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Buck realizes two things at once.
He can’t live without Eddie. He doesn’t remember what his life was like before Eddie. One day this guy waltzed into the firehouse changing his life forever and just - never left, so Buck is not going to let him go. He’ll do anything, anything, to make Eddie stay. Like dropping to his knees in the middle of his kitchen, hands finding purchase on his best friend’s thighs.
Eddie wants him to beg? Then, Buck is going to do exactly that. He’s heard he looks really fucking pretty begging and he’s not going to stop until Eddie desists from moving back to El Paso. They can find another way, Buck will find another way to reunite him with his son, but Eddie is not leaving him.
The second thing he realizes?
Buck really wants to suck him off.
It’s just - Eddie looks so startled and pretty looking down at him with his big, brown eyes and his cock is right there, what else is he supposed to think about?
And he’s got some begging to do. So, if sucking Eddie off is going to help his case; then, so be it.
“Buck, wh-what are you doing?” Eddie has his hands raised in front of him, like he doesn’t know what to do with them and honestly? That won’t do. Buck wants those hands touching him, so he does the most rational thing and guides Eddie’s hands to his hair. A hum leaving his lips even though Eddie’s touch is uncertain.
“I don’t want you to move to El Paso,” Buck simply says, leaning into Eddie’s touch. “Please, Eddie, please don’t leave.”
“Okay, Buck… We can talk about this once you stand up, come on.” Buck grabs his wrists, holding on tight and forcing him to stay right where he is. “Buck,” It sounds more like a plea than anything else and something twists inside of Buck, a hot pool of want in his lower belly.
“Eddie, you don’t understand!” He protests because Eddie is not listening to him, Eddie is not getting it and Buck feels like he can barely breathe, vision blurry just thinking about losing Eddie. “You can’t leave. You can’t.” Eddie takes a long, sighing breath, and opens his mouth, but before he can speak his eyes open again to find Buck’s blue ones filled with tears. “Please.” His voice is a whisper as he leans to rest his head on Eddie’s thigh, rubbing his cheek against the rough material of his pants.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” Eddie murmurs which, of course, only makes him want to cry more, a few tears falling from his eyes. This is beyond his control, he can’t seem to make them stop because his mind keeps repeating he’s moving away he’s leaving you he’s moving away he’s leaving you. “Buck,” Eddie wipes the tears from his eyes and cheeks, then tries to pull Buck’s face away from his thigh but he grabs onto his legs like a toddler, grip so tight Eddie can’t do anything but look at him with wide eyes.
“I-I can think of something. I can find a way of-of forcing your parents to give Chris back to you! I talk almost every day with him, if I talk to him about -”
“It’s not that, Buck.” Eddie gives up trying to make him move and stand up, instead he cups his cheek and catches a few stray tears before they make their way down his face. “You know it’s more than that, we’ve talked about this. I don’t want to force him, I know I’m his father and… and maybe we’ll be back in a few months! It’d be a lot easier to mend my relationship with my son if I’m there with him.”
Buck digs his fingers into Eddie’s inner thigh, teeth biting his tongue hard. No, he thinks, you’re not moving away. You’re not leaving me.
“You can visit us.” Eddie supplies and Buck wants to laugh hysterically because that is simply ridiculous. Buck physically aches every time he needs to go back to the loft after a shift, when they don’t see each other on their days off because Eddie has something to do, so he can’t visit him. He feels like throwing up every time he sits on his uncomfortable couch, thinking of how he can easily relax on Eddie’s with Eddie’s side pressed against his. How is he going to live, to survive , with Eddie all the way in Texas if he can barely function when he’s not around and they live in the same fucking city and see each other almost every goddamn day?
“You aren’t moving away, Eddie. You’re not leaving me here, please… Please, what do I have to do to make you stay?”
He looks at his best friend through his eyelashes, cheek rubbing dangerously close to his cock - Buck can feel it twitching.
“I’ll find a way - I’ll find a way to bring him home to you but you’re not leaving, Eddie.” Buck, honest to god, pouts and something stirs in Eddie’s eyes. “Okay? You’re gonna stay, right?” He plants a kiss on his thigh, then another one just a little to the left and up, up, up until he’s kissing his pelvis, Eddie’s cock pressing against his cheek. “You’re staying… with me?”
“Buck,” His voice wavers but Buck can still see him restraining himself and he doesn’t want that. He needs Eddie to agree, he needs him to stay .
Buck continues planting kisses all over his thigh and stomach, unbuttoning the last two buttons of his shirt so he can easily pepper kisses and feel the warmth of his skin against his chapped lips. Eddie's whole body shivers, eyes fluttering when Buck decides to make his tongue useful and suck.
“You can’t leave your work, the 118 isn’t the same without you. That was proven when you left to work at dispatch,” Buck plays with the waistband of Eddie’s boxers peeking from under his pants, eyes fixed on Eddie’s own that are looking down at him with something that he can’t decipher dancing in them. “You can’t leave me. What am I gonna do without you, Eddie? What are you going to do without me? We’re a package deal. I breathe and exist because of you… if I could - if I could glue myself to you, if I could get inside of you and make home right there between your ribs, close to your heart and be with you all the time, Eddie, I’ll do it.”
