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“Oh God,” Buck chuckles, looking at the picture he was just sent by Connor. He’s in bed, back up against the headboard, scrolling on his phone while his boyfriend finally starts to undress and join him in bed.
“What?” Eddie asks, smiling over at him, nosy as hell.
“Connor sent me this throwback picture of us outside of some random person’s house party,” Buck tells him. “Come see,” he adds, patting the bed beside him, subtly telling him to hurry the fuck up.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie chuckles, finally in his boxer briefs, sliding in beside him.
Buck turns his phone so Eddie can also see the picture of him and Connor. They’re wasted— Buck’s got a joint up to his lips and Connor’s smiling so big his eyes are closed, his arm draped over Buck’s shoulders.
“Wow,” Eddie chuckles. “You look so different— you’re so young.”
“Hey—” Buck smacks his arm.
“No—” Eddie laughs, “That’s not what I meant. I just haven’t really seen many pictures of you when you were young, you don’t really share them— that’s all.”
“Yeah, well—” Buck shrugs. “Don’t have a lot of them.”
Eddie says softly, “Hey,” as he puts his finger under his chin and turns his head towards him. He leans in and kisses him softly on the lips. Buck smiles softly when they pull back.
“This picture is really cute though,” Eddie teases, making Buck blush. “You look like such a little pothead with your beanie on too.”
Buck laughs, “Yeah— you like that look? Would you have come talk to me at that party?”
Eddie blushes. “I’d want to but probably wouldn’t have,” he says shyly.
“Have you ever smoked weed? I don’t think that I even know this,” Buck perks up, turning to face Eddie fully.
Eddie rolls his eyes at him but loves the way Buck’s crossed legs are now practically all over him and he’s sitting so close to him that if he moved his arm slightly it’d be up against Buck’s tits. “I tried it a couple times in high school but well—” he trails off.
Eddie then got Shannon pregnant and he left for the army. He didn’t get to have a college experience of trying different drugs and hooking up with too many people and partying all night long just to go to class early in the morning.
Buck takes Eddie’s hand and squeezes it. He gasps softly at the idea before voicing it, “We should try it together at least once— that would be so fun.”
Eddie scoffs, “You’re kidding.”
“No! Eds— we should get high together the next time we have the house to ourselves and just have a chill night, we can watch movies and order take out and fuck— like a lot,” Buck says, adding the last part in quietly, leaning into Eddie’s side to nuzzle into his neck.
Eddie’s dick twitches at the touch and the thought of them fucking while high. “I did hear that it feels different fucking while high,” he says, turning his head slightly to look into Buck’s eyes.
Buck hums, “Mhmm,” before kissing him softly but gets deeper as they slide their tongues against each other.
That’s the end of that conversation as their kisses get deeper and they get lower down on the bed and under the sheets.
*
Two weeks later, Christopher has a sleepover with Denny at the Wilson house leaving Buck and Eddie with the house to themselves. Buck heads to a dispensary to get what they need while Eddie drops Chris off at his sleepover.
They meet back up at home and get into some comfortable clothing— Eddie in black sweatpants and a black tank top and Buck in gray sweatpants and a gray tank top that’s looser fitting.
“Okay so I got us a three and a half ‘cause I don’t think we’ll need more than that and they don’t sell anything less,” Buck tells him as he puts the bag from the dispensary onto the kitchen table where they just sat down.
“What does that even mean?” Eddie asks.
Buck smiles fondly at him, “Three and a half grams,” he clarifies. He empties the bag and says, “I also got us this grinder and ashtray that has frogs on them, aren’t they cute? This ghostface rolling tray— how sick is this?” he asks, holding each up for Eddie to see.
Eddie nods, “Yeah,” before Buck continues. “And some rolling papers, filters, and a lighter.”
“Lot of stuff just to roll a joint,” Eddie notes.
“All necessary— promise,” Buck smiles.
