Eddie pulls away, the fucking tease, and runs his tongue through Buck’s folds, gathering spit and slick to spread around again. 

“How am I doing?” Eddie asks, peppering smooches up and down Buck’s v-live. 

Buck laughs and covers his eyes with an arm. 

“I am so turned on,” he says. “My crack is so wet, I think it’s going up my back a little.” He reaches between his legs, feeling between his ass cheeks. 

“When I’m done eating your pussy, do you want me to eat your ass?” Eddie lifts Buck’s legs for a look at his other hole. 

“No, that would be cheating,” Buck complains. “You know I like anal. You’re supposed to convince me vaginal doesn’t suck.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and flicks Buck’s clit up with his tongue. 

“You’re such a brat,” Eddie responds, open mouthed. He gets his arms around Buck’s midriff and continues experimenting, continues the flicking of his tongue up and down, then left and right. 

Buck squirms, trying to tell Eddie something, but stuttering through a list of pronouns, “I—I—it, it’s… you—It.” He grabs Eddie’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. “Ngh, good,” Buck spits out. “It’s so sensitive.”

Eddie gives a few more targeted licks. He pulls back Buck’s hood, forms a tiny O with his mouth and sucks. 

“Oh my god,” Buck cries, kicking his legs.Eddie has to stop to laugh. That’s a really, really  good sign. “Fuck.” Buck’s cheeks are red. 

“I definitely know where your clit is,” Eddie jokes, thumbing over said spot.

“I think I can feel every tastebud on your tongue,” Buck says, panting softly. “I can feel my heartbeat in my pussy.”

“I told you I’d know how to get you going.” Eddie smirks and sticks his tongue back out, swirling it around Buck. “And I’m not even sucking you off yet.”

“Please,” Buck says. “I’m going to come while you tease me if you don’t get sucking.” He caresses the back of Eddie’s head, teasing his nape.

Eddie chuckles, swirling his tongue in the other direction. 

He pulls Buck’s butt off of the couch and brings his pussy to his face. 

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” Eddie whispers, forming that O again. “I bet your ex boyfriend never made you feel like this.” He sucks Buck into his mouth, starting a torturous rhythm of intense, direct stimulation, then, just for a moment, nothing. Repeats it to the ticking of his watch.

“Fuck,” Buck cursed again. “Even… even my girlfriends didn’t.” He swallows thickly and chokes back a series of moans. 

Eddie pinches his ass. 

“Stop that,” he complains, suckling Buck. “I’m working hard down here. The least you can do is let me hear you.”

Buck chews his lip, but ultimately lets himself groan loudly. Embarrassingly so, if you ask him. 

Eddie, as a reward, opens his mouth a little wider, sucking up the mass of Buck’s t-dick and a little flesh around it. 

Buck’s legs struggle. He pulls Eddie’s head closer to his pelvis, thrusting gently. 

Eddie holds Buck firmly, keeping him from moving. He quickens his pace, sucking on Buck’s clit with more urgency. 

“Eddie,” Buck cries, eyes rolling back. “Holy shit, it feels so good.”

Eddie introduces his tongue again. Holds Buck in his mouth and rubs him with the muscle. 

Eddie pulls Buck’s hood back as best as he can, trying to get better access to his sensitive nerves. 

Buck’s thighs tighten around Eddie’s head.  His toes curl. 

“Eddie,” he howls, fighting the brunet’s strong grip. Trying to break free and rub himself on Eddie’s mouth. “Yeah—yes! Yes.”

“Definitely found it,” Eddie mumbles around his partner. He squeezes Buck’s tummy with his big, meaty hand. 

Buck arches his back and shakes, feeling his orgasm building in his body. Everything is so red hot that he starts to feel a cool tingling starting from his ass cheeks and expanding up his back. His clit feels like it’s sparking in Eddie’s mouth. 

Buck curls around the pleasure, letting his eyes tear up and his vision blur, almost white. He can’t control his thighs clenching and his feet kicking the coffee table and Eddie’s back. When he comes, failing and shaking so hard it’s like vibrating, he screams for Eddie. Buck can’t tell if it’s loud in real life or if it comes out silently, only echoing in his head. 

Buck feels his hole fluttering as wave after wave crashes over him. He tries to lean into it, but without a finger or two to clench on, no stimulation to his g-spot, it leaves him feeling hollow. 

Eddie only stops when Buck can finally form a full sentence. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie,” he says. “You need to stop or I’ll keep coming.”

Eddie stops, looking casual as ever as he gets up and sits beside Buck. 

“I kinda want to make you keep coming,” he says. “I knew I would make you moan, but I didn’t realise you’d be a screamer.”

Buck slaps Eddie’s arm, gasping. 

“Oh my god, don’t say that,” he begs. “I do not scream. I’m not getting murdered. I say things loudly and consistently.”

Eddie wraps his arms around Buck and leans into his ear. 

“You moan your head off,” Eddie teases, kissing Buck’s jaw. “And you dribble when you’re turned on.”

“Dribble?” Buck questions. “This isn’t basketball.”

“No, I mean, like…” Eddie dips two fingers into Buck’s hole and pulls them out. They’re coated in thick, clear liquid streaked with white. “Your ejaculate dribbled out while you were coming.” The brunet sucks his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. “Your wet tastes really good.”

Buck wishes, for once, he would stop blushing like a fucking virgin. 

“Y’know,” Eddie continues. “I would be perfectly happy to head to bed and eat you out for the rest of the afternoon.” He cups Buck’s pussy, squeezing his lips together. “We don’t have to do penetration if you’re nervous.”

“I am literally dripping because I want you so badly,” Buck says. He kisses Eddie. “I haven’t really felt this before, but when I was orgasming, I wanted your fingers inside me.”

Eddie smirks and licks his lips. 

“And,” Buck whispers. “I was thinking about how, if this is what you can do with just your mouth, you must be really good with the rest of your body.”

Buck takes Eddie’s cock in his hand. He’s flagged a little, but it’s still hot and heavy. 

“I think we should go to your room and stick with the plan.”

Eddie gets to his feet, guiding Buck up with him. 

“That sounds amazing,” he agrees, palming Buck’s ass. “Because my favourite thing, besides eating you out, is about to be fucking you.”

———

Buck and Eddie start almost at the beginning once they’re on Eddie’s bed, except for the fact that Buck is still wet (getting wet again?), leaking between his cheeks and down his thighs, and Eddie is almost completely filled out just from making out. 

Eddie kisses his way to Buck’s neck, pressing his lips to his partner’s pulse point. He cups Buck between the legs again. 

“When you’re ready, I’ll prep you and suck you off a little more,” Eddie says. He dips one finger between Buck’s lips. 

Buck takes a deep breath and laughs. 

“What about you?” He asks, licking his lips. 

“What about me?” Eddie asks. “You mean like do I have condoms? Yeah, in the dresser.” He waves towards the wall the dresser is against. “Lube, too.” He brings his mouth back to Buck’s neck. 

“No,” Buck giggles at Eddie’s teasing hands and lips. “I mean, like, let me make you feel good too. Do you like getting blowjobs? I can give you one.”

“Mmm, who doesn’t like a blowjob?” Eddie asks. He leans back to take a good look at his friend. Pets Buck’s hair. “I bet you look fucking fantastic with a dick in your mouth.”

Buck opens his mouth to reply, but Eddie stops him. Pecks his lips and pinches a nipple. 

“Lie on your belly, Buck,” he orders, pushing the blond off of him. 

