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It’s been a rough shift. 2 five-alarm fires, a bunch of little medical calls, and one multi-car pileup later and Buck is exhausted. He can feel it down to his bones, weary and fatigued as he drags himself into the changing room after having spent not nearly long enough in the shower. The warm water has helped soothe the ache in his joints somewhat, loosening him up and unfurling his tight muscles.
It’s been the kind of shift where he wants nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep for 15 hours afterwards. The thought of being social or doing chores is too much to bear as Buck’s head pounds mercilessly, each pump of his heart sending a dull throb through his brain.
Buck sighs as he settles himself on the bench on the changing room, bending over to lace up his boots.
“What a shift, huh?”
Buck jumps, not having heard Eddie enter the room. He turns to face his best friend, taking in his post-shower appearance. His hair is damp and fluffy now that’s he’s washed all the gel out of it, and there’s dark bags under his eyes. He looks just as exhausted as Buck feels.
“Yeah, brutal,” Buck agrees. “Feel like I could sleep for a week.”
Eddie sits next to Buck on the bench, knocking their shoulders together. He’s a warm line of reassuring heat next to Buck, feeding him a little bit of energy. Eddie always makes Buck feel better. It’s as if his very presence soothes the aches and pains of the day, like a balm.
“Chris has a half day at school today,” Eddie sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I really need to stay up so I’m awake when he gets home. Not sure how I’m going to manage that.”
Buck isn’t sure either, he’s 100% positive that the second he’s in any sort of horizontal position, he’ll be out like a light. But, as tired as he as and as much as he craves the warm embrace of his bed, Buck doesn’t want to abandon Eddie and leave him alone in the land of wakefulness.
“Do you want to do something this morning? Just to make sure you stay awake, you know.”
Eddie regards him for a moment. “You’re not too tired?” he finally asks, looking at Buck thoughtfully. And Buck knows what he looks like, he saw himself in the mirror after his shower and had to bite back a grimace as he took in the Louis Vuitton suitcases under his bloodshot eyes.
“Nah man, of course not!” Buck replies instead. “Hey, why don’t we check out that sauna that’s not too far away. Maddie recommended it to me and sometimes they have sessions where you can book out the whole place. Would be good for some relaxation, right?”
And God knows he and Eddie (well, the whole 118 really) are in dire need of some relaxation right now. Eddie chews on his bottom lip as he thinks.
“Sure,” he agrees in the end. “Just as long as we get coffee first.
Buck laughs because he knows as well as anyone that Eddie is next to useless before he’s gotten some form of caffeine in his system. On days where Eddie’s particularly ornery, Buck’s joked about hooking him up to a caffeine drip. If that were at all healthy, he’s pretty sure Eddie would agree in a heartbeat.
“Of course. Coffee, then sauna. I’ll give them a call now!”
They’re in luck, because the sauna has an opening in an hour and a half, giving them plenty of time to drive back to Buck’s place, drop off their gear, and then run past their favourite coffee shop on the way in. Eddie stays in the car because Buck really doesn’t want to shell out half his life’s savings to pay for parking, leaving Buck to order the coffees on his own.
He gets a black coffee for himself, asking for a double shot of espresso in an attempt to wake himself up a bit, and then picks up Eddie’s order. Although he’ll never admit it, Eddie likes those sugary frappuccinos with at least 4 different words describing the order, most of which Buck’s pretty sure have been made up specifically to make the customer sound like a dick. If it doesn’t have more sugar than coffee, Eddie won’t drink it, something that amuses Buck no end.
Buck wanders back to the car with coffees in hand, and hands Eddie his after he drops back into the driver’s seat.
“Got you a vanilla caramel oat milk frappuccino with two extra pumps of caramel and whipped cream,” Buck recites as he hands the coffee over. Eddie snatches it up eagerly and sips at it through one of those irritating paper straws that Buck hates, humming with joy as the sugary ice hits his tongue.
“God that’s so fucking good,” Eddie sighs happily, tipping his head back against the headrest. Buck screws up his nose at Eddie as he sips at his own coffee.
“I don’t know how you drink that shit. It’s like, pure sugar.”
“It’s delicious and I’m sorry your palate is so unrefined that you can’t see that.”
Buck rolls his eyes and places his coffee in the cup holder.
“Ready to go?”
Mercifully, the sauna isn’t too far from the coffee shop, but they’ve got a bit of time to kill before their booking, so Buck drives them around the streets for a bit, taking in the sights of Los Angeles slowly waking up.
They talk about a number of inconsequential topics – Christopher’s latest school project, Taylor Swift’s new album, whether or not Buck should get a new houseplant for the loft – and before they know it, it’s time to head to the sauna.
It’s a nice little building, built in the typical Scandinavian style of most saunas in Los Angeles, and by some miracle, Buck manages to find a park right outside the door.
“Must be our lucky day,” he quips as he jumps from the driver’s seat, trailing behind Eddie into the building.
The attendant at the front desk gives them a warm smile as they enter.
“Good morning! Have you got a booking?”
“Yeah, booking for Buckley, I called in a couple hours ago,” Buck explains with a smile. The attendant looks through the computer as Buck opens his bag, searching for his wallet. He pulls it out with a triumphant noise.
“Hey Buck?”
“Hmm?” Buck replies distractedly as he fishes through his wallet for his debit card, barely registering that Eddie’s ground to a halt in front of him.
“Did you – and forgive me if I sound a little incredulous here – but did you know this place was a nude sauna when you suggested we come here?”
Buck’s train of thought comes screeching to a halt and slowly, praying Eddie’s just misread something, he follows his best friend’s finger upward to where he’s pointing at a sign.
Buck’s mouth goes dry. Towels only in the sauna.
“I-” Buck begins, really not sure how he’s going to excuse this because truly, he hadn’t known. If he had, would it have changed his mind? He swallows thickly, hardly daring to look at Eddie. He can see the bolt of Eddie’s jaw twitching out of the corner of his eye. “I didn’t – I swear – we can turn back if you want?”
There’s a pause, the offer hanging there, giving Eddie an out if he chooses to take it. The air is thick, nothing to do with the steam rolling in from behind the sauna doors. Eddie’s throat clicks as he swallows, and when he speaks, the air rushes out of Buck in one sharp breath.
