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Eddie wasn't a show off, okay? He was just proud, sometimes. He had every right to be because he always worked so hard. He let go of comfort so he could get somewhere in life, provide, be useful. He worked out, he gave everything in himself for work, for his son, for his family. He was a good man.
So when the station was comparing notes on what's the coolest/weirdest skill they had, well. Eddie could be a little bit proud.
“I can bend too much.”
“Being flexible is not a skill,” Chimney immediately retorted.
“No?” Eddie challenged. “Watch this, then.”
He moved to the middle of their resting area with everyone's eyes on him. He leaned his upper body down, fingertips touching his toes. Everyone scoffed or snickered a little bit because literally anyone who worked out a minimum amount could do that. Yes.
But then he threw his arms back–forward? No, back behind his legs, head coming down to between his knees. Someone gasped to his right. He heard Hen mumbling something about rib cracks.
He then bent his knees, making himself a ball so he could roll onto his back, headfirst. He held his hips close to his face and twisted them, with his legs still folded, so that his legs looked like a cage beside his body. It had been a long time since he tried that one, but he did manage to twist enough that he could hold onto his ankles with both hands in this sideways position. He used them to anchor himself so he could twist again, swiftly and surprised that nothing cracked, as he leaned his whole body weight on his feet. The hands on his ankles shifted so he could wrap his elbows around them, pushing himself closer, and stuffed his head in between them, looking back at the group. His chest touched the floor. He chuckled at their faces.
Hen had a hand over her mouth and eyes wide. Chimney was hiding the view with a hand over his eyes (but had his fingers splayed open so he still could see), Ravi’s jaw was on the floor and Buck… Buck was red, staring wide eyed.
He unfolded himself slowly to not pop anything and, when he was upright again, the group started to clap. He scoffed, waiving a hand at them, feeling heat creeping up to his cheeks listening to them whistle at him, but kept smiling.
Then the bell rang and everyone was scrambling off to the engine.
Buck sat beside him, as usual, and on the ride there he was weirdly silent. Bobby was filling them up on the emergency–kid stuck herself in a tree–and Buck didn't say a word, didn't tell them a story from his reckless childhood, didn't express concern. It was unlike him, so Eddie bumped his shoulder with his own.
“You good there, bud?”
“Hm?” Buck whipped his head to look at Eddie. “Oh, yeah. Fine. Peachy.”
“Uh huh,” Chimney said, just as Hen whispered “I bet.”
Eddie didn't understand but he didn't push either. If Buck needed something, Eddie trusted he'd tell him.
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It didn't take much time. After the shift they went back to Eddie's together for pizza night and, between each of them taking showers, deciding what to watch and eating dinner, Buck couldn't stop mentioning Eddie's little show from earlier.
“Can you lick your elbow?” He'd ask.
“What about touching the back of your feet to the top of your head?” He'd wonder.
Eddie would be annoyed, had it been anyone else. But he could admit to the quiet room in his mind that he was enjoying the little bit of attention it had gotten him, so he answered everything truthfully, even when Buck was growing increasingly flustered with each of his answers.
“Right, but like, what's all that for?” He asked as they sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Eddie was about to turn on the TV but he realized Buck wasn't finished with his questions yet, so he stopped himself from reaching for the remote.
“What do you mean what's all that for? For fun, obviously,” he shrugged.
“Like, were you ever a magician? Or did you learn that for any specific reason?”
“I didn't learn it, Buck,” he threw himself against the back of the couch. He was right, this would take a while. “It happened naturally over years and years of dancing, working out, and being a kid with a weird focus on spatial awareness. I've been doing that for as long as I remember. Perfected it over my teenage years.”
Buck hummed, thoughtful. He fidgeted a little bit, not looking at Eddie. It was cute. “I–I have a question but it's like, if it's way out of line you gotta tell me, man.”
“You always speak out of line,” Eddie pointed out. “But fine, I'll bite.” When Buck didn't say anything, he pressed. “C’mon, shoot.”
Buck took a very deep breath before speaking. “Do you–and I'm just really curious, okay, but do you do that shit in bed?”
Eddie halted completely, going immediately red. “I–well. I mean. Yes? You could say so, yeah.”
“Shit,” Buck went a little glassy eyed, and Eddie went pale at the thought that Buck perhaps might have been imagining him have sex. He snapped his fingers in front of Buck's face.
“Okay, stop that. It's probably nothing like the crazy shit you might be making up in your head right now.”
Buck nodded, licked his fucking lips. “Okay. Then–then what is it like?”
Eddie groaned, “I’m not telling you, dude.”
“No, c’mon, Eddie. I'm–we’re best friends! We don't need to hide anything from each other or–or be ashamed. I'm so fucking curious because that's so cool. Humor me, c’mon.”
And okay, perhaps he was so hesitant to talk about that because it was a little too damning or, whatever. It was the kind of shit that would have gotten him thrown out of his house, he believed. But it was Buck and yeah, he suspected Buck would find it cool, not weird, so… He decided on ‘fuck it’.
