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"You've been acting weird all week. Weirder than usual, I mean."
The words hung in the air between them. They'd been sitting in Eddie's car for ten minutes now with the convertible top up, parked in the back lot of Buster's theater, which sat empty this late of hour. After everyone had left rehearsals earlier, the two of them had gone on a takeout run, and Eddie had driven him back to the theater to drop him off just like he'd been doing every night this week.
And every night this week, he'd turned off the engine and sat there.
Eddie looked over at him from the driver’s seat in his car, his brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? I haven't been weird."
"You jumped when I touched your shoulder yesterday."
"You surprised me. You- you always do that, you always like to sneak up and scare me."
"I was handing you your energy drink." Buster turned slightly, studying Eddie's profile in the amber streetlight. "You saw me coming, you looked at me."
Eddie's hooves flexed on the steering wheel like he was about to drive off, even though they'd been parked for five minutes. "Can we just... not do this right now?"
"Do what?" Buster's ears twitched with interest. There was something in Eddie's voice, some kind of edge that had been growing all week. Ever since Monday when Buster had stretched during rehearsal and caught Eddie staring. Since Tuesday when their hands touched passing Buster his mug of coffee. Since Wednesday when Eddie had stumbled over his words when Buster asked if he wanted to grab dinner. "I'm just pointing out-"
Buster had been doing more than pointing things out, actually. He was done with pretending he didn't notice the looks, the excuses to be alone, the way Eddie had been circling him like a nervous sheep for months now. Maybe years. This week, he had decided to stop making it easy for him; he'd been testing boundaries, seeing how far he could push before Eddie finally cracked. The stretching on Monday hadn't been accidental. The lingering touch on Tuesday while accepting the coffee had been deliberate. And asking Eddie to dinner on Wednesday, calling it a date before laughing it off- that had been calculated.
"Buster, please."
That single word, the way it caught in Eddie's throat, made something hot curl in Buster's stomach. He shifted, the vinyl seat creaking beneath him, and a coy smile spread across his lips.
Time to fuck with him some more, then.
"You know," Buster said slowly, "you never did tell me why you offered to drive me to get food when there's perfectly good leftovers in my fridge upstairs."
"You said you wanted sandwiches."
"That was Tuesday." Moving his paw to the empty stretch of bench seat between them, Buster drummed his fingers. "I said I wanted the leftover Lo Mein tonight. Yet here we are, sitting in your car, going nowhere."
Eddie's silence stretched between them.
"Which- not that I'm complaining," Buster continued as he twirled his paw in a circle in the air, "but I do find it interesting that you keep finding reasons to get me alone, especially in... I dunno, confined spaces."
Eddie sputtered. "That's- that's not-I don't-"
"The supply closet last week?"
Eddie's breath hitched. "You needed help reaching the top shelf."
"I had a stepladder, Eddie. You practically body-checked me out of the way to do it for me." Buster's grin turned wicked. "Very heroic of you. And very... close."
Eddie was quiet for so long Buster thought he wouldn't answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. "You know why."
The air in the car suddenly felt too thick, too charged. Buster's fingers stilled on the seat.
Oh, I know exactly why. But after twenty years of you being too scared to say it, I'm going to make you spell it out.
"Do I?" He tilted his head, studying Eddie with mock innocence. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you've been-"
"Don't."
"Don't what?" Buster scooted closer across the bench, just enough to make Eddie's breathing change. "Don't mention the way you've been looking at me? Or point out the fact that you could've left ten minutes ago but you're still here?"
Eddie's voice was strained, almost desperate. "Don't play games, Buster, not tonight."
"Who's playing?" Buster pushed up to his feet to get closer to Eddie's eye level, his grin sharp. "Maybe I just want to hear you say it. Use your words, Eddie."
"Buster-"
"Come on." His voice dropped lower, twenty years of teasing him compressed into three words. "I dare you."
The last bit of control Eddie had been holding onto finally snapped.His hoof shot out as he crossed the remaining distance between them on the bench, fingers tangling in the fur at Buster's nape, pulling him close against him. Buster made a surprised sound that Eddie swallowed, his mouth hot and demanding against Buster's.
It wasn't gentle. Eddie kissed him like Buster was air and he was starving for oxygen. Buster's paws ran down the wool on his head before they fisted into Eddie's shirt, using it for leverage to pull himself closer despite the awkward angle. Not that he cared, not when Eddie was making those sounds against his mouth, not when his wool was soft and alluring under his paws.