“No, we’re here now. Might as well enjoy ourselves.”
Buck has to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to speak.
“Okay.”
Eddie hangs behind as Buck pays for the both of them – which is only fair considering it was his suggestion – and before long they’re making the short walk to the changing rooms, each with a small, white towel draped over their arm.
They’ve been instructed to use the towels to sit on, and they’re certainly not big enough to wrap around his waist, but Buck fully intends to find a way to artfully drape it over his lap. If that means he has to have his bare ass on burning hot wood to retain his dignity, it’s a price he’ll gladly pay.
Getting changed shouldn’t be as awkward as it is, but Buck manages it anyway. It’s not like they haven’t gotten changed together before – they have, and in the weird glass box that is the firehouses changing room no less – but there’s something more intimate about today.
Buck sets his bag down and his breath catches in his throat as Eddie shamelessly pulls off his shirt and shucks off his jeans and underwear in one swift movement, leaving him naked and frankly far too good looking than should be legal.
Making a conscious effort not to look at his best friend’s dick, Buck hesitantly divests himself of his own shirt and pants, bunching the towel up around his crotch before he slips his underwear off. He can feel Eddie’s gaze rest heavily on him and watches out of the corner of his eye as Eddie holds his own towel in front of him, following Buck’s lead in being as modest as one can be in a nude sauna.
“Not much point standing around – it’s cold. Let’s go in,” Eddie suggests as he points towards the entrance to the sauna.
Buck follows Eddie into the sauna, and relaxes instantly as the hot, dry air hits his skin. They settle themselves down on benches opposite one another, with the hot rocks to the side, and Buck artfully drapes the small towel over his crotch. He notices Eddie does the same, although the effect is ruined slightly by the way Eddie lounges against the bench, his knees falling open and giving Buck a distinct eyeful.
It's not like Buck hasn’t seen someone’s cock before. He’s been in plenty of changing rooms, where wrinkly men seem to have no shame and bare it all, but this is different. This is Eddie’s, resting perfectly between his legs, and Eddie seemingly none the wiser about the turmoil he’s causing his best friend.
Buck directs his eyes from Eddie’s dick and focuses on a spot on the wall instead, trying to relax his body as much as possible. That is, after all, why they’re at the sauna in the first place – to relax after an exceedingly stressful shift.
Relaxing is easier said than done, as it turns out. It doesn’t take long for Buck to figure out why they suggested sitting on the towels as his ass begins to burn, the heat from the wooden slats of the bench burning into his flesh until he’s shifting constantly, trying to find patches of relief.
“Will you quit squirming?” Eddie sighs as he cracks open an eye, squinting at Buck with concern. “What’s going on with you?”
“My ass is cooking,” Buck mutters, briefly considering moving so he’s sitting on his knees, but he thinks better of it. Why have third degree burns over the whole of his legs when he could contain it just to his backside?
“So’s mine,” Eddie admits as he shifts in his seat, grimacing as the sensitive skin of the backs of his thighs brush against a particularly hot bit of wood. “Maybe they knew what they were talking about when they said to sit on the towels.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Buck isn’t one to admit defeat easily, so he stays on the bare wood for a moment longer, but it’s when he shifts and suddenly his bare scrotum touches the hot wood that he shoots up with a yelp, hand instantly coming to cup his crotch.
“Fuck this!” Buck exclaims, and he pulls the towel off his waist, spreading it out over the wooden boards. The groan of relief as he sits down and isn’t immediately scalded is nothing short of sinful, and Eddie watches the performance with an amused smirk on his face. Buck keeps his hands cupped protectively around his cock, but at least he’s no longer being burned alive.
“Better?” Eddie queries politely, and Buck nods, rolling his shoulders and letting out an appreciative hum as his neck clicks.
“Much. You should try it.”
“Maybe I will.”
Maintaining eye contact the whole time, Eddie pulls the towel off his lap, not bothering to protect his modesty in the same way Buck did. Buck makes a conscious effort to keep his eyes on Eddie’s face at all times, but when Eddie turns and bends over to place the towel on the bench, taking extra care to smooth out the wrinkles, Buck can’t help but sneak a look at Eddie’s ass.
His face must give him away because Eddie eyes him suspiciously as he sits down, his hands coming to rest on each knee.
“You good?”
Buck clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah I’m –” Jesus did someone turn up the heat in here? “Just hot. Does it feel hot to you?”
Eddie snorts. “It’s a sauna, Buck. It’s meant to be hot.”
“I-I know that, i-it’s just,” Buck swallows hard.
He can’t move his eyes from Eddie’s face, or he’d end up noticing the way Eddie’s skin is starting to bead with sweat, and he’d see how it’s collecting along his throat and over his chest. He’d see that there’s a bead that pearls at the tip of Eddie’s nipple and begins to track down his pec, down the side of his ribs, making a short twist as it reaches his side and trails down his abs, along the side of the light dusting of hair from Eddie’s belly button to his co- nope. Not thinking about that.
Buck has spent the best part of two years trying to push aside his feelings for Eddie. He’s locked them in an impenetrable box in the back of his mind, hoping that if he doesn’t acknowledge or address them, that they’ll just disappear. He’ll be damned if a trip to the sauna undoes all his hard work.
“It’s just…?” Eddie prompts as Buck’s train of thought screeches to a halt. His head snaps up, eyes meeting Eddie’s once again. He can feel his cock beginning to fill out beneath his fingers, something he needs to nip in the bud as soon as possible so he can save face somewhat.
“It’s just it’s a-a little awkward without you know,” he gestures to their exposed laps. “Without anything to cover us.”
“Buck, it’s just our bodies,” Eddie laughs, and he rests his elbows on the raised bench behind him, leaning backwards. His legs fall open just the slightest bit more when he does this, and Buck’s dick twitches hard against his hand.
A low, involuntary groan falls from his lips and Buck would very much like to die when Eddie’s eyes fly open, focusing intently on him. He looks away and starts to mumble an apology but stops when Eddie cuts him off.
“Buck, look at me,” he says, his voice soft with the gentle command. Buck reluctantly pulls his gaze away from a very interesting plank, shocked by the way his best friend’s mouth is slightly parted, his eyes unmistakably hooded with lust.