“I can suck myself off,” Eddie murmured in one breath, sounding like ‘Icansuckmyselfoff’, hoping Buck wouldn't listen, wouldn't understand, would laugh or– whatever. But Buck sucked in a breath, instead, so loud. He definitely heard. Eddie couldn't even look at his face, so he kept his gaze on Buck's knee and–he saw in real time, slow motion, the twitch in his crotch as he–Jesus fuck. “Um,” he involuntarily mumbled.
“Shit, Eddie,” Buck said with feeling, his voice cracking. “For real? How–how much? How, uh, far can you go?”
“Uh–pretty much to the hilt, actually. I don't have much of a–a gag reflex.”
Buck made a strained sound and Eddie saw him twitch again. Buck's hands were balled in fists on his thighs and he closed his legs a little bit, like he was trying to hide his semi. Eddie decided looking at his knee and seeing all of that out of the corner of his eye wasn't helping, so he lifted his gaze to Buck's eyes instead. It was a mistake.
Buck was staring at his mouth.
“You–you can deepthroat yourself?” He croaked, looked back at Eddie's eyes. Eddie was so goddamn embarrassed he didn't know what to do with himself, so he hid his face between his hands, groaning.
“I don't want to talk about this anymore,” he managed to muffle out between his hands.
“No, don't be embarrassed, Eddie, do you have any idea of how hot that is?” Buck tried to pry his hands off of his face. Eddie let him just because–because well. Buck was saying it was good. And Eddie was proud.
He pouted, just a little bit, feeling a volcano under his cheeks. “You think so? You don't think it's weird?”
Buck shook his head, licking his lips, inching closer. “Definitely not. I–actually, I–I’d love to, uh, see it.”
Eddie's eyes widened. “You–what? Are you asking me to suck my cock in front of you?”
“No, I–uh. Not–not unless you… want to? I’m just–” he gestured to himself weakly, never ending his sentence. Eddie filled in the blank: he was just horny with the idea, to the point where, if Eddie offered to–to show him, he'd gladly watch.
Eddie cleared his throat, chuckled nervously, and refused to meet Buck's gaze. Buck waited patiently, not saying anything, and neither did Eddie for a long time. He wouldn't–he wouldn't, but. But the thought of Buck seeing him show off like that was… something.
“Look, you–you know I'm straight, right?” he finally looked back at Buck, and he had that same glossy eyed expression from before. To his credit, he focused back immediately, licking his lips, nodding his head. “Yeah. Yes. I do.”
Eddie nodded, unmoving. “Okay.”
“What–okay? Like, okay?”
Eddie's confidence came back to him like a blow. He nodded, got up to his feet and straightened himself out, taking off his shirt by the collar. “Yeah. Okay, Buck.”
Buck closed his open mouth with a snap of his teeth. When Eddie reached for his belt, Buck made that strained sound again, like he was in pain. “Um. You–I thought–I thought if you did show me then it'd be just that. Like, pants open and–you know. No need to–to get completely naked about it.”
Eddie, opening up his pants, taking his time, chuckled at how flustered Buck was. “Yeah, but it's a lot of effort to keep that position and it gets warm, makes me all sweaty. Clothes get in the way, can choke me up a little bit –” Buck bit his lip and seemed to get a little cross eyed at the thought. Eddie thought he looked fucking stupid, but in a good way. Like the thought of Eddie sucking himself off got Buck out of his mind. It was actually hot. “– so it's just better overall to be completely naked to do it. Not like you've never seen me naked, anyway.” Buck had never seen him hard, but he was not about to say the quiet part out loud. He finally pushed pants and underwear down, stepping over them to move towards the couch–towards Buck, who gulped audibly. “Are you–will you help me?”
Buck started to breathe really fast. He nodded, not saying anything but flexing his hands like he wanted to put them on Eddie.
“Okay. Get up–I’ll sit down and you’ll help me get my knees up to my shoulders.”
Eddie didn't need help. He was perfectly capable of doing this alone, like he has ever since he learned he could bend that much. That part didn't need to be said out loud, however. So he let Buck get up and stand before him anxiously.
Eddie sat down, slouching just enough that his spine leaned on the couch’s back just the right way. Like this, Buck looked massive in front of him, and it did something to him; his cock twitching slightly much like Buck's had earlier. Which was funny because, you know, Eddie was straight. Sucking cock didn't change that, because, firstly, it was his own cock and purely a masturbation method, and, secondly, he liked women and didn’t think he ever felt attracted to men before.
But if he actually thought about it, swallowing down his catholic upbringing, the disappointed stare of his father and his own internalized judgement… What he liked about sucking himself off was–was actually the fact that it was himself pushing his own head down to fuck his throat. And no blowjob from a woman ever made him feel like that, to be honest. It was always better to have someone do something to you than yourself doing it; that's what everyone says, but not for Eddie–at least not so far, through all the relationships he's had. Because–yeah, bodies were bodies, sex was sex, anything felt good enough, but he was a man.
So it was the fact that it was Buck looking down at him through heavy lidded eyes that made Eddie harden up in his hand as he started slowly stroking himself, holding Buck’s gaze.