Buck crawls down the bed and settles on his stomach. He watches Eddie, expectantly. 

Eddie rises to his knees and holds his dick with one hand, waiting. 

“Well?” He says. “Get over here.”

Buck crawls back up the bed, towards Eddie. Eddie slaps his ass. 

Buck rests on his elbows, head at dick height. He reaches out for Eddie, but Eddie grabs his hand. The brunet waves his dick in front of Buck’s face. 

“You want it?” He asks. Buck nods. 

Eddie smacks his dick against Buck’s right cheek. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Buck says. “I want it.” 

Eddie nods and smacks Buck’s right cheek. He drags his tip over Buck’s skin until it rests against his lips. 

“I wish I could take a picture,” Eddie says. He taps his head over Buck’s lips, foreskin drawn back. There’s a bead of pre forming in his slit. 

Buck opens his mouth, but Eddie shakes his head. 

“Stick your tongue out,” he instructs. Buck does so. Eddie smacks his dick against Buck’s tongue until the droplet of precum lands on it. “Mmm,” Eddie laughs as he hums. “How’s it taste?”

Buck closes his mouth and swallows it. 

“Good,” Buck says. “Salty. Thicker than most guys.”

“My dick or my pre?” Eddie asks. 

“Both.” Buck sticks his tongue out again, slightly pointed. “I already tol’ you, you’re hung.”

“Uh-uh,” Eddie grumbles. “Flat, like mine was when I was licking your clit.” Buck flattens his tongue over his chin, staring up at Eddie. “Good. Now, lick me like I licked you.”

Buck takes Eddie’s cock in his hand and licks from the base to the tip, moving his head instead of his mouth and tongue. He has to tilt his head all the way back, ducking side to side to get everything. He even licks over Eddie’s balls, cock slapping his face. He laps—or as close as he can—the brunet’s tip.

Eddie hums thoughtfully and stops Buck with a hand to the chin. 

“Thank you,” Eddie says. “I’ve always wondered what it feels like for you.”

“I’m not sure it’s the same,” Buck says. He kisses Eddie’s head with a cheeky grin.

“Maybe not, but it still feels good.” Eddie rubs his dick across Buck’s face again, tracking precum. “Now, I’ll give you some artistic license,” he tells his friend. “Maybe fuck your mouth if you’re a good boy.”

With that, Eddie lets Buck take command of his dick, sucking the glans into his mouth and wrapping a hand around the base. Eddie leans over Buck just enough to take a nice look at his ass and give it a few smacks like bongos. 

“You shouldn’t hide this,” Eddie says. “You know, when you wear those loose clothes. Oversized. It makes your ass look flat.” He squeezes each globe in his hands. “You’ve got a perky little butt.”

Buck swirls his tongue around Eddie, between his foreskin and tip, trying to show his appreciation for Eddie’s earlier performance. 

“Or maybe you should hide it. Have something only I know.”

Eddie touches Buck’s thighs. Massages the backs of them. He teases Buck’s pussy with his fingers, light and playful.

Buck takes more of Eddie into his mouth, bobbing his head faster. He drools a little. Buck uses a hand to gather the spit and wank Eddie’s base. 

Eddie grins and spreads Buck’s labia, exposing his vagina to the cool air conditioning.

“I’m going to finger you a little bit, is that okay?” Eddie asks. He looks down at Buck.

Buck nods and pulls off to give a “God, please.” He swallows Eddie back down, hollowing his cheeks.

Eddie smiles and pets his partner’s jaw.

“I’m going to start with one finger, get to two. When two starts feeling good, we’ll switch, okay? I’ll go down on you and we’ll get you prepped,” Eddie explains. “It might burn–”

“I’m not a virgin,” Buck says, mumbling around dick. “I’ve gotten fingered before. Even fucked.”

“And you described it as disappointing,” Eddie recalls. He thrusts into Buck’s mouth once, just to assert a little dominance. “I thought you were the one who asked if my cock could actually feel good.”

Buck makes an embarrassed noise in his throat, ducking down to focus on the thickness in his mouth and hand. 

Eddie tucks a lone finger into Buck, accessing his wetness. He wiggles the finger, trying to get a feel for Buck’s body—where are the sensitive spots? Any pain? Will he need lube right now?

Buck seems comfortable enough, so Eddie runs his fingertip over Buck’s walls in search of his g-spot. The angle isn’t ideal and Eddie doesn’t have great coverage so he adds a second finger.

Buck chokes around Eddie, either pleased or surprised. He sucks firmly, then takes Eddie’s cock into his throat to swallow around it, working his tongue over the vein.

“Good boy,” Eddie encourages the blond. “You’re taking it all so well.”

He uses his wet fingers to give Buck’s clit a couple of strokes before pressing them back into Buck’s body. He curls them quickly, Buck’s hole making a soft wet sound. The blond moans on Eddie.

Buck feels a little tight right at the entrance, but it’s easy to move inside him. Eddie spreads his fingers like two blades of a pair of scissors. He walks his fingers through Buck, reveling in the warm suction.

Any tightness or discomfort quickly fades. Eddie’s fingers might be a little thicker than Buck’s, but it seems that the difference isn’t too significant.

“Oh, two is easy for you, huh?” Eddie says. “I thought you might need to be loosened.”

Buck says something garbled and nonsensical. Eddie assumes it’s another comment about virginity. Eddie swishes his fingers around, making Buck moan. He’s almost certain he’s rubbing the spot. He can definitely reach deeper than Buck would be able to with his own fingers.

“You would do so well with a dildo,” Eddie continues. “I wish I had one. Something kinda thin, long, perfect for prep.” He massages Buck’s clit from inside.

Buck slips Eddie out of his mouth, stroking him with a tight fist.

“I use two fingers when I masturbate,” Buck says. “Sometimes a vibrator.”

Eddie jerks his fingers into Buck’s g-spot, listens to the way he keens without anything blocking his voice.

“So you’re not as penetration averse as you said,” Eddie concludes. Buck shakes his head no.

“I use my fingers or something about four inches long and two fingers wide. I know where my g-spot and prostate are. That’s not nearly the same as taking something…” Buck eyes Eddie’s erection. “How big are you?”

“Do you really wanna know?” Eddie asks. “Because I can tell you, but numbers don’t mean much when it comes to whether or not you’ll have a good time.”

“Do you, like, measure it for fun?” Buck asks. “Because I feel like I’d measure mine and talk about it and do weird stuff with it all the time.”

“It’s not really a novelty to me anymore, but when I was going through puberty, absolutely. I haven’t measured it as an adult so my numbers are probably off, but… y’know, people discuss it. In the army, there were literally contests.” Eddie laughs and removes his fingers. He flips Buck onto his back. “I didn’t like to join in, but the other guys saw me naked so… I usually didn’t have a choice.”

“You mean you would get hard and compare dicks?” Buck asks. “Did you ever win?”

“Hard, soft, comparing length, girth. Whatever anyone thought they’d win at. I beat most guys, but some people couldn’t get it all the way up with a crowd watching so the competition wasn’t always that competitive.” Eddie laughs and slinks down between Buck’s legs. “I never had issues.”

“Are you saying you’re an exhibitionist?” Buck questions. He spreads his legs and licks his lips. “Becuase I would definitely let someone watch.”

“Nah, I just mean I was gay. Jerking off around dudes was easy.” Eddie kisses Buck’s mons pubis and nips the skin. “But I’d definitely watch you get yourself off. I could even be convinced to let someone watch us do it.”

Buck smiles down at Eddie.