“This isn’t something you need to be embarrassed by. Do I look embarrassed?”
Buck allows himself to look at Eddie, to really look, and no. Eddie does not look embarrassed. Actually, if anything, Eddie looks horny. He’s looking at Buck with a sort of hunger, his eyes flicking from Buck’s eyes to his cupped hands between his legs, as though his eyes are drawn to Buck’s cock.
It sends an icy shiver down Buck’s spine. He gulps and shakes his head.
“No. No, you don’t.”
Never breaking eye contact, Eddie brings one hand up to his chest, rolling his nipple between his fingers. Buck can see the small beads of sweat beginning to appear on Eddie’s chest get spread by his hand, creating a shiny sheen over his skin. Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat as he tugs on his nipple, and Buck can see his cock stirring against his thigh.
As though he’s a puppet on strings, Buck’s hand squeezes his own cock, spurred on by the boldness of his best friend. Eddie’s eye’s immediately flick towards the movement, and a wounded noise punches from his throat as he watches Buck rhythmically squeeze his cock.
Eddie’s hand moves from his nipple, trailing down his chest, over his abs, until he takes his cock in hand. Buck’s eyes just about fall out of his head as he watches Eddie slowly begin to stroke himself. In a flash, Buck is at full hardness, and it’s hard to tell if it’s the heat of the sauna or the sudden rush of blood to his dick that has him lightheaded.
“Eddie,” he breathes, and Eddie tips his head back against the bench, his throat bobbing as he swallows.
“Look at me,” he whispers, so quietly that Buck almost misses it.
Fucking hell.
Buck allows himself to look properly now, and Eddie practically preens beneath his gaze. Honestly, Buck has never been one to find dicks particularly good looking – more like fleshy hairy socks – but he has to admit that Eddie’s cock is fucking pretty.
It’s long, longer than Buck was expecting, and flushed at the tip. Buck watches mesmerised as the glans disappears in and out of Eddie’s fist, a bead of precome already pearling at the slit. Eddie’s other hand comes down to cup his balls, cradling them as he slowly jerks his cock. There’s a thatch of dark hairs at the base, neatly trimmed but still long enough to be noticeable and Buck wants.
His mouth waters, he wants nothing more than to drop to his knees and swallow Eddie whole. He wants to taste him, to feel the weight of Eddie against his tongue. He wants to take all of him into Eddie’s mouth so he can’t breathe, until he’s choking –
Okay maybe that’s a bit far. But christ, Buck is so keyed up at the sight of his best friend jerking off in front of him. His cock throbs mightily against his hand, reminding him of its existence, and he lets out a broken moan as he squeezes himself again.
Eddie’s eyes fly open and he locks onto Buck, taking in his appearance. Buck’s aware of how he must look – hot and flushed and covered in sweat from the heat of the sauna, and his cock straining against his hand – but Eddie doesn’t seem to care. He drinks Buck in like he’s a tall glass of water and Eddie’s dying of thirst.
“Come here,” Eddie says with a jerk of his head, gesturing to the floor in front of him. Buck’s mouth goes instantly dry, and he blinks dimly.
“Huh?”
“Come here,” Eddie repeats, his hand never stilling as he continues to stroke his cock.
“Eddie, are you –”
“Please.”
The plea has Buck’s legs moving of their own accord, and he crosses the sauna until he’s standing in front of his best friend. The tiles of the sauna are burning beneath his bare feet, and he’s painfully aware of his erection jutting out in front of him. Eddie swallows hard, licking his lips as Buck comes to a stop in front of him.
Eddie takes one of Buck’s hands and gently tugs, encouraging him down.
Buck kneels in front of Eddie and stares up at him, almost reverentially. It’s like he’s kneeling in front of an altar, baring his soul to a God and when he whispers Eddie’s name, it’s like a benediction. Eddie’s legs spread almost instinctively to accommodate Buck’s body between them, and Buck rests his cheek on Eddie’s thigh.
“Can I – please, can I…?”
Eddie’s throat clicks as he swallows hard and he nods, his hand moving to cup the back of Buck’s head, fingers scratching through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
Buck watches as Eddie’s eyes flutter closed when he presses a kiss against the soft skin of his inner thigh, and he allows a small smile to spread as he turns his head to nuzzle against the crease where Eddie’s leg meets his groin. He takes a deep breath, filling his nose with the heady, masculine smell of Eddie, and licks a long stripe from the base of Eddie’s balls, up the shaft of his cock, pausing only to press a kiss to the head.
The sound that tears out of Eddie at that is one of the hottest things Buck has ever heard. He takes the whole of the head into his mouth, his tongue pressed flat to the underside, teasing at the frenulum. He sucks gently, his tongue swirling, and he feels Eddie shudder. His hips buck and his fingers tighten in Buck's hair, but he doesn't try and push him further down.
Buck takes another deep breath through his nose, and relaxes his throat as best he can, moving down, down, down, until his nose presses into the dark, wiry hairs at the base.
When he's adjusted to the size of Eddie’s cock, pausing in the perfect goldilocks zone where he can feel Eddie heavy against his tongue, taste him at the back of his throat, but still be able to breathe, he chances a look up, his eyes locking Eddie's. He looks wrecked already, pupils blown wide, and his lips are parted slightly as he pants. The heat from the sauna has him slick with sweat, making his chest and abs shiny and the hairs damp and all too inviting.
"Jesus Christ, Buck."
The words are so quiet that Buck thinks they might have been in his head.
He swallows, his throat squeezing around Eddie's cock, and he hears his partner's sharp intake of breath. Eddie’s head jerks up, tilting back so it’s resting against the tiered bench behind him, and he grips the wood beneath him so hard his knuckles turn white.
Buck can't help the way his dick throbs at the thought that he can undo Eddie like this. That he's the reason that the other man is panting and writhing and moaning, being pulled apart bit by bit purely from the feeling of Buck’s mouth, Buck’s tongue, Buck’s hands against him.
Slowly, he pulls off, until the head of Eddie's dick is held between his lips, and his swirls his tongue around, memorising the feeling of the soft ridge beneath his tongue, before he sinks back down, repeating the motion a couple more times. The next time he pulls off, he wraps a hand around the shaft, holding Eddie steady while he laps at the precome beading at the slit.