Buck takes the container of weed and opens it, taking out a nug and putting it into the grinder.
“You know how to roll?” Eddie asks, watching him do each step.
“Eh—” Buck shrugs. “Kind of— I haven’t smoked in almost a decade but I think I can get it.”
Eddie watches his boyfriend try to roll them a joint to smoke. He empties the grinding up weed onto the tray and takes a filter out of it’s pack and rolls it up then takes a rolling paper as well. “Oh, I need something to scoop this up—” he starts to say as he gets up and finds a discarded restaurant business card in the junk drawer and uses that to help him.
Eddie’s busy watching Buck’s hands work that at first he almost doesn’t see Buck screw it up by dropping weed back onto the tray, his fingers not rolling it up the way he so clearly wants it to.
Buck groans, “Why is this so much harder than it looks?”
He keeps trying— still groaning his way through it— “This is why I only ever smoked when other people would roll. I’m too hot to be expected to know how to do this.”
Eddie chuckles, smiling at his boyfriend fondly. “That you are, sweetheart,” he says, leaning into his side and kissing him softly on the cheek. “Can I give it a try?”
“Yeah but baby, you’re also hot so we may never get to smoke this,” Buck teases, winking at him and making Eddie blush at being flirted with.
“Shut up,” he smiles, pulling the tray over to him and taking a new rolling paper as the one Buck had been using is now all crumpled.
He knows the basics from watching Buck and that’s to scoop up the weed and put it into the paper, making sure to roll it into itself enough to get it into a cone-like shape then lick the part that’ll stick and finish the joint.
Buck’s eyes are glued onto Eddie’s hands as he watches him struggle at first but then gets way too good at it for his first try. Eddie’s got the hottest hands he’s ever seen and they’re one of the first thighs he noticed about him when they first met.
Big, strong hands like Eddie’s have always turned him on but especially Eddie’s—they move so delicately even though he knows how strong they are. All Buck can think about is taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them until Eddie’s hard like a rock, dripping wet with—
“Like that?” Eddie’s voice breaks him out of his naughty thoughts to see him holding up the most perfect joint he’s ever seen someone roll for their first time.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Buck says, reaching for it and taking it in hand to look at closely.
“Is it not good?” Eddie asks, questioning himself at Buck’s reaction.
“It’s perfect,” Buck groans, putting the joint back onto the tray. “You don’t even smoke like ever, how the hell did you roll a bat?”
Eddie blushes at the praise. “I don’t know, just tried doing what I saw you doing,” he says shyly.
“My fingers are too big and fat, I guess,” Buck pouts. He knows he’s being a brat but he can’t help it.
Especially when Eddie takes his hand in his and kisses his fingers. He says, “No, they’re the perfect size,” and kisses them again. Buck blushes, smiling softly. “I’m just really good with my hands,” he says in his deep voice, a heat unraveling inside of Buck at the sound.
“Oh, I know you are,” Buck flirts back, turning his body to face Eddie, sliding their legs between each other.
Eddie smirks at him as he leans in to capture Buck’s lips with his, deepening the kiss as he feels Buck’s hands on his thighs. Buck slows the kissing down and pulls away gently, keeping his hands on Eddie’s thighs.
“Since my hot boyfriend just rolled such a beautiful joint with his big, strong, sexy, skillful hands, I think we should go outside and smoke this. We can resume this after,” Buck tells him, motioning between them.
Buck picks up the joint, the lighter, and the ashtray before getting up and Eddie follows him outside. Buck had set up a cute little nook outside with a small table big enough for the three of them and three chairs. There’s also a cute little potted cactus in the middle of the table.
They sit down and Buck puts the joint between his lips and lights it, inhaling a large puff before blowing it out and coughing slightly. It’s nice out— it’s around five o’clock and the sun is still shining and keeping them warm. They sit closely together as they pass the joint between them. Buck watches Eddie’s hand and the way it holds the joint and how he puts the filter between his lips and how they pucker when he inhales.