Eddie sticks out his tongue and licks Buck’s hole. He pops two fingers back in.

“I think you like showing off,” the blond says. “You would describe how you fuck while fucking me.”

“Might be hard to believe, but I usually don’t talk much in bed,” Eddie says. He sucks up Buck’s clit and spits it out. “Then again, I’m not usually banging a hot guy.”

Buck smacks at Eddie, rolling his eyes.

“Has gay sex been living up to your expectations?” Buck jokes.

Eddie hums and kisses Buck’s labia, rubbing each lip.

“Exceeds expectations,” Eddie assures Buck. “I love eating your pussy. You’re good at sucking dick. And I’m pretty sure the fucking is going to be amazing. I am incredibly turned on by the idea of being your first.”

“You aren’t my first. Or even in the first ten,” Buck says. “Maybe even the first fifty to a hundred who’ll put something in there.”

“But I’ll be the first to make it feel so good, and that’s what matters,” Eddie argues. He crooks his fingers the way he knows Buck responds to. “Are you ready for three?”

“I’m waiting on you, bud,” Buck sasses, crossing his arms. 

Eddie takes the cue. He works his ring finger in alongside the middle and index. He can feel the resistance. Buck groans and makes a face like he’s confused.

“Uncomfortable?” Eddie asks.

“It’s… it burns a little,” Buck says. “I can feel my hole stretching.”

“It’ll be more intense with a dick. Is it bearable right now?” Eddie asks. “I know it’s a little awkward.

“It’s not bad,” Buck says. “Just weird.”

Eddie beams and kisses Buck’s clit gently.

Buck breathes loudly, shifting on Eddie’s fingers. He bears down. Tries bending each leg. Lifts and lowers his hips. 

“Are you squirming because you’re uncomfortable?” Eddie asks. “If it’s too much, we can start with your fingers.”

“No, no.” Buck shakes his head. “It’s not that. I just, like… assumed you might be fingering me a little more.”

“I can’t really do much but stretch you out on three,” Eddie explains. He spreads his fingers and brings them back together. Tries to curl them. He can’t reach much of anything. “But if it’s not so bad… Maybe I could interest you in cunnilingus and two-digit fingerbanging?”

Eddie takes his ring finger out and stretches his middle and index freely, putting them in deep enough to feel good. 

Buck nods.

“Can you suck on my clit and do the tongue thing?” Buck asks.

Eddie responds with actions instead of words. He forms that O with his mouth again, slurping Buck up, and does the tongue thing while his fingers work through Buck.

Eddie loves how responsive Buck is with his sighing and mewling. Sometimes, people can be hard to read in bed, but Buck… he’s a bit of an open book. 

When he likes what Eddie’s doing he says, “yes, yes, yes,” and “more,” and “like that!” When he’s not… well, Eddie hasn’t done anything Buck hasn’t liked, but Buck has made requests like, “press harder,” when Eddie wasn’t fingering him quite how he wanted and, “don’t stop the tongue thing,” when Eddie stopped to take a breath. 

It makes it very easy to bring Buck right back to the edge, kicking and squirming under Eddie. 

“Hey, be careful,” Eddie warns Buck after nearly taking a knee to the temple. “You’re going to knock me out!”

“I’m sorry!” Buck apologies, hooking his arms under his knees. Eddie swallows Buck down again, creating an upbeat rhythm with the suction and press of his fingers. “Fuck, Eddie, oh, ngh.”

Eddie nods a little, taking more of Buck. He covers his labia minora, stimulating every sensitive inch of the blond. Buck gulps down air, shouting it back out. He rocks against Eddie, making the brunet’s mouth a constant and trying to get his fingers deeper. 

“Shit, Daddy,” Buck cries. He turns his head to the side, eyes crossing. “Boutta—‘bout to—hhhhgh,” he grunts. 

Eddie rubs this tongue over Buck’s dick. He points it and dips his tongue into the hood, licking the nerves directly as he slurps. His fingers massage Buck’s g-spot to the same pace. 

Buck’s legs scramble for purchase on the bed. He accidentally tugs Eddie’s hair, holding his skull tight. Buck’s body quivers as he comes again, the same icy heat shooting through his veins. 

Unlike before, a little bit of squirt rushes from Buck’s body. Nothing more than a thimbleful, but he squeaks in embarrassment.

“Shit,” he groans. “S-sorry,” he whimpers, fighting for coherence. 

“Aw,” Eddie chuckles. “Did you squirt a little for me?”

Eddie licks Buck’s squirt from his pussy and ass crack, then his own hand. 

“Fuck,” Buck curses, dribbling a little more. “I’m not—“

“Buck,” Eddie says firmly. He kisses Buck’s urethra. “You’re so fucking hot. Stop apologising.” The brunet climbs beside his partner. Gives Buck a loving, genuine smile. “I’m attracted to you and everything your body does in bed.”

“Yeah, but… It’s like I just peed myself,” Buck complains. He crosses his thighs with a pout. 

“I guess it comes from the same hole, but it’s definitely not pee,” Eddie argues. He ducks down and inhales the scent of Buck’s squirt from the bedsheets, then licks them. “It tastes watery and it smells fresh and delicious.”

“Eddie, don’t,” Buck begs, pulling Eddie back beside him. “Delicious?”

“Believe it or not, because I’m into you, I like all the liquids coming from your body and the taste of them and touching them,” Eddie insists, licking his fingers like someone would after touching a melted chocolate bar. “I’m guessing you haven’t had a guy say that before. Maybe even had one say something that made you think the opposite.”

“You’re just gonna make fun of me if I bring it up,” Buck claims. He hides his face in Eddie’s neck. 

“I might make fun of you for saying ro-day-o instead of rodeo, but I’d never tease you ‘cause some guy was a jackass,” Eddie says, holding Buck tight. “I might, however, ridicule him.”

Buck groans and wraps his arms and legs around Eddie like a koala. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise,” Eddie agrees. “I’ll even pinky swear.”

“When Tommy and I had sex, I couldn’t get off almost every time. But once… I was riding him and asked if he could rub my clit because I finally felt close,” Buck begins, pausing for dramatic effect. “I started squirting before I came and he pushed me off and told me he didn’t have a piss kink.” Buck exhales through his mouth, trilling his lips. “Didn’t come that night.”

Eddie laughs, but quickly cuts himself off and apologises. 

“I’m laughing at him, not you,” Eddie assures Buck. “It’s a natural body function. I love making my partners squirt.” 

Buck looks Eddie in the eye, judging for himself whether or not Eddie is telling the truth. From everything the brunet has been saying and doing, Buck can tell it’s true. 

“And if you were coming so hard you pissed yourself, then I’d have a newfound watersports kink,” Eddie adds in.

Buck groans and rubs a hand over his face. 

“Don’t be gross. I’m not incontinent,” Buck says. He nudges Eddie’s leg with his own. “We’re supposed to be dirty talking, not trauma dumping and discussing pee.”

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. 

“You mean you’re not gushing over my chivalry?” 

“No,” Buck says. He sits up against the backboard and gives Eddie an unamused look. “If it’s possible, I’m still horny.”

Eddie slips off the bed, unwinding Buck’s arms, and strides over to his dresser. 

“Is that my cue to get things going?” He opens a small drawer and sticks his hand under the ocean of socks inside. “Do you prefer ribbed condoms or ultra thin?”

“You don’t need to wear one. I can’t get pregnant,” Buck says. “I take birth control and I haven’t had a period since I started testosterone.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, pulling out a small bottle of lube. “I don’t mind wearing them. It’s safer. Lowers risks of cervical cancer.”