Eddie’s hips twitch in an aborted thrust and he lets out a low groan as he fights the urge to fuck into Buck’s mouth, and Buck is half afraid he's going to crack the wood with how hard he’s clutching the bench beneath him. His own fingers are digging into Eddie's thighs, holding them apart, giving him the perfect amount of access to Eddie’s cock.
Buck moves his free hand, cupping the back of Eddie's knee, lifting his leg to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has him opening his legs wider, and Buck settles further between his thighs. His fingers dance across the skin, teasing the sensitive flesh on the inside. He dips his head, letting his teeth graze gently over Eddie's balls, and he moans aloud, the sound echoing off the walls of the sauna.
“Shhhh,” Buck teases, the air blowing across Eddie’s cock, making it twitch beautifully. “We don’t want them to know what we’re doing, hmm?”
“Stop fucking teasing me,” Eddie grits, his jaw tight as he tries to contain his moans. And, because he’s a little shit, Buck swallows Eddie’s cock down whole until the head bumps the back of his throat. The noise that rips from Eddie’s chest borders on animalistic and he abandons his grip on the bench in favour of fisting Buck’s hair in his hands, pushing down on his head so Buck’s nose presses just above his pubic bone.
Buck hums happily as he massages Eddie’s cock with rhythmic, peristaltic movements of his tongue. He can taste the slow dribble of precome right at the back of his tongue, tangy and salty and sweet, and altogether Eddie. It’s a trip, a fever dream to have his best friend’s cock in his mouth – down his throat – and Buck feels like he’s floating.
Although that might also be the heat. The sign outside the sauna did say something about taking regular breaks, drinking lots of water, and minimising physical exertion. But since when has Buck even played by the rules?
He hollows his cheeks, pulling back a little to take a breath before he swallows Eddie down again, and the strangled moan that comes from Eddie's chest has his dick jumping against his thigh.
He's so hard that it's painful, and his balls feel heavy and tight as he presses himself against the wood of the bench for any sort of relief. It’s blindingly hot, having soaked up all the heat from the sauna, and Buck breathes in sharply through his nose as the sensitive skin around the crown of his cock brushes against it, but he doesn’t let up. The pressure makes him moan, his mouth vibrating around Eddie's cock, and the other man groans loudly, tugging on Buck's hair.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants, and Buck can feel the tremble in his muscles, the tension building as his hips twitch, fucking up into Buck's mouth with abandon. He’s a fucking sight to behold, eyes screwed shut and face pulled into an expression not dissimilar to a grimace. He’s slick with sweat, beads running down his neck, to his collarbone, and then tracking down his chest until it disappears into the diamond of chest hair. There’s an errant bead that hangs off his nipple, and if Buck’s mouth wasn’t already occupied with his cock, he’d lean forward and lick it off.
Eddie whines again, his hips pushing up and off the bench. "I'm gonna – I'm gonna–"
And Buck has every intention of letting Eddie come in his mouth. He wants it. Wants to swallow Eddie down and taste him, to swallow every drop of what Eddie has to offer. But then Eddie tugs on his hair and pulls him off. They stare at each other for a minute, both gasping for air. It’s hot and dry and it burns Buck’s throat, but the pain means nothing compared to the look on Eddie’s face.
Unable to contain himself, Buck surges forward, mind set on nothing but getting Eddie’s lips against his. Eddie must have the same idea and meets him in the middle, their lips crashing together so hard that both men make a quiet “oomph” of surprise.
The kiss is sloppy, wet, and the taste of Eddie's cock is still on his tongue. It’s fucking intoxicating, sending Buck’s head spinning into the stratosphere. He licks into Eddie's mouth, trying to chase the taste, and Eddie groans in response to his enthusiasm, low and loud. They don’t come up for air, just keep kissing and kissing and kissing, their mouths and tongues slotting together like they were made for this. Buck could kiss Eddie forever and never get tired of it.
"I want to fuck you," Eddie murmurs against his mouth as he pulls away, and Buck feels his cock give an almighty twitch in response.
"Yeah, please," he whispers. He would give anything to have Eddie's cock inside him. To be filled up, stretched out, to bring them as close together as two people can get. His body aches for it, and the heat of the room has everything feeling like an out of body experience.
Eddie kisses along Buck’s jaw, his tongue swiping across the hot skin to lap up an errant bead of sweat. “Do you think,” he murmurs between kisses, “we should move somewhere else?”
Buck whines in confusion as Eddie sucks a mark into the hollow of his throat. “Move? Somewhere else? What do you-?”
Eddie chuckles, the noise low and rumbling against Buck’s chest. He feels it vibrate through him, sparking at his nerves and generating a pool of heat deep in his body. Eddie nuzzles at the hollow of Buck’s throat, just above the mark, and runs his hands over Buck’s sides, his fingers exploring the expanses of his friend’s body.
“You’re burning up, baby,” Eddie breathes against Buck’s skin. “Don’t want you to pass out on me.”
If Buck’s mouth was dry before, it’s nothing compared to the way the pet name seemingly sucks all the moisture from him. It knocks the breath out of him, and he sits there blinking silently while his brain comes back online.
“I – uh – yeah, okay. Where would we go?”
Eddie captures Buck’s lips in another soft, sweet kiss. His thumbs caress Buck’s cheeks and he gently nips at his bottom lip, running his tongue over it to soothe the faint sting. Buck knows this isn’t a permanent thing – they’re not together by any means – but he can’t help the warm flood of love that washes over him at Eddie’s gentle touches. They’re intimate, a far cry from the primal, lust filled grinding of a few moments ago.
“There’s a spa pool just outside, and no one else is here. We could…” Eddie trails off as Buck wrinkles his nose in distaste. “Or not? What’s wrong with the spa?”
“Eds, I love you, but I’m not having sex with you in a vat of warmed up human soup.”
There’s a beat of silence as Buck’s words hang in the air between them. Eddie blinks once, twice, as though processing Buck’s words, and it’s only then that Buck realises exactly what he said.
He scrambles backwards, his breaths coming too hard and too fast. The hot air sears his lungs, and the flush that spreads up his neck and across his cheeks has nothing to do with the sauna.