Buck kneeled–it actually seemed like his knees buckled–in front of Eddie, hands hovering on top of Eddie’s legs as if waiting for permission. Eddie nodded quietly, hand leaving his cock to be out of the way because he would need to wrap his arm around his thigh after it was in position to be able to reach himself. He was fully hard already under all of this attention, knowing what was about to happen. And then Buck finally touched him.
His hands wrapped around Eddie’s knees and pushed them up, up, up, ‘til they easily touched his shoulders. Eddie did the final effort, then, which was to lean forward a little bit harder so he could cross his ankles behind his head. Buck’s hands slid with the movement, as Eddie’s body slid far down the couch, making it so Buck’s face was directly above his ass and Eddie’s cock brushed against his own cheek. It twitched, leaking a drop of pre-cum on its way, smearing his skin with it, and he whimpered. Buck cursed under his breath watching this scene unfold.
Eddie did the thing–wrapped his arm around his leg so he could reach for his dick again, holding its base in a tight fist. “Fair warning,” he said in a quiet, low voice, “I’m really good at this, so. Feel free to, uh. Touch yourself. Yeah?”
Buck made some aborted movements, like he couldn’t touch himself fast enough, but also like he couldn’t let his hands lift from Eddie’s skin, and he nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again, and finally decided on squeezing Eddie’s thighs and staying put. Eddie scoffed, not unkindly, but–Buck was being pathetic. It was flattering.
“Alright, then,” he mumbled, looking down at himself, and gave himself one firm stroke, aiming the tip at his mouth, licking around the head. He hummed at the sensation–the first taste was always so good– and pouted his lips slightly with his tongue in between them, shaking his cock against it. Buck actually whined at the visual and his hands had a death grip on the back of Eddie’s thighs.
He wasn’t straining himself yet so he took his time, moving his head from side to side so his lips would glide over the head wetly, licking the underside of the gland and over the slit, gulping down the bit of pre-cum he managed to catch on his tongue. He slapped the head against his lower lip a couple of times and lifted his gaze to look right into Buck’s eyes as he finally strained forward, taking half of it inside.
Buck was mesmerized. His mouth was open, eyes transfixed on Eddie’s cock, panting. He was not-so-subtly shifting himself like he was grinding against the couch. It was really fucking hot to watch and to be watched like this, so Eddie moaned against himself, sliding it all out and then back in again. Once he started moaning he couldn’t stop anymore, needy sounds coming out of his throat with every movement as he felt himself drool all over the shaft, wetting it up and making the slide sweet as he forced himself back down with his ankles.
He stopped for just a moment, adjusting himself slightly so he could reach for his balls with his other hand and turn his head to mouth along the length, tongue flicking against the veins there. His toes curled, his eyes closed and he frowned, a groan leaving him as he breathlessly licked from base to tip. He hurriedly put himself inside the wet warmth of his mouth again, leaking all over his tongue and the inside of his cheek as he jerked himself against it. He could barely open his eyes to see Buck’s reacting to the bulge showing up under his skin as he fucked himself directed at his cheek.
Buck was grinding harder now, panting small involuntary huffs, breath hitting Eddie’s asshole every time, and it was too much. Eddie wasn’t gonna last this much longer at all. He slightly pinched his balls as he let go of the base of his dick and put that hand on the back of his own head, so he could force himself down to the hilt.
Buck’s groan covered up the first wet sound of Eddie’s throat as it got hit by his cock, but not the next ones, which sounded too loudly obscene in the quiet room while Eddie deepthroated himself eagerly.
“Fuck, Eddie–” Buck whined again, and his hands were kneading Eddie’s thighs like he couldn’t help himself. “Can I– Eddie, can I please–”
Eddie let go of his head and slid off his cock, gasping wetly, uncrossing his ankles and letting his head fall back a bit, hand rushing to jerk himself off with the overwhelming need to come, and nodded, moaning unabashedly as he felt warmth spreading from his groin to the rest of his body. He felt the first spurt hit his lips and groaned, just as–
Buck was kissing him. Buck was kissing him messily while his cum hit both of their lips, both of them grunting, and Eddie realized Buck was probably coming untouched in his pants as he hitched his hips uncontrollably against the front of the seat, and holy fucking shit, that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to Eddie.
It seemed like such a long time before his dick finally softened out and he let go of it, pulling Buck to him because–that was it. That was it. This kiss tasting of his own release, Buck’s chapped lips from how much he was biting them while watching, his tongue swirling against Eddie’s as he manhandled Eddie around, making their teeth clack a bit because they would not be stopping the kiss for anything.
Buck made Eddie lie down and got on top of him, hands moving all over Eddie’s naked body, and fucking hell, Buck was still entirely dressed on top of him, slotting himself between Eddie’s thighs.
“That was so fucking hot, Eddie, baby, Jesus,” Buck whispered against the skin of Eddie’s neck and–well. Eddie was only a guy, okay? Perhaps he would have to reevaluate some things he thought he knew about himself, let it sink in that he loved Buck calling him ‘baby’, being on top of him, kissing him. But for now, hugging Buck back and being peppered with kisses and praises was more than okay.