“Because STDs can cause reproductive cancer, not because they’re magic,” Buck says. “I know I don’t have anything and I trust you don’t since the last time you didn’t use protection, you had a kid.”

“Not that I wanna get into it, but I was wearing a condom,” Eddie corrects Buck. “But you’re right. I got tested after that needle-wielding TV chef jabbed me. I’m clean unless you’re allergic to nutella or raspberry jam.”

Buck laughs and makes grabby hands at Eddie. 

“I remember her. She made the best croissants. It’s a shame she went to prison.”

Eddie kneels between Buck’s legs, nudging his thighs open. 

“I don’t feel too bad. She tried to jelly fill me,” Eddie grumbles. “The needle wasn't even sharp.”

Buck pulls Eddie in for a kiss. Eddie bites Buck’s bottom lip. Travels to his jaw, mouthing at Buck’s stubble. The brunet sucks the soft skin on Buck’s neck, tweaking his nipples.

“Eddie,” Buck pleads. “You’re going to give me a hickey.” It’s more of an observation than a complaint. 

Eddie stops teasing Buck’s neck anyway. 

He takes a deep breath, smiling to himself. 

“I think we should start with missionary so you can adjust,” the brunet says. “When you’ve been with guys, what positions have you tried?”

“Usually doggy,” Buck says. “Missionary a couple times. Cowboy once. I like all three when I’m with women or alone.”

Eddie nods, humming as he opens the lube. 

“I know you’re wet, but I think extra slick will help,” he explains. “Did you usually use it with your ex-boyfriend?”

“It’s funny. You hate saying his name,” Buck comments. “Sometimes we did. Sometimes not. Mostly when we were doing anal.”

“I find it crazy that he put it in your butt instead of learning how to do his job,” Eddie says. He coats his erection generously, his breath hitching at the touch. He taps his tip against Buck’s clit. “Look at our boys.”

“I think mine might be a girl,” Buck jokes. “She’s a runt.”

Eddie unhoods Buck and rubs his dick over the man. 

“I don’t care what you call her,” he says.

The two of them moan as Eddie tap, tap, taps their heads together. 

Then, he drags his glans down between Buck’s lips. Gives his pussy a little smack with his cock. 

“You know it might not feel good at first,” Eddie warns Buck, but Buck holds his hand up to stop Eddie. 

“I know it’s going to feel weird. And I’m familiar with the difference between that weirdness and pain,” he assures the brunet. “I’ll let you know if anything is wrong.”

“Good.” Eddie wiggles his hips, positioning himself at Buck’s entrance. “I’ll start with the tip.”

“You’re stalling,” Buck complains, taking a hold of Eddie. He guides his thick, hard cock past his hole. 

Eddie takes over, situating the first three or so inches inside and stopping. Buck has his eyes closed and his hands balled up. He’s cringing. 

“Painful?” Eddie asks. “You might have had sex before, but I could still break your hymen—“

“My hymen is fine,” Buck says. He’s breathing deeply, slowly. “It’s just, like, a lot. I’ve never taken anything this big.”

“I wish that didn’t stroke my ego,” Eddie whispers. “I am having pervy thoughts.”

“Mm, well. Your penis is…” Buck gulps and holds his hips still. “Wow, Eddie, it just… it feels really big. Like, it’s already pretty deep—”

“If this is all you want, if you want less—”

“No, no, I’m just…” Buck exhales out of his mouth. “I am so turned on by the idea of taking it all. I want to have your balls touch my ass and my clit in your pubes.”

“You will,” Eddie says. “I’ll make you feel good, baby.” He snakes himself just a little deeper. Buck gasps and shakes his head. 

“Fuck, it burns a little.”

“If you try to relax… you’re clenching a little. It might feel better.”

Buck wills his body to listen to his brain, relaxing every muscle from his toes to his fingertips, including his pelvis.

Eddie sinks in until he reaches Buck’s cervix. Not quite balls deep, but perfect nonetheless. 

Buck wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, blinking his eyes open until they’re staring pupil to pupil. Eddie connects their mouths, letting Buck sigh and gurgle into a searing kiss. He caresses Buck’s clitorous with two fingers. 

The brunet slips his tongue into Buck’s mouth, using his whole body to stimulate the blond deep and slow. Buck kisses back with a ferocious hunger, panting as he tastes Eddie. Their tongues and lips and cheeks tingle, warm blood rushing up to tint their skin pink and rushing down to fill their erections. Eddie jerks Buck’s t-dick off, trying to keep him interested. 

Buck’s body accepts Eddie in time, rocking on him as the burn dissipates. It takes sucking in air and soul kissing a dozen times before anything starts feeling good. 

Then, suddenly, it does. 

It feels good. 

“Eddie,” Buck whispers. “I think, uh, you should move.”

As Eddie grinds into Buck, it feels really good. 

“Fuck,” Eddie moans. “Jesus, baby, you’re tight.”

“Yes, sir,” Buck says. “Gah—good god, Eddie.”

Eddie rolls his hips gently, watching Buck’s face for any sign of discomfort. His jaw is slack and his eyes are shiny. That’s a man in pleasure if Eddie’s ever seen one. 

“Tell me how you feel,” Eddie says. He takes Buck’s hands in his, tucking them to the blond’s chest. 

“It’s…” Buck moves his mouth like he can’t figure out how to form the words. “Good.”

Eddie laughs freely, smooching Buck’s face. He tries something new, pulling out so only the tip is in the easing back towards Buck’s cervix. 

Buck grunts in Eddie’s face, eyes turning white. 

“Good boy,” Eddie praises Buck. “You’re doing so well, baby. Taking me so well.”

“Yeah,” Buck moans. “Daddy, it’s so thick.”

Eddie chuckles and speeds up a little bit, his balls thumping Buck’s ass. 

“Oh, you like flattering me,” he says. “You like a man in charge?”

Buck nods, spreading out for Eddie, knees up. His skin is a creamy white colour in the morning sunlight. His blond hair almost gives him a glowing aura.

“Ngh, uh-huh,” he pants. “Like that, Daddy.”

Eddie holds Buck under the knees. He thrusts harder, letting his body set the rhythm. 

Their joined skin makes a wet, well fucked noise with every move. 

“Do you like this? My dick on your cervix?” Eddie questions, stroking deep. 

“Yeah,” Buck responds. “I’m so sensitive. Your cock… feels s’good.”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie agrees. “My cock feels great inside you, too.”

Buck mewls and calls Eddie by that dirty nickname again, “Daddy.”

“This pussy feels so good, sweetheart,” Eddie says. He pulls out just to pound back firmly. “I want to watch you play with yourself. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Buck chokes out. He licks his fingers, drool spilling out, and brings them down to his clit, rubbing away. “Oh fuck.”

“There you go. There’s my good boy, Buck,” Eddie moans. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” Buck gasps. “I love playing with my pussy for you, Daddy.”

“Fuck, dude,” Eddie croaks. “Oh my god, that is so hot. You’re gonna make me come.”

Buck rubs his clit faster, fucking himself on Eddie. Eddie matches his pace. 

“Come,” Buck pleads. “Fuck, put your load in me.”

“Oh my god, Buck,” Eddie grunts with every thrust. “Holy fuck, baby.”

“Harder,” Buck asks. “Fuck me harder.”

Eddie ruts into his partner, chasing both of their highs. 

Their bodies meld perfectly, sweat and flesh and breath combining like milk into eggs, sugar into flour, mixing the wet with the dry. 