When they finally broke apart, Buster was practically in Eddie's lap, the steering wheel digging painfully into his side. "Well," Buster said as he let out a breathless laugh. "That's one way to use your words."
Eddie's grip tightened in his fur as his ears lowered against his head. "S-Shaddup."
"Make me."
Eddie did, pulling him back in. This kiss was deeper, messier, their tongues intertwining. Buster could taste desperation on Eddie's tongue, could feel the way his hooves trembled even as they held him firmly in place. It was intoxicating, knowing he could make Eddie this desperate, this uncontrolled, that he wanted him this much.
Buster bit Eddie's lower lip, gentle but firm, and the sound it pulled from Eddie's throat went straight through him.
"Fuck," Eddie breathed against his mouth. "Buster-"
"Back seat," Buster murmured.
"What?"
Buster was already moving, climbing up Eddie for leverage, drawing out yet another moan from him as he brushed against his lap and over the front seat to the back. The outside streetlight illuminated Eddie's wrecked expression when he looked back, his brown eyes dark with desire, wool mussed where Buster's paws had been.
"You heard me." Buster slid into the back seat, sprawling out across the bench. "Back. Seat.”
"I wasn't-" Eddie's protest died as Buster started pulling off his blazer. "Oh fuck."
"That's the idea. So? You coming or not?"
Within seconds Eddie was scrambling up over the front bench seat, squeezing through the narrow gap between the low roof with a grunt. Buster bit back a laugh as Eddie folded himself into the cramped back of his car, all long limbs and barely controlled need.
"This is-"
"If you say this is a bad idea, I'm getting out of the car." Buster grabbed Eddie's shirt, pulling him down. Despite the size difference, Eddie went willingly, bracing himself over Buster's smaller form. "We've both been dancing around this for weeks. Months. Maybe years. I'm tired of dancing. I’m not waiting anymore, let’s do it here."
"Buster, we’re in a parking lot, someone could see us-"
"Eddie. This is theater property, Miss Crawly left hours ago, no one else comes back here. Relax." Reaching for Eddie's face, he traced his thumb across the bottom of Eddie's jaw, who leaned into the touch. "Now c’mon, stop thinking."
Eddie searched his face for a moment, breathing heavily, looking for... something, Buster wasn't sure. Whatever he found made him groan and duck his head beside Buster’s. "You're going to kill me."
"Maybe." His other paw slipped under Eddie's shirt, running it through the warm wool. Unlike the more scraggy wool on his head that Eddie was in much need of trimming, the wool on his stomach was softer to the touch, which made Eddie groan.
Eddie lifted his head, and the look in his eyes made Buster's smart, non-stop running mouth finally stop working. It was pure lustful need, and it made Buster made him want more.
"Come here," Buster said, grabbing him by the necklace and pulling him down with him.
This kiss was different, slower but no less intense. Eddie's weight settled over him, careful not to crush but close enough that Buster could feel every breath, every heartbeat. One of Eddie's hooves cradled Buster's head while the other gripped his hip, and Buster arched up into him, drawing a ragged sound from Eddie's throat. The windows were starting to fog, the outside world disappearing until there was nothing but the two of them in this confined space, years of unspoken tension finally spilling over.
"I've thought about this," Eddie admitted against Buster's neck. "God, Buster, you have no idea."
"Tell me," Buster said, his voice low and heady. His paws slipped under Eddie's shirt again, mapping the curls of wool along his back. "Tell me what you've thought about."
Eddie let out a shuddering breath. His mouth found that spot just below Buster's ear that made him gasp, teeth grazing lightly. "This," Eddie murmured against his fur. "Having you like this. Being able to touch you." His hoof tugged at his neatly tucked in shirt until it was loose and he slipped it underneath, running his fingers through the fur on his stomach which drew out a low moan from Buster. "Fuck, Buster, the sounds you make."
Before Buster could even respond he was cut off by Eddie's mouth on his again, swallowing whatever clever retort he'd been planning. Not that he could remember what it was. Not with Eddie's hoovess on him, not with the weight of him pressing Buster into the vinyl seat, not with the way Eddie kissed like he wanted to devour him whole.