Eddie throws his head back, a low groan slipping past his lips and echoing in the kitchen, his grip on Buck’s hair tightening and making the other man hiss in pain.
Buck resumes his kissing, this time down his happy trail and over the zipper of his pants, teeth dragging it down to relieve him of some of the pressure. There’s no denying how hard Eddie already is and Buck mouth waters, ears ringing.
Blue eyes lock with brown ones in a silent conversation, tension thick in the air around them and all it takes for it to snap and become overwhelming is Eddie pulling his hair with a small, almost imperceptible, nod. Buck wastes no time, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his best friend’s boxers and pulls them down along with his pants. If Eddie notices Buck’s hands shaking, he doesn’t say anything.
Eddie is hard, a small amount of pre-come dripping from the tip. The sight is so obscene that Buck can’t help but lick his lips, tongue brushing the underside of Eddie’s cock and making him thrusts his hips up. He wonders what he tastes like, how he would feel against his tongue.
“Please, Eddie, don’t leave,” His voice is desperate, cracked. He runs his hands up over Eddie’s thighs, feeling the way they tense under his touch. Buck leans down and presses his lips on his skin, kissing his way up until Eddie’s cock is pressing against his cheek and sucks hard, marking him up. Eddie lets out a throaty sound, heavy lidded eyes staring down at Buck, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling hard enough to force Buck’s face up.
Buck maintains eye contact as he leans forward and licks up the side of Eddie’s cock. He wraps a hand around the base and strokes gently, getting used to the feel of his best friend’s cock in his hand. He wants this to be good for Eddie, so good that Eddie forgets all about moving to El Paso and stays right here with him.
Finally, after what feels like hours of just staring and feeling him in his palm, Buck parts his lips and takes his cock in his mouth, a low sound coming from the back of Eddie’s throat when he glides his tongue over the head.
For a moment, Buck just sits there on his knees, feeling the weight of Eddie’s cock on his tongue, breathing in the musky scent that makes him dizzy. Eddie throws his head back as the blue-eyed man takes as much of him as he can.
“Yeah, just like that.” Eddie’s hands pet his hair, his face, and Buck moans because he’s making Eddie feel good and that’s all he’s ever wanted. “So good, Buck. That’s so good,” Eddie’s pubic hair tickles his nose. He stabilizes himself on Eddie’s thigh with his free hand, his own cock pulsing hot and hard against his jeans.
Buck’s teary eyes never leave Eddie’s brown ones, too caught up in the way his face contorts when he uses his tongue just right, how his mouth opens and moans and groans spill out of it. There’s a flush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck that Buck is obsessed with and has him wishing he could see how far it goes.
Buck’s brain is static and white noise, his whole body trembles when Eddie moves his leg and presses it against his bulge. And he has no choice but to press his hips forward and grind against Eddie’s leg in an attempt to relieve himself, and it feels so fucking good that he doesn’t stop, keeping the speed and rhythm between sucking Eddie off and grinding against him consistent.
Buck sucks his best friend’s cock like it’s the only thing he was made for, the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. Like he belongs on his knees. Just for Eddie.
Buck pulls off, spit and pre-come dripping down his chin. “You have a life here, you have family… There’s nothing for you there.” He breathes in deep and ragged through his mouth. “Will you let me help you bring him back? You don’t need to leave, Eddie. Please.” He doesn’t give Eddie time to answer, he just dives right back in to take him deeper into his mouth, until the tip is nudging the back of his throat and has to fight his gag reflexes.
There are tears streaming down Buck’s cheeks again, eyes still trained on Eddie as he chokes and swallows around his cock. He’s making humiliating and desperate sounds, hips thrusting up against his best friend's leg uselessly and it’s too much but also not enough and there’s fire pooling low in his abdomen and Buck just can’t take it anymore, can’t hold it back - with a strangled cry, muffled by Eddie’s cock still in his mouth, Buck comes in his pants.
Apparently, seeing Buck’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes is enough to tip Eddie over the edge. He holds Buck’s head in place, nose pressing into his groin as he spills down his throat. And Buck takes it. He takes it all, humming when Eddie pulls back, threads of cum and spit connecting Eddie’s cock to his lips.
“Please,” Buck sobs, collapsing at Eddie’s feet. “Please, Eddie, I know we can think of something. I am going to think of something - whatever. Whatever it takes to make you stay.”
Eddie takes a sharp intake of breath when Buck looks up at him again, tear-stained cheeks and cum drying on the side of his mouth. A genuine smile dancing across his lips.
“You’re not leaving.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand.
Eddie doesn’t say anything but lets Buck snuggle close and rests his head against his thigh, eyes falling shut. You’re not leaving, echoing through the empty house.