If Buck were in his right mind, he’d finish the baking metaphor. Something about a cake or putting a bun in his oven or…

But both men are boiling over with pleasure, their bodies shaking with it. 

Eddie’s hips stutter and whatever kind word he had for Buck doesn’t make it out of his mouth. His face burns red, ass clenching, cock pulsing with every spurt as he fills Buck. 

Buck gulps down air, staring into Eddie’s eyes while his body takes and takes. 

“So good for me,” Eddie breathes. He rakes himself through Buck. Doesn’t look away, doesn’t hesitate. “My good boy. My beautiful boy.”

“Eddie,” Buck whispers. “Oh fuck.”

Eddie pushes Buck’s damp hair off of his forehead. He hushes the man. 

“I know. I know, you feel so good,” Eddie says softly. “Have you ever been creampied?”

Buck shakes his head no, eyes big. His mouth hangs open. 

“It feels good for me. Does it feel good for you?” Eddie asks. With every thrust, their bodies squelch. 

“Mmmm—Hgh—Uh-huh,” Buck hums. “Oh my god.” His blue eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. His lips are chewed and spit slick. His neck blooming red where Eddie marked him. “It’s never—never felt like this.”

Eddie laughs and kisses Buck with all the love he can muster. He pushes the blond’s hand away from his pussy, taking over.

“Are you,” Buck starts, choking on his words. “Are you getting soft? I can’t feel you as much…”

“I am, yeah, sorry,” Eddie apologises. “But I should be good to go again if I don’t pull out.”

“No, no, don’t stop,” Buck begs, grabbing Eddie’s hips. “I feel like I could actually come from this.”

“Good,” Eddie says. He uses his thumb to rub Buck’s clit and lips, jerking his hips up to stimulate his g and a spots. “I can keep a partial and get there again if you wanna go a few rounds.”

“Fuck,” Buck grumbles, shaking his head. 

“You might feel less because… there’s a lot of lubrication,” Eddie continues. “Used to happen to Sh—my ex when she squirted.” He dips his middle finger into the hood, pressing insistently.

Buck lurches forward, grabbing at Eddie. 

“Eddie, you’re getting me too close.”

“Wanna try something?” Eddie asks. “It might make you feel really good.”

Buck nods, whining with every thrust of Eddie’s hips and circulation of his fingers.

Eddie slows down. He wipes his forehead so his sweat doesn’t drip on Buck. He takes one of Buck’s ankles in one hand, presses his belly with the other. 

“Okay, cross this leg…” Eddie brings Buck’s right leg over his left. Buck moans, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes getting wide.

“Fuck, that feels really good,” Buck says, mouth staying open. “Oh my god, why does that feel so good?”

Eddie strokes Buck’s clit and grinds his hips, going slowly.

“I think… I’m touching your spot more… or something,” Eddie guesses. “It gets you tighter on me, too.”

“How will I know when you’re ready?” Buck asks. He bears down, grasping what’s left inside of him.

“It’ll feel like before. I’ll, y’know, get bigger. Harder.” Eddie grunts and bends over Buck. “Thank god I have a short refractory period,” he whispers, chuckling to himself. “I don’t know how I could go without this pussy. I wasn’t done with you.”

“What does pussy feel like?” Buck asks. “Can you… can you describe it?”

Eddie nods. He lets his head hang, focusing on the feeling of Buck around him.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know if I’m going to come soft or if you’re getting me hard already,” Eddie says, canting his pelvis. “Your pussy… your pussy is tight at the entrance. It’s always tightest there. Inside is soft and mushy and viscous feeling, but the rim is like… harder to open up. When I was fingering you, I could feel your pubic bone. And if I pressed back.” He presses his dick down, against the back wall of Buck’s pussy. “It felt different. I could tell your asshole was back there.” He inhales and continues the scooping motion with his hips, his flooding cock rubbing against the front wall again. “Deeper, it’s kind of like getting suctioned, but there’s no pressure. Like… like an erection feels like this ache. And I can feel my dick pulse with my heartbeat. When it’s inside you, everything sort of just balances out and flows. There’s no more ache, just relief. Getting hard and getting close to coming feel similar… there’s a tingle,” Eddie explains. “What’s it like for you?”

“For me,” Buck says, swallowing. “Arousal is different. My clit might tingle, but it’s more like my whole body is warm. I can’t tell that I’m wet, but my hole feels hotter. And it’s like a buzz up my spine, when it comes on suddenly. When someone rubs my clit, it’s like being tickled in a good way. It’s like a little zap that I wish was constant.” He adjusts his bent leg, resting his right foot on his left knee. “Penetration is weird ‘cause… if it doesn’t feel good, it kinda just feels like… like if you stuck your finger in your cheek. You know the inside is wet, you know something is moving, but it’s like touching any other body part. If it does feel good, it’s like an extension of your clit. It feels… shimmery.” Buck pauses and closes his eyes. “Like light traveling over a pile of glitter, but the glitter is your g-spot.”

“I would ask what a vaginal orgasm feels like, but I know you haven’t had one yet,” Eddie teases, kissing Buck’s shoulder. He pulls out of Buck to spread the combination of his cum and Buck’s wet over his head, then slips back in. “Mmm, definitely getting hard.”

“What do you mean getting?” Buck asks with a gasp. “It feels… feels hard to me.” Eddie laughs and goes back to fucking Buck gently. “It’s… it’s like I’m getting stretched again, but. Good. Really good.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “I bet it feels good.” He bites his lip and rolls his hips. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Buck echoes. He blinks rapidly. “Holy fuck, Eddie, what—what are you doing?”

Eddie grabs Buck’s wrists and pins them above his head. He rocks harder, making them both moan. 

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie whispers. “Fuck, baby, you’re making me throb.” The bed creaks with their movement, Buck’s hole making that wet clucking noise again. “Good boy. Get me hard.”

Buck isn’t sure what exactly he can do to make Eddie get hard faster, just that he can feel his partner’s thick heaviness pervading his body, bringing that sparkly glittery feeling with it.

“Oh shit,” Buck gawks. “Holy fuck, it’s thicker than I remember.”

“Yeah? Feels nice and big like this?” Eddie asks. “How does my come feel? Got you nice and wet?”

“Yes,” Buck agrees. “It’s… it’s amazing. My pussy feels so good, Daddy.”

“Mhm.” Eddie smirks, dirty and a little mean. “Never had someone call me daddy.” He laughs once. “Say it again, Evan.”

“Daddy,” Buck coos, staring into Eddie’s eyes. “Your cock feels so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie encourages the blond. “Yeah, I like that. Are you a good boy for Daddy?”

“Yes, sir,” Buck says, head bouncing with every thrust. “Please, fuck me harder.”

“Who should fuck you harder?” Eddie asks. “Tommy?”

“No, no,” Buck cries. “You, Daddy.” He reaches for his groin, but Eddie roughly digs his fingers into Buck’s clit.

“So what do you say, Evan?” Eddie questions. “What do you say to me?”

“Please fuck me harder, Daddy,” Buck wails, pressing his head into the pillows and headboard behind him. “Oh my fucking god, Daddy.”

“Good boy, Buck,” Eddie praises. He flicks Buck’s clit around and pounds into him, skin slapping. Every time their bodies get close, Eddie’s pubes tickle Buck’s lips and clit. If they pressed themselves together, stomach to stomach, Eddie wouldn’t even have to use his hands.

“Ngh, oh god,” Buck moans. “Oh fuck. Getting close.”