Not with the growing heat pooling low in his stomach, or Eddie’s bulge pressing against his thigh. Buster’s whole body felt electric. Twenty years of careful friendship boundaries were crumbling with each touch, and God, he wanted them demolished. He wanted Eddie to wreck him completely in the back of this ridiculous car. His fur felt too tight on his skin, his clothes too restrictive.
When Eddie's hoof slipped lower, Buster's hips jerked up involuntarily. "Fuck," Buster gasped, breaking the kiss. "Eddie-"
"Too much?" Eddie's hoof stilled, though his breathing was ragged.
"No. Don't you dare stop."
Eddie's hoof resumed its exploration, drawing another sharp intake of breath from Buster. "The way you look at me sometimes," Eddie continued, voice rough against Buster's ear. "Like you're daring me to do something about it. Do you know how hard it's been to not touch you this whole time?"
"Should've stopped trying," Buster managed, though his voice came out breathier than intended. His claws caught in Eddie's shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. "Could've saved us both a lot of time."
Eddie pulled back just enough to look at him, and the intensity in his gaze made Buster's stomach flip. "You really mean that?"
Instead of answering with words, Buster slid down the bench seat and then hooked a leg around Eddie's hip, using the leverage to grind up against his hardness. The broken sound Eddie made was worth the awkward angle, worth the way the seat belt buckle dug into his side; it would be sore tomorrow, probably leave a bruise under his fur, but right now he didn’t care.
"Do that again," Eddie demanded, his usual sheepishness now completely gone, overridden with lust.
Power surged through Buster at that sound, heady and intoxicating. This was Eddie, laidback, awkward, sheepish Eddie, coming apart underneath him. Because of him. Buster had imagined this more times than he'd admit, but the reality was so much better. He couldn't get enough of being the reason and watching his best friend’s composure shatter, feeling the desperate grip of his hooves and the barely controlled thrust of his hips seeking more friction.
What else could he make Eddie do?
"What, do this again?" Buster rolled his hips again, more deliberately this time, and watched Eddie's eyes practically roll back with a murmured curse under his breath. “You like that, huh?”
"God help me, I do." His mouth found his throat, and Buster's head fell back against the seat with a low moan, giving him better access. "The things you do to me, Buster. You have no idea."
"So show me." The words came out breathier than Buster intended, especially when Eddie's teeth grazed his pulse point. "Stop talking about it and- fuck.”
Eddie kissed him again, and all thought fled. This time there was nothing held back, no careful control. Buster could feel months, years of desire in the way Eddie's hoof mapped his body, in the way he kissed like he was trying to climb inside Buster's skin. By then the windows had completely fogged up, separating them into their own little world, just Eddie and Buster.
Eddie’s hoof grazed across Buster’s leg, his hip, up his stomach, his touch like fire as it trailed, landing on the top of his collar. He tugged at his bowtie until it became undone, tossing it to the floorboard, before his hoof found the top button of his shirt, and he began working them undone one by one until that too was gone.
Reaching up, Buster grabbed onto the necklace that hung between them, giving it a teasing tug before pulling it off. Eddie made quick work of his jacket and shirt, both of them in the growing pile of clothes below.
He ran a paw across the outline of Eddie’s rock hard erection through his clothes, grinning when he heard him let out a loud moan above him. His fingers worked the button and zipper of his shorts, tugging them down his legs, followed by his underwear. His cock sprung free of its confines, already beading with precum.
Buster’s mouth went dry at the sight of him, all lanky limbs and soft wool over lean muscle, the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. He’d seen him before, hundreds of times in the twenty years of knowing him- their college dorm rooms, staying over at the pool house, watching him climb out of the pool dripping wet in only a speedo. He’d teased, fantasized...
But not like this. God, he loved this, he loved him. Shame it only took two decades to get here, but Buster figured he’d make up for the lost time.
As soon as Buster went to grab his cock to stroke it, however, Eddie caught his wrist.
“Nah-uh,” he said, teasing. He let go, his hoof trailing down his bare stomach, dipping down to grope Buster’s own hardness which elicited a moan from him, before moving back up to brush the waistband of his pants. “You next. Come on, Buster. I want to see you.”
His own cock twitched, too tight confined in his pants. He watched, panting, as Eddie unbuckled his belt and worked his button and zipper, tugging down his pants and underwear until they were off, along with his shoes.