“I- I didn’t mean it like – Eddie, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to –”
Eddie grabs Buck’s face before he can spiral further, rubbing his thumbs over Buck’s cheekbones. It works to calm Buck, and the world rights itself again. He meets Eddie's eyes, his stomach roiling and his heart thundering against his ribs.
"I -"
"Breathe, baby. It’s okay,” Eddie reassures him, his voice low and calming. He leans forward, his lips ghosting across Buck’s in the barest hint of a kiss, and Buck’s whole body shudders with want. Eddie kisses him again, a little harder this time. “I’m not going to say it now, not while we’re like this. But it’s okay. We’re okay.”
Eddie keeps his hands bracketed around Buck’s face, his touch grounding as he directs Buck’s attention towards him. He nuzzles into Buck’s neck, nipping at the heated flesh at the base of his throat and Buck whines, arching his back so his chest is flushed with Eddie’s.
The skin-on-skin contact keeps him from spiralling into a panic. Eddie’s here. Eddie isn’t leaving him. In fact, Eddie’s kissing down Buck’s neck, to his chest, and is taking one of Buck’s nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub until Buck has no choice but to let out a high, reedy whine.
His erection had flagged ever so slightly with the embarrassment, followed quickly by fear of fucking everything up, but Eddie’s mouth on him brings him back to full hardness in a matter of seconds.
He lets out a low groan as he threads his fingers through Eddie's hair, tugging lightly on the silky, damp strands. Eddie hums against his chest, the sound vibrating through his teeth and onto Buck’s nipple, and Buck’s breath hitches.
"Fuck, that feels good," he sighs.
Eddie looks up at him, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. He sucks lightly on Buck's nipple, his teeth just barely grazing the pebbled flesh. Buck keens, his hips twitching forward of their own volition, the head of his cock brushing so lightly against Eddie’s stomach that Buck almost wonders if he imagines the sensation.
"Can't wait to hear the noises you'll make when I'm inside you," Eddie muses, licking Buck’s nipple one last time. He releases Buck's nipple and presses a final kiss to the centre of his chest, and Buck feels like he's about to burst out of his own skin.
He wants that, he wants that so fucking badly. To have Eddie filling him up, stretching him wide, hitting that perfect spot inside him, over and over again until they're both screaming. He wants Eddie's cock so deep inside him he can feel it in his throat. He's not sure if the sweat rolling down his spine is from the heat of the sauna or his desire, but either way, he's drenched.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Eddie says, pushing himself off the bench and offering Buck his hand. The pet name takes Buck by surprise again, and he flushes right down to his toes as Eddie’s affection flows through him with every beat of his racing heart. “Let’s go get you some water.”
The cold of the world outside the sauna has every single one of Buck’s muscles tensing as the breeze caresses his red, hot skin. The sweat that coats his body instantly cools, and the sudden change in temperature sends his senses crazy, a combination of toohottoocoldtoomuch as he shivers.
“You cold?” Eddie asks as he turns to look at Buck. His flesh is pebbled with goosebumps, the hairs on his arms standing up as his body acclimates to the temperature drop. He circles his arms around himself, trying to preserve some of his body heat.
“J-j-just a l-l-little,” he shivers, his teeth chattering with each word, and Eddie lets out a soft laugh, walking over to Buck and bundling him up in his arms.
Eddie is like a furnace by comparison, his skin holding on to all the warmth of the sauna, and Buck sighs in relief as he’s blanketed in warmth. Eddie is still hard, and his cock fits perfectly in the junction between Buck’s hip and thigh. It slides against the sweat-slick skin, and there’s no missing the way Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat.
“Let’s go get you some water and get under a nice shower, hmm?” Eddie nips at Buck’s earlobe, and Buck whines, jutting his hips out in search of some friction for his aching cock. Eddie notices this and he lets out a low, rumbling laugh, sucking a mark into Buck’s neck.
“Shower first, and then I’ll fuck you. Have patience, sweetheart.”
It’s a good thing Eddie has his arms around him because Buck’s knees turn to water at Eddie’s words.
“Yeah – fuck – I’ll be patient. Promise.”
“Good boy.”
Eddie cheekily swats Buck’s ass and threads their fingers together, leading him from the corridor outside sauna through to the showers. It’s a little warmer in there, with the kind of misty warm humidity you’d expect from a swimming pool changing area.
Eddie pulls Buck towards their locker, where he fishes through the bags until he pulls out their water bottles, a triumphant look on his face.
“Here, drink up,” he instructs, placing a hand on Buck’s forehead and then pushing it through his damp curls. Buck hums under Eddie’s touch, his eyes listing shut, and he brings the water bottle to his lips.
Compared to the searing air of the sauna, the water is blissfully cool. It slides down his throat, soothing his burning throat, and settles in his belly. He lets out a quiet “ahhh” of relief as he takes gulp after gulp after gulp, the chill from the water leeching into his blood, and pumping around his body. His skin still radiates heat, but he feels refreshed inside.
Eddie watches him with amusement as he sips his own water, and there’s something in his eyes that Buck can’t quite name. A micro expression he’s seen on Eddie’s face before that’s he’s never been able to pinpoint.
“What?” Buck asks as he sets the bottle down, having drained well over three quarters of its contents. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at Eddie questioningly.
Eddie smiles softly and takes a step closer. He places his bottle back inside the locker and closes the short distance between him Buck, reaching out his hand and caressing Buck’s cheekbone with the back of his forefinger.
“You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
“I – uh – I,” Buck stammers as he feels a blush spread from his collarbones, all the way up his neck and across his cheeks. “I’m not sure – beautiful?”
Eddie steps closer still, his body pressing flush against Buck’s, and takes Buck’s face in both hands. There’s something so intimate about the feeling of bare skin pressed together, not a single barrier between the two men. Buck can feel Eddie’s cock – softer than earlier but still hard enough to be intoxicating – pressing against his thigh, and he lets out a quiet whine.
“Yeah, beautiful,” Eddie whispers, his lips ghosting over Buck’s. “You’re a gorgeous,” – kiss – “handsome,” – kiss – “beautiful man,” – kiss – “and I’m going to show you just how beautiful and perfect you are.”