Eddie dips down and kisses Buck. He rests his weight on the blond, crushing his hand between them. Buck ruts his clit against the pressure. He tries to kiss back, but his tongue feels heavy and his whole body is quaking. 

Buck shudders, unable to do anything but be kissed and fucked and writhe in the pleasure. Eddie’s cock goes from feeling amazing to feeling magical. Buck cries into Eddie’s mouth, his eyes watery and glossy.

Eddie only breaks the kiss to hear Buck say his name.

“Fuck me,” Buck begs. “Fuck, Eddie.”

Eddie knows he’s getting rough, but he also knows Buck is right on the edge and his pussy just feels so good, getting tight and quivering. He hits it hard and fast, grunting under his breath.

“I’m going to make you come like this,” Eddie promises, “Then make you take my cock alone. Pound it till you come like that, too.”

Buck makes some sort of desperate noise, clinging to Eddie.

Both of their hands end up between his legs, six fingers and one dick working him to a mind-numbing orgasm. Eddie can see the exact moment it hits, when Buck’s eyes roll back so far he has to close his eyes and he howls until his voice gives out and his body convulses, legs lifting and tensing up. Eddie pets Buck’s hair through the waves, observing how he twitches and whimpers, pussy pulsing around him.

Buck gasps for air, like a dead man returning to life, eyes snapping open.

“Holy fuck, Eddie, I felt that in my hole,” Buck says. “Oh my god, I still feel it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Because I was serious.” He stands up on his knee, only touching Buck where their bodies are connected. “I wanna make you come just from penetration.”

“I don’t think my body can do that,” Buck says. “But if you’re promising me another orgasm of any kind, I absolutely want it.” 

Eddie rubs his hands together and licks his lips.

“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to try this,” he says. “It’s easier if I’m behind you. Do you wanna try doggy or reverse cowboy or spoons?” He pops out of Buck, dragging his jizz and a dollop of Buck’s ejaculate with it. “Ooh, fuck,” Eddie says. He rubs his cum over Buck’s pussy. “Look how creamy you are.”

“I wish I could see,” Buck complains. He tries to look at himself, craning his neck and lifting a leg. “I love in porn when you see how juicy pussies look at the end.”

Eddie nods, slapping his cock over Buck’s slick, fucked out cunt.

“It’s like glue and eggwhites,” Eddie describes. “I’m not sure if it’s your cum or mine, but…” Eddie gathers some of the thickest, whitest on his tip and dips it inside Buck. “We made our own lube.”

“I already make my own,” Buck whispers, tongue between his teeth. “You were saying something about positions… and spoons?”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie drags his cock through every fold, nut spreading across Buck’s labia and down over his hole.

“You wanna hit it from the back,” Buck continues to remind his partner.

“Right… depends how you wanna do it. If you sit in my lap. I can fuck you like that. Or you can kneel or lie down… we can spoon. I like spooning.”

“I like spooning, too,” Buck agrees. He presses his knuckles to Eddie’s abdomen, feeling his firm muscles and wiry hair. “Tell me what to do.”

Eddie lies on his side next to Buck and rolls the man onto his left so Buck’s back is to his chest.

“Get comfortable like this, okay?” Eddie instructs. He throws a leg over Buck’s hip. “I’m going to start slowly. Let me know if I need to stop.”

Eddie guides his cock back into Buck’s body. He rocks inside him, using the leg over Buck to pin him close.

Buck reaches back towards Eddie, a hand resting on his ribs. His fingers curl with every delicious thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” Buck cries. “God, it’s even better like this.”

Eddie presses his base up against Buck’s entrance, stimulating his anus and perineum. It gets Buck moaning and moaning and moaning.

“How does it feel?” Eddie asks. “Do you think you could get there like this?”

“I don’t know. Fuck,” Buck keens, tucking his chin to his chest. “It’s so intense… I feel so wet.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “Yeah, you’re pussy is… what word did you use? Juicy? It’s getting really juicy,” the brunet laughs. “I don’t think this is what Father Bryan meant when he said I should drink juice.”

“W-what?” Buck questions, squeezing the skin over Eddie’s ribs. “God, fuck, Eddie.”

Eddie, tempted as he might be, doesn’t speed up. He keeps a consistent rhythm, enough to make Buck’s body shiver and beg for him, but not enough to overstimulate him.

“I like hearing your voice,” Eddie admits. “Be a good boy. Keep talking to me.” He traces his fingertips over Buck’s chest again, thumbs and forefingers finding two erect nipples.

“And say what?” Buck asks, tilting his head back over Eddie’s arm. “My head is… empty.”

“That’s a first,” Eddie teases. He pinches Buck’s sensitive skin while gliding over each sensitive spot inside his canal. “Normally, you have a lot to say.”

“Mmmm,” Buck hums, exhaling through his nose. “Right now… my brain’s going… cock, cock, cock, cock, cock. Give me your cock. I like your cock. I want more cock. Your cock feels so good. Your cock is so big.”

“Oh, go on,” Eddie whispers. “I like where you’re going with this.” He presses deep inside Buck. His foot, the one hanging over Buck, presses into the mattress, giving Eddie a little more leverage.

“It’s also going, like…” Buck trails off, panting. 

He sucks in a deep breath. 

Collects himself.

“It’s going, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Buck says. “I want Daddy on top of me. I want Daddy inside me. I want Daddy to hold me. Daddy knows how to touch my pussy. Daddy is making me his. Daddy says I’m a good boy.”

“Oh, you are such a sub,” Eddie says, licking his teeth. “I should have seen that coming. Mommy and daddy issues. Problem with authority, but follows strong men around like a puppy. Attention whore.”

Buck squeaks when Eddie pinches his nipples at the same time, driving in just a little rougher to prove a point.

“Yes, sir,” Buck responds jokingly.

“Is that the way you talk to Daddy?” Eddie asks. He bites the shell of Buck’s ear. “Don’t you wanna make me proud?”

“Shit, Eddie,” Buck mewls. “This is like the wet dream I keep having.”

“You have a recurring wet dream?” Eddie questions, licking his lips. “Am I in it?”

“Yeah,” Buck admits. “Yeah, it’s always about you. I can’t speak, but you can read my mind, so you’re telling me, like… my thoughts. But from your perspective.”

“And how is that wet?” Eddie laughs, giving his hips a shake. “Do we mind meld and you spontaneously orgasm?”

“I’m riding you and you’re stroking my clit. But, like hard. Like I’m bouncing on you and it’s the best I’ve ever had. And your fingers are all over me, flicking it like a joystick. You’re calling yourself Daddy, but it’s all of my dirty thoughts. You nut inside of me and I start coming, squirting like crazy. Then, I wake up and I’m covered in squirt. Sometimes I wake up mid-O.”

“That’s so hot,” Eddie growls. “I wish I could wake up in your squirt.” Without meaning to, Eddie pounds Buck harder, his pussy making a wet fapping sound against Eddie’s pelvis.

“Jesus Christ,” Buck shouts. “Oh my god, you might actually make me come.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks genuinely. “Can you feel it?”

“Oh my god, yeah,” Buck says. “Don’t stop. Fuck me just like that.”

Eddie holds fast, using his weight instead of just his hips to keep the pace even.

“Do you like the feeling of Daddy’s cock on your g-spot?” Eddie asks. “Becuase Daddy loves rubbing your spot.”

“Keep going,” Buck begs. His eyelids droop. A tiny amount of liquid dribbles out of him. “Keep going, Daddy. Don’t stop.”

