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Eddie parked his truck, grabbed his bag, and headed gratefully into his own house. He was glad he went back to El Paso for the funeral, but his cousin had only been a couple years older than Eddie himself and it'd been tough for everybody regardless of how long he'd outlived the doctors' estimates. The trip had been short and relatively fast - flying in the day before, funeral, flying out the day after - but the whirlwind had only made the sharp grief and his complicated relationship with El Paso all that much worse. Some of the grief had been old, too. Maybe a lot of it. Hard memories of Shannon's death had been drug up by the service and by people he hadn't seen in years offering well intentioned condolences.
He really hadn't been in the mood for L.A. traffic after all that, but Buck and Tommy's schedules had meant Eddie had to drive himself to the airport and bring the truck home when he returned. They'd offered to go get it, then pick him up when he got back, but Eddie had turned them down because that would have been stupid for a two day trip. In hindsight, it still would have been stupid, but they maybe had a point - he felt like he'd gone three rounds in a no holds barred fight by the time he unlocked the front door.
Inside, he hung up his keys, pulled his wallet out to drop on the side table, and read the note taped to the mirror while he took his shoes off. It was Tommy's handwriting and was letting Eddie know that Chris was at a friend's house. That was hardly unusual at this point. It seemed like at least half the time either Chris was at home and half a dozen kids were visiting or Chris was one of the half dozen kids at someone else's house. Exactly which kids made up the half dozen varied. It still baffled Eddie that he had such a sociable, popular kid. Clearly Shannon's genes were winning that contest.
Relieved of parental duties, he carried his bag toward the bedroom, fully intending to take a shower after unpacking. He'd taken one earlier, but even short flights - in jets, anyway - always made him feel like he needed another. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, though, his train of thought abruptly veered off onto another track entirely. Dropping his bag next to him, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
Tommy was sitting on the bed, reclined back against the headboard and watching television. Buck was curled up on his side and laying between Tommy's legs, his head resting on one of Tommy's thighs, with Tommy's hand threading through his hair. There was an old MMA fight playing onscreen with the volume low and the whole scene would have been reasonably innocent given they were both wearing shorts, except Buck was wearing his favorite red collar and had his wrists bound in front of him. He was also being very quiet and looked somewhere between dozing and meditative.
"Good flight?" Tommy asked, looking over at him.
Eddie shrugged. "Eh, big plane, stranger for a pilot. It was fine. I got here in one piece."
Tommy smiled, quick and bright.
"Is this a welcome home present or are you just entertaining yourselves?"
Tommy tugged backward a little and tilted his head down to check Buck's expression. Buck offered no resistance. "Both, actually, and he was fretting."
Yeah, Eddie'd gotten that. Buck hadn't been happy about him going to a funeral in El Paso alone. Not that he'd actually said much before Eddie'd left or when Eddie talked to him the night before, but the vibes had been strong. Now, though, the vibes were pliable and very, very willing. If Eddie were being honest, this wasn't his favorite Buck to play with, but it was good for when Buck was vibrating out of his skin and he always came out of it like he'd had a good workout, good meal, and good nap, so. Eddie considered his options.
Making Buck sit and watch while he and Tommy took each other apart was always entertaining, but not a game for a Buck this far in his head. Eddie genuinely didn't know if Buck would even notice right now. There was also the hard and rough option - walk over, take himself out, and have Buck suck him nice and hard before flipping Buck over and fucking him until he cried - but given where he was starting from, Buck would just end up confused and in a bad headspace. Then there was the slower option and... Yeah, that one felt right, both to Eddie and for Buck. Considering Tommy was just cuddling and petting Buck while watching television, Eddie was pretty sure it'd work for him, too.
Eddie moved his bag to the far side of the room, then stripped down to his boxers before getting up on the bed with them. Situating himself stretched out facing Buck, with a pillow under his head for lack of a handy thigh, Eddie traced Buck's cheeks and nose and lips with his fingers. Buck made an inquisitive noise, then sighed and said on an exhale, "Eddie."
"Yeah, Buck, right here."
Buck blinked, a little more awareness seeping in. "Eddie. You're back." He smiled sweetly.
"I am. Did you think you were dreaming?"
"Kinda, yeah."
"This is a very good dream," Eddie said, leaning in to kiss Buck. He kissed him for a while - just soft kisses, a gentle mingling of their mouths as much as anything. The living reassurance of Buck's warmth and steady breathing, the feel of Tommy's hand, now as likely to be petting Eddie as Buck. The fight kept playing in the background and Tommy didn't complain of being used as a pillow.