“What?” Eddie asks, smiling at him goofily, his eyes getting smaller— he’s definitely feeling the effects.
“You make smoking weed look so hot,” Buck tells him, plucking the joint out of his hand. “C’mere, let’s do a shotgun,” he adds before taking a hit and leaning in close to Eddie who meets him halfway.
Buck holds Eddie’s chin with two fingers and his thumb on the front part of his chin right under his lips pulling it down slightly so Eddie parts his lips.
Eddie doesn’t get a moment to even react to how hot that was before Buck is blowing smoke right into his open mouth, his lips ghosting over his, making him want to close the distance and feel his perfect lips on his but he can’t— not with Buck’s hand holding his face in place.
When Buck finishes, Eddie then blows the smoke out above them, Buck’s hand still on his chin. His thumb moves up to his bottom lip and pulls it down again. Eddie moans softly and he can see Buck’s blue eyes get darker, knowing he’s turning him on.
Buck pulls him in, kissing him hard on the lips. Eddie moans into the kiss— finally getting what he wanted— and runs his hands up Buck’s thighs, squeezing them between his fingers, as he shoves his tongue into his mouth even deeper, tasting the sweetness of Buck and the harshness of the smoke.
Buck slowly pulls back much to Eddie’s disappointment until he says, “Need you naked on the couch so I can ride you like the good cowboy you are,” and winks at him.
“Fuck,” Eddie moans. He watches as Buck puts the joint into the ashtray and picks that up and the lighter.
They head inside, Buck leaves the half smoked joint in the ashtray on the table with the rest of the supplies as Eddie grabs them some water from the fridge since he’s now feeling really thirsty— for more than just his man.
Buck takes Eddie’s hand and pulls him away from the counter and towards the living room. Eddie lets himself be guided by Buck, even pushed back onto the couch with a soft giggle.
Buck smirks at him, looking down at him from where he stands between his open legs. “Don’t move,” he says before stepping away and out of the room. He comes back quickly dropping the lube onto the couch next to Eddie.
Eddie looks up at Buck who slowly lifts his leg, putting his knee on the couch next to Eddie’s hip and moves to straddle him, pressing down hard on him.
Eddie’s hands instantly grip his waist, holding him in place as Buck’s hands wander up his chest to his shoulders. Buck leans in and kisses him softly on the lips which quickly turns messy and deep— both of them too high and turned on to have any decorum.
They clumsily pull at each other's shirts trying to get them off over their heads until finally they’re both shirtless and out of breath.
Eddie can feel Buck’s hard length through his sweatpants up against his own and God— his mouth salivates at the thought of getting it into his mouth.
“Get up,” he tells Buck who quickly obliges, standing between his open legs again, cock hard and clearly visible through his sweats.
Eddie reaches for the waistband and slowly pulls them down exposing him completely— he doesn’t have any underwear on.
“Fuck, baby— such a tease,” he flirts, looking up at him through his long lashes, biting his bottom lip which he knows drives Buck crazy.
Buck reaches out to caress his face, his thumb pulling his bottom lip free, his own mouth slightly parted as he breathes heavily.
“Need to taste you, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him and he sees Buck’s dick twitch.
“Fuck,” Buck moans as he steps closer, letting Eddie take his leaking cock in hand and wrap his lips around the head.
Eddie moans loudly after he takes as much of him into his mouth as he can, swirling his tongue around.
Buck’s hand is immediately tangled up in his hair, gripping onto it tight just how Eddie likes it. He loves when he takes what he needs, not being afraid to be rough with him. Eddie opens his throat and takes him further until he’s deep throating him.
“Jesus— Eddie,” Buck moans loudly, trying to stop himself from fucking his mouth. Eddie pulls almost all the way off before going back in, teasing him as best he can.
Buck pulls Eddie off of him and says, “Get those pants off, need you inside me now.”