“I bet you’d let me work this pussy all day. Would you be a good boy for Daddy? Let me use your pussy however I want all day long?” Eddie teases, kissing the back of Buck’s neck. “Does it turn you on when Daddy talks like that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Buck babbles. “Yes, sir.”

Eddie laughs meanly and gives Buck’s pecs a hard squeeze.

“Daddy would invite all his friends over to see you, Buck,” Eddie says. “Would you let my friends watch Daddy fill your pussy up?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Buck answers.

“Would you let Daddy’s friends take turns?” Eddie asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” Buck gasps, fucking himself on Eddie.

“Daddy wouldn’t,” Eddie says. “You’re all mine, Buck. Can you say that? You’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” Buck promises.

“I’d make them watch, hard in their pants, while I use your little pink hole. Turn it white with my come. Do you like when Daddy comes inside you, Buck?”

“Yes,” Buck moans. “Yes, Daddy. Don’t stop.” His legs shake, clit and vagina pulsing. 

“How do you feel, baby?” Eddie checks in again. “Think you might be able to come?”

“I’m so close,” Buck chokes out. “Jesus fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Eddie swears, hugging Buck. “Want it a little harder?”

“Yes, yeah, yes,” Buck pleads. “I like it hard.”

“I’ve noticed,” Eddie says. He reams Buck’s hole, using firm, focused thrusts to his sweet spots instead giving him a fast pounding.

Buck wails in pleasure, bending at the knees.

“Oh, I like that,” Eddie whispers, licking Buck’s nape. “You’re gonna make me come, too, making sounds like that.”

Buck, embarrassed and horny and so impossibly owned, calls out for Eddie again.

“Ngh, ughh—don’t stop, Daddy. Eddie. Eddie, s’good,” Buck cries. “It’s coming.”

“Good boy,” Eddie growls, snapping his hips. “I feel it, too.”

Buck chants Eddie’s name like a prayer. He tilts his head every which way, like he might be able to view his own pleasure.

“It’s coming,” he warns again.

Eddie wants to laugh. Tell Buck it isn’t doing anything, you’re coming. But it is coming. They both feel it. Buck is burning up in Eddie’s arms and Eddie feels pure, concentrated orgasmic power gathering at the base of his cock. They’re both teetering on the edge of something wicked and beautiful.

“Eddie,” Buck cries. “Oh, Eddie.” It hits like a train into a brick wall. Buck’s body writhes, running to and away from itself, every violent shake another tidal wave. His orgasm rushes out in hot, soaking gushes. 

It’s all Eddie can do to get his hands on Buck, thumb rubbing his clit before Eddie, too, is drowning in pleasure.

Both of their bodies quiver as they spend themselves, messy and noisy, flailing their way through two intense orgasms.

Eddie, despite going over second, regains awareness first. He finds his lower half wet, his fingers pruning up as he massages the blond, and Buck still flowing, screaming indistinctly, although Eddie knows it’s for him. Eddie can’t tell if it’s his own come leaking out around his cock or Buck’s squirt, but he feels something dripping down his balls and thighs. He touches it, bringing it to his mouth to lick from his fingers.

Buck, panting and blinking and unsteady, follows the movement as best as he can. Eddie reaches back between their aching bodies. Collects more. He brings the mix of squirt and ejaculate (both male and female) and arousal fluid to Buck’s mouth. Buck grounds himself by suckling Eddie’s fingers, holding his big hand in two of his.

Buck finally releases Eddie’s hand after his mouth gets dry.

Eddie shakes his head like a dog shakes water from its fur. He stretches his body, back and arms and legs. He keeps his softening penis inside of Buck. Semen pools around Buck’s rim. Even conscious of the world around them again, they lie there dumbfounded. At a loss for words. 

How do you start a conversation with your best friend of nearly a decade after sleeping with him? 

No, not just sleeping with him. And not just a friend. 

What do you say to your best friend of nearly a decade, whom you’ve been pining after for months, maybe over a year, after having some of the best sex of your life in the middle of the day in the middle of the week? After filling him with your seed twice and making him taste it, the combination of your bodies’ spendings.

Eddie decides he has no idea, so he spoons Buck, holding the blond tight to his chest, face resting on his shoulder. 

Buck shifts, trying to look at Eddie. Eddie’s cock slips out, leaving a puddle of hot nut inside of the blond.

Eddie loosens his grip. He lets Buck settle on his back, looking up at Eddie. Eddie smiles down at him, warm and familiar. It’s funny how quickly they can go from fucking like rabbits to this. Whatever this is.

“You have to promise me,” Buck begins, ending Eddie’s cluelessness. “We’ll do that again.”

“We’ll do that again,” Eddie says. “Whenever you want.”

“I think I need a man to make me orgasm on his dick everyday,” Buck says. “If you’re not against it.”

“Of course not—I mean, of course I will,” Eddie says. “I think this whole thing is mutually beneficial.”

“You make it sound like a business deal,” Buck complains. He touches Eddie’s face. Fingers feeling scruff. His hands smell like vagina. Eddie knows his hands do, too.

“If you want to think of it that way, you can,” Eddie says. He closes his eyes. Buck feathers his fingertips over the lids. “We can write a sex contract. Friends with benefits, coworkers doing cock work, fuck buddies.”

“Boy besties. Lovers. Boyfriends. Soulmates,” Buck lists as a counter offer. “Unless you’re not into that.”

“No!” Eddie clutches Buck’s hands. They’re both damp and pruny. “No, I am very into that.”

The two men laugh happily. Buck lifts his head, bringing his lips to Eddie’s. Eddie, for once, lets Buck lead. Soft, full lips pecking his. Parting them to lick across the seam of Eddie’s mouth. Warm, damp tongues bumping. Unhurried and uninterested in anything but the current moment. They taste like sex, but more than that, they taste like Buck.

If Eddie had to describe the way Buck kisses, he’d describe, instead, what it’s like to eat a lava cake. Soft and tender on the outside, with a rich molten centre. A deep, pervasive core that coats your mouth in luscious chocolate. As you eat it, your mouth waters for more. In some ways, it’s familiar and nostalgic. The kind of treat you got as a child at a chain restaurant for some reasonable number plus point-99. But they’re addictive. Sweet cake and dark chocolate. Vanilla ice cream melting into it. 

Eddie would say, then, that kissing Buck is like being the melting vanilla ice cream or like eating something that coats and burns your tongue in a way you can’t get enough of. A burn that stays with you and reminds you of what goodness you had.

Buck breaks the kiss to tell Eddie, “You’re really good at that. I love kissing you.” But Eddie isn’t sure if he should start up with his cake metaphor, so he smooches Buck once and grins. 

“You’re good at it, too,” Eddie says. “I could kiss you all day.”

Buck giggles and hides his face in Eddie’s neck. Acting shy after the morning they’ve had. Eddie could die.

“You make me feel like a teenage girl,” Buck whispers. “And I was a teenage girl. Kinda.”

“I thought you hated being a girl of any kind,” Eddie says. He cards his fingers through Buck’s curls. 

“There are good parts. Crushes, not wearing pants all the time, frolicking,” Buck lists. “The camaraderie between women.”

“And you did a lot of frolicking?” Eddie asks, resting his chin on Buck’s chest.

“Of course. It’s a requirement. Teenage girl homework: One set of talking about crushes, five city blocks of high-heel walking, and an hour of frolicking,” Buck jokes. “I was top of my class in frolicking, but I failed the rest, so they transed me.”