“Buster...” Some of his earlier sheepishness returned now that there was nothing separating them, his ears tinged red with a likely mix of bashfulness and arousal. He bent down, capturing Buster in another long, breathless kiss. “God, you- fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you, Ed, so-” Buster let out a moan when Eddie reached down and gave his cock an experimental stroke with his fingers- “beautiful. Shit, can’t believe we waited this long to do this.”
“Me either.”
Eddie stroked his cock again, causing Buster to let out another groan of pleasure. "That's it, just like that,” Buster murmured. “God, you touching me..."
"Been wanting to touch you like this for so long," Eddie said, watching with hooded eyes as Buster murmured curses from his touch.
And he longed to touch Eddie, hear him continue to make those noises that were caused by his touch. He wanted to feel him inside him.
Here in the car they didn’t have lube, and Buster definitely wasn’t about to ruin the moment by getting back dressed and running next door to the drug store, oh no. Not when Eddie was so ready and wanting to fuck right now, so unraveled and barely held back, not when Buster had been wanting to do this for years.
Besides, he had an even better idea.
A playful smile tugged at his lips as he sat up and pushed Eddie back against the car door. He pushed his long legs apart, as best as he could in their cramped space, and knelt down between them.
“Buster, what are you-” Eddie’s words died in his throat with a choked moan as Buster bent down and gave his cock a long lick from base to tip, before swallowing it whole with a contented hum. The sound that came out of Eddie’s throat was obscene. “Oooh, fuck...”
His hoof came to rest on the back of Buster’s head, fingers curling into and digging into his fur. Buster closed his eyes as he sucked, twirling his tongue around the head, before taking it down to the base. Above him, Eddie threw his head back against the window, panting out low moans and muttered curses as Buster worked him.
“Fuuuck, if you keep going like this I’m gonna come.”
“Mmm.” Buster hummed, causing Eddie to elicit another low moan, before pulling off his head and gazing up at him with an alluring look. “That’s the point, isn’t it?" He grinned. "You know, I've been told I'm very good with my mouth. Directing, I mean.”
Eddie let out a loud groan, one that Buster couldn’t tell if it was from his words or what he was doing to him. Maybe both. “Buster, please-”
"Please what?” He gave his cock another long lick, which rewarded him another long moan. “Use your words, Eddie. Remember?"
The grip on the back of his head tightened as Eddie’s eyes darkened. “Buster, you...” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his pupils wide. “I don’t just- I want more. I want you- I wanna fuck you. In the backseat. Of my car.”
Shit. That was him using his words, alright. Hearing Eddie say those words went straight to his cock. God, he loved this version of Eddie, dirty, filthy, full of heady lust and desire; it was hot, and Buster couldn’t get enough. He nodded, and Eddie wasted no time in pushing him back against the vinyl seat, capturing him in another kiss, not caring that he was tasting himself on Buster’s tongue.
Once they separated, Buster pulled Eddie’s hoof to his mouth, giving his finger a long, languid suck. “Go ahead,” he whispered when he pulled it out, guiding his hoof down between his legs, spreading them like an invitation. “Get me ready to fuck, then.”
Buster let out a groan as soon as he felt Eddie’s thick finger press against his entrance, slowly pushing in. It hurt just a bit without actual lube- he made a mental note to stash a bottle in the car tomorrow, just in case- but the pain quickly faded once Eddie’s other hoof was back on his cock, stroking him in a slow, even rhythm.
As Eddie moved his finger, working him open, his gaze trained carefully on Buster. "This okay? Tell me if it's too much."
Twenty years of wanting and Eddie was trying to be a gentleman. If it didn’t turn Buster on and drive him crazy so damn much he would’ve laughed.
"It's not enough,” Buster said, jerking his hips to get him to move faster. “Come on, Eddie, I'm not made of glass."
"Just... I want this to be good, I don’t want to hurt you."
"It’s you, of course this is good. Now stop treating me like I'll break and start treating me like I've been begging you to fuck me for months.”
After he finished Eddie pulled his finger out, he gave his cock a few strokes- that sight alone nearly made Buster come undone- before positioning himself above Buster. It was awkward, Eddie all bony knees and elbows, but that made it all the more hotter.
“You ready?” Eddie paused, the tip of his cock pressing against his entrance as he looked like he was barely holding himself back. “I’ll be careful, just tell me if I need to stop, okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready, Eddie, please, I want you to fuck me, just- please.”