Eddie’s grinning, mouth wet with precum and spit and quickly removes his pants and boxer briefs off, kicking them off to the side before Buck’s immediately climbing back onto his lap.
Their hard cocks slide together as Buck presses himself hard against Eddie to kiss him sloppily.
Eddie reaches for the lube blindly beside him before opening it and squeezing some onto his fingers without breaking their kiss. Buck’s lips move down to Eddie’s neck as Eddie’s slicked up fingers circle his tight hole.
Buck bites at his throat when Eddie pushes a finger slowly inside of him past the tight ring of muscle. When Eddie adds a second finger, Buck moans deeply into the crook of his neck.
Buck rocks up and down on Eddie’s fingers as their cocks slide against each other. The friction is good but God— they need more.
Buck sits back on Eddie’s fingers, exposing his chest to him as he arches his back when Eddie’s fingers brush against his prostate.
“Baby— right there,” he moans and fuck—
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him, watching Buck fuck himself on Eddie’s fingers.
Buck presses himself back to Eddie, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him hard.
He lifts himself off of Eddie’s fingers and takes the lube, squeezing some onto his hand and taking Eddie’s neglected cock in hand and strokes him.
Eddie moans at the touch, thrusting his hips up into Buck’s fist. Buck strokes him a few times before he hovers over him and slowly sinks down onto him— both of them moaning loudly.
Buck grips onto the back of the couch on either side of Eddie’s head as he starts riding him.
Eddie’s hands are gripping onto Buck’s hips helping to guide him up and down but letting Buck do all the work as he wanted.
“I’ve never seen someone more beautiful,” he tells him, loving the way Buck blushes at the compliment and the way his birthmark gets darker the more he exerts himself.
Eddie’s hands move to Buck’s ass, grabbing on and squeezing them watching the space between them as Buck sinks back down onto his cock then slowly rises up.
Eddie throws his head back and thrusts his hips up to meet Buck as he slams back down onto him and Buck moans loudly— he knows he got that sweet spot inside of him.
Eddie does it again— and again— until Buck’s a moaning, whimpering mess. The way he moans Eddie’s name is downright sinful and Eddie’s so close.
“I’m so close, baby— you’re so fucking sexy, so beautiful the way you moan for me, so good for me, you ride me so good, sweetheart, gonna cum so hard inside you,” Eddie rambles on— so far gone for him too.
Buck moans into Eddie’s neck, kissing him up to his ear and panting softly into his ear. “You fuck me so good, baby— that big cock stretching me out. Fuuuuck—“ he gets cut off by Eddie thrusting up right into his prostate again. “I’m so close, baby— don’t stop, please.”
“Come for me, Buck— wanna see how good you are for me,” Eddie says deeply into his ear before nipping at his earlobe.
Buck squeezes around him as he cums hard between them, all over Eddie’s cock and both their stomachs.
The tightness around his cock and the way Buck arches his back and moans his name is enough for Eddie to cum hard deep inside of Buck, grabbing onto his hips hard and trying to kiss him hard on the lips but they’re both just breathing hard against each other’s mouths.
Buck slumps against him and they stay like that a few moments before they start to feel sticky so Buck— with Eddie’s help— slowly gets off his lap and up on his feet.
Eddie guides him to the washroom where he starts a hot shower for them and they both get in. Eddie washes them both clean before they’re back in their comfortable clothes and wrapped around each other on the couch.
They’re both blissfully fucked out— for now— and cuddling on the couch as they wait for their take out to get there.
“So— first time fucking high,” Buck comments, looking up at Eddie from where he’s got his head on his chest. “What’d ya think?”
Eddie smiles at him softly, “Every kind of sex with you is amazing.”
Buck blushes softly and smacks his chest, making Eddie chuckle. “It was incredible, sweetheart, would definitely do it again.”
“Well—“ Buck trails off. “We still have the joint you rolled before.”
Eddie raises his eyebrow at him before they’re both quickly getting up and heading back outside to smoke again.