Eventually, though, he did pull back. It was just enough to ask, "You okay with your hands being untied?"
Buck lifted them for Eddie to pick at the knot one handed until he could unwrap them.
With Buck's hands free, Eddie took them in his own and pull them up so he could kiss Buck's knuckles. "Hi, Buck. Did you miss me?"
"So much."
Eddie grinned and kissed him one more time before he pushed Buck onto his back, then moved over to lay on top of him. Tommy still didn't say anything, just spread his thighs a little wider to accommodate Buck's shoulders and bent one leg up to accommodate the rest of him. Pressing Buck down - into the bed, into Tommy's thigh and the hollow between his thigh and pelvis - Eddie went back to kissing him, now with a lot more intent. Buck, with his hands untied, could wrap his arms around Eddie's waist and hold on.
Buck wasn't noticeably hard yet and Eddie just had the potential of it between his own legs, but he could feel against the back of his hand that Tommy's cock was starting to take a interest from the activity in such close proximity. Eddie ignored it because Tommy was the kind of guy who liked a long, slow burn arousal. Instead, he moved Buck's hands to Tommy's knees, then wriggled down to start kissing and licking his way down Buck's neck, or at least the little not covered by the collar. He nudged at the collar with his nose and Buck stretched a little, tilting his head to the side in submission.
Eddie hummed, pleased. "Such a nice collar you're wearing. Someone must think you're pretty special." He nipped at the skin below it.
Buck just sighed happily.
Tommy had been very proud of himself for that purchase. Eddie had been leery of the chain tightener in the back, but Tommy had demonstrated there were stops to keep it from going more than a notch tighter than the buckle and the rest was for show. Buck had been starry eyed over the whole thing, and now Eddie was also glad there was a softer leather lining considering it took a long while after it went on for Buck to be willing to have it taken back off. They hadn't left enough time for that once and Buck had to have it off sooner than he wanted, which had made him downright snippy for the rest of the day. It had been pretty funny and also incredibly annoying. Now the collar only came out when they had plenty of time.
Eddie folded his knees under himself and worked his way down Buck's body with his mouth, detouring when he got to Buck's pecs. The discovery that Buck's nipples were sensitive and he liked when Eddie played with them had been a very good day for both of them. Shannon's hadn't been particularly and Eddie had never lingered on them because of it, even though she was plenty willing to indulge the fact that using his hands and mouth on her breasts did a lot for him. It had felt like doing that would've defeated the real fun of making each other feel good. He hadn't felt like he was missing anything.
Buck's reaction the first time Eddie had sucked on one of his nipples, though, that had been a revelation. Buck's nipples had a hotline to his cock and, now that he knew, Eddie cheerfully used that without mercy. He'd damn near gotten Buck off just by sucking on and playing with his nipples once and it had been fucking amazing.
That wasn't what he was about today, but Tommy had said it was his welcome home present. Buck's breaths sped up as soon as Eddie settled in, took one hard nipple in his mouth, and sucked while his hand wandered over to toy with the other. Eddie's own cock had started filling out by the time he switched sides, applying broad licks of his tongue before gently tugging with his teeth. That got a moan out of buck and a near sob when Eddie followed it with sucking. Eddie alternated for a while, feeling a little greedy even if the rigid line he could feel growing between them told him Buck was enjoying it too.
By the time Eddie finally moved back to Buck's centerline and continued his journey, Buck was panting and fully hard and Eddie wasn't far behind. Arriving at mouth level with the cock that had been pushing insistently at his abs, Eddie did one slow, blatant lick up the hard shaft that was still hidden by Buck's shorts. That was entirely for Tommy's visual benefit. For Buck's, he started down the side, sucking along the length. He was ignoring Tommy on purpose, so he couldn't look to see how effective the first thing had been, but Buck whined from the second. Eddie reached the base, nuzzled at Buck's balls, then went back up to suckle at the rapidly spreading wet spot.
"Eddie," Buck gasped out.
Eddie pulled his mouth away, which got him a long whine. "Yes, Buck? Did you need something?"
Buck was still pretty far in his own head and, going by his sudden frown, the wires were crossed somewhere.
"Tell me what you want, Buck," he clarified.
He knew the answer, so he was going to go ahead and do it if Buck kept struggling, but Buck managed a fully coherent, "My shorts off and to come?"
"Good boy," Tommy said for Eddie, back to petting Buck's hair.