Barely giving Buck a chance to register his words, Eddie’s mouth crashes against his and he kisses Buck with a burning passion. Buck kisses back desperately, licking into Eddie’s mouth and making tiny, desperate grunts with every swipe of his tongue. Eddie slowly tugs him backwards, directing Buck towards the showers and Buck eagerly stumbles after him. Their kiss never breaks, not even as Eddie fumbles at the wall behind him for the shower nozzle.
The sudden blast of lukewarm water is a shock against Buck’s still-scorching skin and he gasps into Eddie’s mouth, his muscles tensing at the sudden full-body shock of the temperature change.
“It’s okay,” Eddie murmurs against his mouth. “I’ve got you.”
Buck’s nerve endings sing as the water slides down his body. His and Eddie’s bodies slip and glide against one another as they move, Eddie pulling Buck as close to him as possible and Buck hitching his hips minutely towards Eddie’s, seeking the friction he desperately craves. If he’d thought feeling Eddie’s skin slick with sweat earlier was intoxicating, it’s nothing compared to how he feels under the jet of water. His skin feels velvety as Buck runs his hands over Eddie’s back, his biceps, up his neck, around his shoulders. He wants to memorise every inch of Eddie’s body as Eddie slowly takes him apart with his lips.
Eddie’s hand slips from Buck’s face and down his chest, coming to rest over one of Buck’s nipples. He pinches the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger and rolls them together, and the sensation sends bolts of pleasure down Buck’s front, pooling in the pit of his stomach. He moans against Eddie’s lips, and Eddie lets out a deep chuckle.
“Yeah, you love it when people touch your nipples, huh?” he rumbles, kissing a line from Buck’s jaw to his collarbone. “Reckon I could make you come with just this, if I tried hard enough.”
Buck utters a broken “please” as he pushes his chest into Eddie’s hand encouraging his ministrations. He’s never tried coming from nipple play alone, and he’s not sure if he’d even be able to considering he can’t come without something on his cock, but for Eddie, he’s willing to try anything.
“All in good time, sweetheart,” Eddie promises, continuing to kiss down Buck’s pec, and he takes the other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak. Buck lets out a broken cry as Eddie sucks his nipple, hard. He scrabbles at Eddie’s shoulders, the skin slippery beneath his fingers as the water cascades over them.
“G-god, Eddie, stop teasing,” he begs as Eddie grazes his teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh. He squirms in Eddie’s arms, and it has the desired outcome as his cock slips against Eddie’s thigh, granting him the friction he so desperately craves. He shamelessly ruts against Eddie’s thigh, breaths coming out as a quiet ah ah ah as the head of his cock catches against Eddie’s hip bone with each thrust.
Eddie grabs Buck’s hips, his fingers pressing into Buck’s skin with a bruising touch, and he stills Buck’s movements with a warning nip to the soft skin of his neck.
“Stop.”
The whine that punches out of Buck at the command is downright sinful and does as he’s told. His muscles tremble beneath Eddie’s fingers at the effort to keep himself from rutting forward. He bites his lip as Eddie’s tongue swirls over his swollen nipple again, nipping at it before he kisses a line up Buck’s jaw, licking at the water that trickles down his neck.
“Mmmm, you’re so obedient, aren’t you?” Eddie hums. He runs his hands down Buck’s sides and ghosts his fingers over Buck’s shaft, laughing as it jumps against his palm. “And responsive too. Such a good boy for me.”
“P-please, Eddie,” Buck begs. “I need you.”
Buck’s senses are going crazy, the sudden contrasts of heat to cold, combined with Eddie’s touches making it feel as though his parietal lobe has been hotwired directly to his skin. He feels as though there’s a constant current of electricity flowing through his blood, zinging and sparking with every brush of Eddie’s fingers.
“Okay, honey, I’ve got you. No more teasing,” Eddie murmurs sweetly as he pulls Buck towards him for a grounding kiss, the feeling of his lips against Buck’s a soothing reminder of trust he has for this man.
Tantalisingly, Eddie wraps his fingers loosely around Buck’s cock and gives it a couple of experimental strokes. It’s like someone’s set off a round of fireworks behind Buck’s eyes as his cock throbs painfully in time with his heartbeat. Eddie keeps his grip light, his fingers teasing the head and his frenulum, but it’s enough to have Buck whimpering and babbling into Eddie’s neck.
Eddie kisses his way down Buck's jaw and licks a stripe along the length of his neck, his hand picking up the pace as his teeth graze Buck's collarbone. He tightens his grip on Buck’s cock just barely, squeezing the head on the upstrokes and twisting his fist on the downstrokes in a way that has Buck clawing at his back. His tongue and his hand work in tandem, licking and stroking and nibbling, and Buck's senses are on fire. He feels his orgasm building quickly, his balls tightening and cock jumping in Eddie’s hand.
"Eddie, I'm gonna come, oh my god," he manages to gasp, his breaths coming out in short, sharp pants. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna -"
As suddenly as it started, Eddie's hand is gone, and his lips aren't on Buck’s skin anymore. Instead, he's standing back and looking at Buck with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Buck flashes hot and cold at the attention, preening under Eddie’s gaze.
“A-ah, Eddie, what –?” Buck gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
“Turn around.”
The look on Eddie’s face is one of pure hunger, lust, and desire. Buck scrambles to do his bidding. The tiles are slippery under his feet, and he just about loses his balance in his haste to get into position, but he catches himself in time.
Buck shivers as Eddie comes up behind him, blanketing Buck’s back with his body. Eddie presses a gentle kiss to Buck’s shoulder, his tongue swirling over the wet skin. He’s hard against Buck’s thigh, the position perfect for him to slide his cock over the cleft of Buck’s ass. The constant trickle of water down Buck’s back makes it easy for Eddie to thrust against him, and Buck groans as he feels the head of Eddie’s cock catch against the dimple of his back.
Eddie slides a hand around Buck, resting his palm against his lower belly. His fingers trail over the fine line of hair leading down to Buck's cock, and Buck lets out a strangled moan as Eddie pointedly avoids touching his cock.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs against the shell of Buck's ear, his fingers still tracing over his happy trail. "So good for me, being so patient."
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Buck moans as his cock throbs from Eddie’s words. “Do you have any idea what saying stuff like that does to me?”
Eddie chuckles and flicks the head of Buck’s cock lightly, causing him to judder and gasp at the sudden, sharp contact.