Buster felt like he was going to explode. The air was thick with the mixed scent of them and their arousal, creating an intoxicating blend. His body was on fire, begging to be touched.
Eddie let out a groan of pleasure as he slowly pushed in, ducking his head above Buster’s. He was definitely big, but the fullness, the push against something deep inside him was electrifying. Already, he couldn’t get enough. Waves of pleasure ran through him as Eddie started at a slow, even pace.
“E-Eddie, you...” Buster let out a groan, pressing kisses into his chest before leaning his head back. “S-Shit, feels good.”
“You too Buster.” Eddie moaned. “Should've done this on an actual bed, you deserve- oh god- deserve better than my crappy car-”
Eddie increased his pace, thrusting harder. He reached between them, grabbing Buster’s leaking cock, causing him to let out a loud groan. Holy fuck that felt good. One paw gripped the edge of the bench seat, the other digging into the wool of Eddie’s back, looking for something to hold onto as his pleasure deepened. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s sides as he moved his hips in time with his thrusts, desperate for that friction.
“Harder,” Buster gasped against his chest. “Eddie, please, I need-"
Eddie did as he begged, adjusting his angle deeper, which drew moans out of both of them. "I've got you. God, Buster, you feel..."
He always fantasized about hearing what his voice might sound like, but he never imagined the effect it had on him, hearing the huskiness of his voice as he panted in his ear. It drove him insane, and he wanted more.
"Don't- stop talking,” Buster ordered between pants, meeting his thrusts. “Love hearing you lose control."
The heat between them, between his legs grew, and Buster was reduced to moans as he felt the pressure build, faster and faster. It coursed through his veins, his body shaking with every thrust, trembling with each impact. His grip tightened around Eddie as he thrusted harder, moaning and half formed sentences above him.
“If I'd known you could move like this, I'd have jumped you years ago."
"Fuck- Buster, you can't just say things like-"
"I can say whatever I want when you're- ah -doing that." Eddie hit him deep, causing him to curse as stars danced behind his eyes. “Keep doing it.”
Everything- his weight, his scent, his voice was blissfully overwhelming, and Buster couldn’t take it any longer.
“E-Eddie- Eddie, I’m gonna-”
"Look at me. Buster, I want to see you."
Buster came, his partner’s name crying from his lips as he felt hot white semen shoot out and coat the fur on his stomach, sticking between them. Eddie thrusted a few more times, erratic and hard, and then came not long after deep inside him, letting out a moan followed by Buster’s name.
“Holy fuck...” Eddie murmured after a moment, closing his eyes as he panted heavily. Once he caught his breath he finally pulled out his now flaccid cock, then dragged Buster up and into a slow, unhurried kiss, letting it linger. “Next time... We’re doing that in a bed. If- if you’d want to. Do it again, I mean.”
Buster laughed. The car was a wreck- windows dripping with condensation, the vinyl, along with himself, coated. It would be a bitch to clean tomorrow. If Eddie’s parents found out, either what they did in the car since it was technically theirs, or the mess they made, they’d be pissed.
Oh well.
He raised a paw and traced the edge of Eddie’s face, his blue eyes gazing into his warm brown. “I would. If you’d have me. I’ve loved you for twenty years, Ed.”
Eddie blinked, then leaned his head into his touch. “I... Jesus Buster, me too. I’ve loved you too. If I’d known...”
“Then-” Buster captured him into another kiss. “we’ll just have to make up for lost time, hmm?”
“God yes,” Eddie said, breathless.
Reaching down on the floorboard, Buster grabbed the pile of discarded clothes, throwing Eddie’s at him. Eddie’s wool was a mess, disheveled from Buster’s pawss and drenched with sweat, his chest still heaving. Buster swallowed at the sight; if it wasn’t so late and if the seatbelt wasn’t making it’s presence known digging into his side again, he would consider a round two. “C’mon, let’s get dressed before someone comes out and finds us.”
Shorts half on and back bent at an awkward angle, Eddie’s head shot up with a look of incredulity. “Wait- what? I thought you said no one comes back here?”
“I did.”
“Buster!” Eddie’s indignation was somewhat undermined by the fact that he was still mostly naked. Buster laughed when Eddie chucked his bowtie at his face. "What the hell, you're unbelievable."
"Mmm. But I’m yours, now," Buster said, grinning as he pulled his shirt on.