Eddie looked up for the first time since he'd focused on Buck and grinned at the look on Tommy's face. He did a slow, blatant scan down Tommy's body to his - yeah, very hard cock, which twitched when Eddie wetted his lips just to apply a little torment. He wasn't going to do anything about it yet. Tommy could wait.
Eddie sat up and moved backward off the bed so he could pull Buck's shorts off. With Buck laying there, panting and hazy eyed, bare except for the collar, reddened nipples that looked tender and sensitive with his head pillowed right next to Tommy's hard cock... It was a picture Eddie had to stop and savor for a minute. He slipped his hand into his boxers to palm his cock, giving it a couple of firm tugs to ease the ache.
Once the worst of the surging lust had subsided, he knelt on the bed between Buck's thighs and stretched up along his body, propping himself up on his forearms. Before he even had to ask, Tommy's body shifted under them, toward the night stand, and Eddie heard the drawer open and close. Eddie went back to kissing Buck, balancing on one arm while holding the other hand, palm up, toward Tommy. Lube provided, Eddie reached into the space between him and Buck and wrapped his hand around Buck's cock.
Buck's upper body came up off the bed a little and he made a noise Eddie couldn't even identify. Eddie was pretty sure it was a good noise, so he started nice, firm strokes of Buck's cock. Buck gasped and wrapped one hand around the back of Eddie's neck, like he needed to hang on, then spread his thighs wider, hooking one leg over Tommy's when he ran into the leg that was still stretched out.
Buck's quiet streak broke a little with a repeated, "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie." It lit a warm, possessive glow in Eddie's chest. He really did like being the only thing in his lovers' heads sometimes, and especially when it was Buck.
"I'm right here. You going to come for me? I want you to, want you to make a mess of both of us. Can you do that for me? Show me what a good boy you are?"
Buck cried out again and came, cock pulsing in Eddie's grip, the spill of semen making a mess of Eddie's hand and both their stomachs.
"Good boy," Eddie said, gentling his grip and letting go completely when he felt Buck's muscles relax. He pulled his hand out from between them and dropped down, spreading the mess even more, before going back to kissing Buck gently. He rested his hand on Tommy's closest thigh while Buck drifted down from the high of orgasm.
Eddie did get up after a few minutes, though, hard cock and all, to go strip off his boxers, clean himself up, and get a couple of washcloths to wipe Buck down.
Tommy was smiling when Eddie came back. "Really?"
Eddie ignored him in favor of cleaning Buck up, then coaxing him to move over to the outside of Tommy's leg. Eddie needed some room to work and Buck was a fairly large obstacle. With Buck was resettled, Eddie perched over Tommy's thighs, took Tommy's face in both hands, and claimed Tommy's mouth for his own. Tommy didn't groan - it was more a heavy exhalation against Eddie's mouth, almost half a laugh, as he let himself be taken.
Eddie let himself lose track for a while, let his hands fall to Tommy's hips and their hard cocks brush occasionally, which made quiet, needy noises fall out of both their mouths every time. Eddie didn't always love the tease as much as Tommy, but today it was good. It shut out the rest of the world and stretched the pleasure like it would last forever. Eventually, though, his arousal started getting insistent, the adrenaline making him impatient. He broke away from the kiss and shifted down to stretch back between Tommy's thighs. Fortunately Tommy was just wearing loose shorts with a stretchy waistband because Eddie knew damn well the man had a thing for being half dressed when he was getting his cock wet.
Eddie settled in, rubbing himself only a little gratuitously against the bed before firmly putting his own hard-on back out of his mind for a bit longer. He was busy right now.
He tugged the waistband of the shorts about halfway down Tommy's cock with one hand and fitted his mouth over the top, sinking down just a little and sucking. Tommy did groan then, all the muscles Eddie could feel contracting. Once he relaxed back into it, Eddie used his other hand to start massaging Tommy's balls through the crotch of his shorts. Eddie hummed, pleased, at sharp inhale above him as all the muscles contracted again.
Eddie couldn't deep throat like Buck and Tommy, but he liked to think his blowjobs had their own charms. Neither Buck nor Tommy had disagreed when he'd asked them. Granted, he'd asked each of them while holding their very hard cocks because he was an asshole that way, but still.
He kept massaging with the one hand and wrapped his other around the base of Tommy's cock, stretching his shorts down further in the process, bobbing and sucking on the rest enthusiastically. Tommy, panting now, sank one hand in Eddie's hair and Eddie could see out of the corner of his eye that he'd done the same to Buck.