“I think I’ve got some idea.”
Eddie kisses Buck’s neck in apology, then between his shoulders, trailing a line of kisses down, down, down, until Buck’s spine is tingling under Eddie’s touches. The final kiss is places almost reverently at the top of Buck’s ass, before Eddie places a hand on each of his cheeks and spreads them.
He knows it’s coming – it’s the natural course of events in a situation like this, but Buck still has to bite back a cry of pleasure as he feels the first swipe of Eddie’s tongue. His hands scrabble against the wall, fingers glancing off the slippery tiles as he just about claws his way upwards, desperate for something to grip onto.
This clearly isn’t Eddie’s first rodeo – a thought that makes Buck all hot inside - because he licks and sucks at Buck as though he was born to do it. He alternates between circling his hole, the tip of his tongue barely dipping inside, and pressing the flat of his tongue against the furl of muscle, pushing and pushing until Buck can feel the tip entering him.
His legs ache with the effort to keep himself upright as Eddie’s tongue turns every muscle in his body to jello. Every lick and press of Eddie's tongue has him shaking with pleasure, and he bites his arm in an attempt to quell the constant stream of whimpers and whines that fall from his lips.
Eddie pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and fucks him, slow and steady, his hands keeping Buck's cheeks spread as his tongue explores him. Buck tries his hardest not to push back onto Eddie's tongue, but he can’t help the small, aborted thrusts his hips make.
Eddie's mouth disappears from him suddenly, and Buck is about to let out a cry of protest when he feels the first nudge of a finger against his rim.
"This okay?" Eddie asks softly, his voice rough and gravelly. He sounds wrecked and if that isn’t the hottest thing Buck’s ever heard then he doesn’t know what is.
"God, yeah, it’s okay."
"Good boy."
Buck keens as Eddie slowly pushes his index finger inside. He lets out a long, loud groan as Eddie sinks in to his second knuckle, his body quickly adjusting to the sudden breach. It’s been such a long time since he’s been filled up and Jesus Christ he’s missed this. The way he can feel Eddie slowly pulling in and out, crooking his finger as he does so as though he’s searching for something. Eddie gives him a moment to adjust to his finger before he’s pressing a second finger in beside it.
Buck honestly feels as though he loses minutes of his life as Eddie fingers him. He’s pressed flat against the wall, the cold from the tiles bringing him out in goosebumps, but the way Eddie’s fingers twist and tease make it feel as though someone’s lit his nerve endings on fire. At some point, the shower head switches off, the automatic timer having run its course, but Buck is too busy getting the fingering of his life to give much of a fuck.
“Think you’re ready for me?” Eddie murmurs as he comes to stand behind Buck again, his lips brushing against Buck’s ear. His fingers slip from Buck’s hole and Buck whines at the loss, clenching around nothing.
“Yeah, yes, I’m so fucking ready,” Buck replies and he twists his head so he can pull Eddie in for a bruising kiss. Eddie nips at Buck’s bottom lip before pulling away. He holds his hand out in front of Buck’s mouth and quirks an eyebrow at him.
“Spit.”
Holy fuck that’s hot. Buck spits into Eddie’s palm, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s as he does so, and he shivers as Eddie’s hand drifts between his legs, slicking himself up with Buck’s saliva.
Eddie rests a palm at the base of Buck’s spine and the head of his cock taps at Buck’s rim.
“Ready, baby?”
Buck lets out a frustrated huff and wiggles his hips, trying to line himself up so he can push back onto Eddie’s cock.
“Consent is very sexy, Eddie, but I swear to God if you don’t put your dick in me right now!”
“Okay, okay!” Eddie laughs and he presses a kiss between Buck’s shoulder blades. Slowly, tantalisingly, Eddie begins to push himself in. There’s a slight burn as Buck stretches to accommodate his width and it send shivers up Buck’s spine at the initial toomuchtoogood.
“That better?” Eddie whispers as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with Buck’s ass.
All the words are stuck in Buck’s throat, clogged up as his brain tries to comprehend the fact that Eddie’s cock is in his ass, so all he manages is a garbled whine. Eddie seems to understand though as he noses at the back of Buck’s neck. There is a beat of silence, their shuddering breaths echoing through the showers before Eddie begins to move.
His pace is slow, shallow, and measured as he rolls his hips against Buck, his breath stuttering as he slides out, then thrusting back in with a little more force. Buck meets every thrust with a roll of his own, pushing back and meeting Eddie halfway. Eddie slides his hands down Buck's arms and interlaces their fingers, pinning his hands to the wall. His lips pepper kisses over every inch of exposed skin, his mouth mapping every part of Buck like he’s an explorer discovering a forgotten land.
It's the hottest thing Buck's ever experienced, the way Eddie's lips whisper over his skin, his cock filling him up and stretching him wide. Every roll of his hips nails Buck’s prostate dead on, sending sparks flying behind Buck's eyelids and pleasure shooting through his veins.
“God you’re so tight, baby,” Eddie breathes, his hand drifting from Buck’s hip to brush over his stomach.
He kisses and licks at the junction of Buck’s neck and shoulder, before sinking his teeth in. Buck lets out a load moan as Eddie holds him in his mouth. He can feel the sharp points of Eddie’s canines keeping grip on Buck’s sensitive skin as their bodies move and slide together. There’s going to be a mark there, Buck’s sure of it, and the thought has heat pulsing through him, pooling in his groin. He wants Eddie to mark him, claim him, make Buck his.
He can feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm beginning to build up, the coiling in his gut, the tensing of his balls, and he groans as his cock twitches and pulses, precum sliding down his shaft. It’s not enough though – Buck needs something on his cock to come. A hand, a finger, a slight breeze, he’s not fucking picky right now but he needs something to touch him. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, swollen with need and painfully hard.
"Eddie," he gasps, "I need...fuck, please."
Eddie hums against his shoulder, his hips snapping into Buck’s with each thrust. His cock catches Buck’s prostate again and again, and Buck lets out a shuddering moan, resting his head on the cool tiles.
"What do you need, sweetheart?”
“T-touch me, please. Wanna come.”
Buck lets out a high-pitched whine as Eddie takes his cock in hand, his grip loose and his thumb presses over the head with each stroke. His rhythm is perfect, and Buck finds himself matching his pace, rolling his hips in time with Eddie's. His movements become faster, more frantic, his breaths coming out in sharp pants.