“I wasn’t good at boy homework, but they ran out of gender transing money,” Eddie says. “Ten reps of kissing and telling… I always failed that. One unnecessary injury. No way, my Latin family would launch an FBI level investigation. Five rounds of interrupting women. I lived in a girl-dominant house and didn’t want to die.”

Buck laughs and kisses Eddie.

“I would have been really good at boy homework. I kissed everyone and broke a million bones and never stopped talking.”

Eddie smiles and rubs Buck’s belly.

“As the better boy, could I ask you a couple boy questions?” Eddie asks.

“Sure, I guess,” Buck says. “But I don’t know what I could know that you don’t.”

“A lot,” Eddie says. He kisses Buck’s sternum. “Like… like why are you tall?”

Buck squints at Eddie. 

“Why am I tall?”

“Yeah. I’ve never met a tall trans guy besides you. And you’re taller than me! Like, Maddie is short. Shouldn’t you be?” Eddie questions.

“Ohh, okay. Well… I guess I took after my dad’s side of the family. His brother and dad were super tall and the women in his family were all six foot at least. But my mom’s side is short. So I look like a Buckley and Maddie looks like an O’Connor,” Buck explains. “But I’m definitely not the only tall trans guy. You’ve probably met others without realising it. It’s not easy to clock us.”

Eddie nods and agrees that Buck’s probably right. He couldn’t tell the difference between a cis or trans man. 

“I have more questions, but they’re not very nice,” Eddie says. “They’re, like, TMI.”

“You just stared into my vagina and put my parts in your mouth and then put your parts in my parts. I think you can ask whatever you want,” Buck assures his partner. “Plus, we’ve been best friends for eight years and the most invasive thing you’ve asked was whether or not it was hard to convince my parents to call me a man. Most people ask about worse after a ten minute conversation.”

“I guess… I was wondering why you don’t have the two scars on your chest,” Eddie says. “I thought that anyone with a mastectomy had them.”

“I was thin and flat chested when I was younger, so I had a procedure where they made small cuts under my nipples. It’s called a key-hole,” Buck explains. “But now that I’m bigger, I have more boob now than when I had actual boobs.”

Eddie touches Buck’s pecs, cupping the fat and muscle. 

“I like them. You look so strong,” Eddie insists. “Boy tits are my favourite.”

“Boy tits,” Buck whispers, laughing. “Eddie, I think you like boy everything.”

“That’s true. I am gay,” Eddie agrees. “But you have really nice boy tits.”

“I’ll make sure to put that on my resume,” Buck jokes, placing his hands over Eddie’s. “And don’t worry, I wouldn’t get any surgical revisions at this point in my life.”

“No penis surgery,” Eddie says. “Is there penis surgery?”

“Yeah, two kinds,” Buck says. “One uses what’s already down there to make a little penis. One uses a graft to make an average penis. I’ve thought about both, but I would want to keep my vagina,” Buck says. “I’m attached to her even if she pisses me off.”

“It would be cool to have both,” Eddie says. “If I was given the option, I’d want both.”

“You could!” Buck tells his friend. “You’d just have to have surgery.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and squeezes Buck’s chest. 

“Unfortunately, I think any alterations to my genitals would make me dysphoric even if it would be cool,” Eddie says. “Like you said, I’m very attached to my penis. He’s my ride or die.”

“He’s my ride or die, too,” Buck claims, poking Eddie’s flaccid penis. “Emphasis on the ride.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still horny,” Eddie groans. “I don’t think I can go again for an hour and by then, Chris will be home.”

“I’m always horny, but I don’t think I could go another round without some food and a nap,” Buck assures Eddie. He stretches his legs, then wraps them around Eddie. “You wore me out. Haven’t had a guy accomplish that before.”

“It seems like I’ve accomplished a lot with you today.” Eddie smirks. “Maybe we could go out for dinner and… save up our energy for tonight.”

Buck raises an eyebrow and grins. 

“That sounds amazing. I would love a steak. Or a burrito. Ooh! Or some seafood. Or Thai. Or—“

“It sounds like you want every food group we can get in LA,” Eddie teases, pressing his lips to Buck’s skin again. “We could do that thing your sister and Chim do.”

“Buffriday?” Buck asks. “No. I want to be wined and dined and it’s Wednesday.”

Eddie huffs and flips onto his back beside Buck.

“Do you know where either of our phones are?” Eddie asks, surveying the room. The only thing on the bed, besides Buck and Eddie, is a bottle of lube. Their clothes aren’t even on the floor, having been abandoned in the living room.

“My guess… the couch,” Buck says. He tucks his hands under his head. “Looks like you have some searching to do.”

“Me?” Eddie sits up. “If I remember correctly, it took two of us to…” He gestures between them, then to the doorway.

“And I just had seven and a half inches of Latino in me. We can both do math,” Buck says, sinking into the wet bedding. “What does that have to do with you planning a date?”

“Chris will be there, too, you know,” Eddie reminds his partner. “We can’t abandon him just because we want private time.”

Buck tsks and nudges Eddie with his foot.

“I would never forget my best friend,” he says. “We’ll go on a family date. Chris and Dad and Dad’s really sexy new boyfriend.”

“As long as you don’t use the d word around our son, I’ll take you boys out every night,” Eddie says. 

“The d word?” Buck asks. “You’ve said dick in front of Chris before.”

“Daddy,” Eddie says instead. “As long as you don’t call me that in front of him, I’ll take you anywhere.”

“How about the seafront restaurant in Santa Monica you always take dates to?” Buck suggests.

“How about that Japanese place overlooking West Hollywood?” Eddie counters.

“The one that’s booked out six months?” Buck asks. “I would love to, but I don’t think so.”

“No, no, I’m being serious. When I got stabbed on the cooking show, some old Austrian guy approached me… he said the network works with all types of celebrity chefs. I have a few numbers and, according to that guy, a lifetime of favours I can call in.”

“What old Austrian guy?” Buck questions. “All I remember is a bunch of interns apologising and a Martha-Stewart-type cursing us out.”

“Oh, it was later, in the hospital. This old guy came to see me and he had a crazy name, like Mozart or something. He said he was a restaurateur and knew a lot of people in the business. Told me to call any time,” Eddie explains. 

“Eddie,” Buck says. “Are you… are you talking about Wolfgang Puck? You met Wolfgang Puck?”

“Yeah, yeah. That sounds familiar,” Eddie says. “Short, Austrian, about 75, right?”

“Eddie,” Buck groans. “You met a famous chef without me?! How do I miss out on all of the cool stuff?”

“Hey,” Eddie says, petting Buck’s hair. “We just had really good sex, which I think is pretty cool.” Buck frowns. “You’re telling me you would rather meet some old guy who cooks than have… how many was it? Three orgasms?”

“Four,” Buck corrects him begrudgingly. “And no. I wouldn’t. But I could’ve had both.”

Eddie smirks. Ha. Buck would rather sleep with him than meet Wordolf Pink or whatever his name is. That’s pretty awesome. 

Eddie licks his lips.

“Why don’t you get some rest and I will make a few phone calls,” he suggests. “I’ll see about dinner tonight.”

“Okay,” Buck easily agrees. He curls up on his side. 

Eddie makes his way towards the living room.

“And Eddie?” Buck calls when Eddie’s just out the door.

“Yeah?” He peeks back in.

“I love you,” Buck says, heart in his throat.

“I love you, too,” Eddie says. “Even if you’re only saying it because I just made you nut and promised to talk to some celebrity you like.”