"Jesus fuck, Eddie," Tommy said above him, voice strained, "the fucking mouth on you." Then, after a few more minutes filled with the sounds of groaning and heavy breathing, just as Eddie's jaws were really starting to ache, he gritted out, "If you're not planning to swallow, you might want to pull off."
Eddie didn't pull off. Tommy curled down over him as he orgasmed and Eddie managed to swallow almost all of hot come that flooded his mouth. When Tommy collapsed back, his hand falling away, Eddie pulled off and licked up the little that had spilled on Tommy's skin and on his own hand.
Eddie felt like a wreck when he sat back on his heels, smirking at Tommy while getting his breath back. His lips were sore, he could feel the flush in his face from the exertion, and he knew his hair was a mess from Tommy's hand. That was all besides the prominence of his now very eager cock. He tugged at it absently. Tommy, also flushed and breathless, leaned forward enough to curve one hand around the back of Eddie's head and tug him into a deep and filthy kiss.
Tommy pulled back after a minute, resting his forehead against Eddie's, both of them panting into the space between.
"Well, I'm definitely enjoying your welcome home present," Tommy said. After Eddie huffed out a laugh, he asked, "What do you want?" Just in case Eddie had been in doubt of what he meant, Tommy clarified it by cupping Eddie's balls in his other hand, massaging them and then sliding up to stroke his cock.
Eddie groaned at the lightning that flickered down his thighs and up his spine. Now that he wasn't actively trying to ignore it, the urge to rut was a white hot flare between his legs. "Don't know honestly," he got out despite the shortage of breath. "Anything, just don't go anywhere."
He felt Buck move. "Shift up," Buck said, sounding a little hoarse but also like maybe he'd found his way back while Eddie was blowing Tommy. Eddie shifted up so his knees were on either side of Tommy's hips again and Buck settled in behind him, a long, hot line from Eddie's shoulders to his thighs. Tommy had pulled back a little while they rearranged, but put his forehead back to Eddie's when Buck was in place.
Eddie let his breath out and his eyes slip closed. He was buried in them, Buck and Tommy the only things he could see and hear, miles of their skin pressed against his own. He hadn't known this was what he wanted, what he needed, until he was between the living heat of their bodies. Buck had, though. Of course he had. It was suddenly too much in exactly the right way and, no matter how he locked his muscles, Eddie couldn't stop the shaking that had taken over.
"Not going anywhere," Buck said quietly into his ear as he wrapped one arm around Eddie's waist and slid the other hand down to join Tommy's between Eddie's legs.
Eddie didn't know who was doing what, just that there were two hands stroking his cock and playing with his balls, and that lube had entered the equation at some point. He had Tommy kissing him with heart stopping gentleness and Buck's mouth teasing at the tender skin behind his ear. When he came, it was almost a surprise he'd finally gotten there.
They didn't pull away right after, just eased their grips and cradled his cock for a bit while his breathing slowed. It was Buck who shifted his body away first. He left and returned with a couple of wet washcloths, which made Tommy huff out a laugh, but he offered up his hand for cleaning. Then Buck poked at Eddie's bicep. "Lay down."
Eddie swung his knee over Tommy, laid down, and stretched out. Buck used the other washcloth to clean the lube off of him, looking strangely pleased to be doing it. Well, maybe not so strangely for Buck.
After taking the washcloths back to the bathroom, Buck spooned up behind Eddie again, this time horizontally, and let out a deeply relieved sigh. "I'm glad you're back, Eddie."
"Me too." He'd already let his eyes slip closed. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" He wasn't really expecting any substantial answer. He'd texted both of them and Chris while he was gone, and there was the group chats, too. He'd talked to Buck for damn near an hour the night before. The trip hadn't been fun, but it would've been a lot worse without all of them in his pocket.
"Chim's hair's green for a while."
Eddie opened his eyes back up. "What."
"Early morning call, I'll tell you about it later, but yeah. I have pictures."
Tommy, who'd stretched out facing him, gave him a blinding grin. "I've seen them. It is SO green."
Right, well, that was a thing for after a nap. He reached over, tugged at Tommy's shoulder, and said, "Closer."
Tommy crowded in and, yeah, that was better. He was bound to wake up sweating in no time from being surrounded by this much body heat, but for now it felt good. It felt like being drenched in life, like maybe any more grief could wait for some future day. For now, he could just match his breathing to Buck's and let himself drift off because they'd be there when he woke.