Eddie mouths along the curve of Buck's shoulder, his tongue swirling over his skin and licking at the beads of water that have gathered there. His teeth graze over the tendons of his neck, and Buck whines as the scrape sends shivers down his spine.
"So close, Eddie, 'm so close," he gasps. Eddie’s strokes become firmer, the grip around his cock tighter as he jerks Buck with enthusiasm.
“Me too, baby,” Eddie breathes in Buck’s ear. “Where do you – where can I come?”
The thought of having to choose is almost too much for Buck. They’re not practicing safe sex by any means – he trusts Eddie and he’s clean himself, but trust has never stopped pesky STI’s before – so he figures they should probably err on the side of caution. Plus, the thought of Eddie’s come covering him is so fucking hot that Buck has to physically stop himself from shooting off like a bottle rocket.
“On me,” he gasps. “Fuck, yeah, on my back. Mark me up.”
The growl Eddie lets out at Buck's words is feral, animalistic. His thrusts become quicker, less controlled, and he jerks Buck’s cock frantically. Buck can feel the heat building up, the tingling in his toes, the tightening in the pit of his stomach.
"Oh god, Eddie, fuck, I'm gonna-"
With a cry, Buck's orgasm hits him. His entire body shudders as his cock throbs and pulses, his come squirting up the tiles and coating Eddie's fist. His knees buckle as his orgasm ploughs through him and his hands scrabble for purchase against the slippery tiles, his chest heaving and lungs gasping for air.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie chokes and he’s suddenly pulling out. Buck clenches at the loss, and he can hear the slick noises of Eddie jerking himself off behind him. Eddie lets out a strangled groan and then Buck feels a warm wetness hit his back as Eddie comes, long ropes painting Buck’s skin.
For a moment, there is no sound save for the harsh pants of their breathing. They stay frozen, not moving as they come down from their orgasms. Then, slowly, as if waking from a dream, Eddie leans forward and kisses Buck on the shoulder, his hands coming to rest on Buck's hips.
"That was amazing," he says, his voice low. "You are amazing."
He gently spins Buck round so they're facing each other and pulls him in for a tender kiss. Their lips move together, their tongues swiping against one another, and the taste of Eddie is like a drug. Buck can't get enough of him. He’s not sure how he’s going to go back to Eddie being his best friend when he knows what it’s like to have more. To have Eddie’s touches, Eddie’s kisses, Eddie’s mouth over his whole body. But then, Buck remembers Eddie’s words from the sauna.
I’m not going to say it now, not while we’re like this. But it’s okay. We’re okay.
Maybe Buck won’t have to pretend anymore.
They break apart after a while, their chests heaving, and Buck smiles shyly at Eddie, the afterglow of sex and orgasm making him feel warm and fuzzy.
"We should probably get cleaned up," Eddie says, and he trails his fingers around to Buck’s back. He runs his fingers up and down Buck’s lower spine, rubbing his come into Buck’s skin, and Buck shivers under the touch. He almost doesn’t want to get clean, preferring to walk around with Eddie’s essence seeping into his skin, but he’s also keenly aware of how nasty dried come feels. Plus, they’re both sweaty as hell from the sauna and probably smelling like a couple of frat boys, so another shower sounds like a sensible idea.
The water feels heavenly against his skin, and Buck relaxes into Eddie’s arms as he holds him. He’s always been clingy after sex, and initially he hesitates, not wanting to smother Eddie, but he reels Buck in, blanketing Buck’s body with his own.
Buck hums as Eddie washes him, his touch soft and soothing over his skin. He feels like his senses have been turned up to 200% after the heady combination of the sauna, the shower, and a mind-blowing orgasm, so it feels incredible to have Eddie’s hands on him.
By the time they’ve finished the shower, both men considerably cleaner than before, Buck’s head has cleared a bit. He’s quiet as they dress, his mind replaying every moment of their encounter. He can’t believe he told Eddie he loved him, and under those circumstances too!
“Hey,” Eddie says, holding Buck’s wrist as he goes to pull his shirt over his head. “Are you okay? You’re quiet.”
Buck can’t meet Eddie’s eye as he replies. “Yeah, I’m just –” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “I’m sorry if I made this – us – weird.”
Eddie frowns, his brows furrowing in a way that’s frankly too adorable to be fair, and he cups Buck’s face with both hands. He strokes Buck’s cheekbones with his thumbs, his brown eyes piercing into Buck’s blue ones.
“Buck, you know why I didn’t say it back, right?” he asks, and Buck shrugs noncommittally.
“I didn’t say it back because it wasn’t the right time. I want you to hear it from me when we’re not both horny and lust driven. But I also want you to know that I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
“Really?” Buck asks quietly.
Eddie pitches forward and kisses Buck sweetly, as though trying to pour all of his love and reassurance into a single touch of the lips.
“Yeah, baby,” he says when they pull apart. “You’re it for me.”
Buck flushes from head to toe, and there’s an immense sense of relief that washes over him. He grins and kisses Eddie again, because he can do that now apparently. He can feel Eddie smiling into the kiss, and eventually they have to pull apart because they’re too busy grinning like idiots to get any worthwhile kissing done.
“Come on,” Eddie says, threading his fingers in Buck’s, and goddamn they fit together like a puzzle piece, as if they’re made for each other. “I feel like this isn’t the best place for this conversation.” He gestures to their surroundings – a locker filled shower room not dissimilar from what Buck remembers from high school.
Buck laughs, allowing Eddie to pull him from the room. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that one.” Their hands swing between them as they walk, and Buck’s stomach does this funny little twist as the attendant at the front desk gives them a nod, glancing at their intertwined fingers. He feels so claimed.
Eddie only lets go of his hand long enough for them to climb into the Jeep, immediately claiming it back when Buck’s settled into the driver’s seat. He leans over the centre console and kisses the spot just below Buck’s neck.
“Take me home, sweetheart,” he whispers in Buck’s ear, and Buck immediately throws the car into drive.
Honestly, if he’d known going to a nude sauna was all it would take for him and Eddie to cross that invisible line they’d been dancing around for years, Buck would have done that way sooner.