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Buck is bored.
It’s a rare occurrence for him, but it does happen. Nothing interesting is on tv, he’s caught up on all his shows. Even Wikipedia isn’t holding his attention. He’s already worked out today. There aren’t even any chores to do! His husband is in the kitchen doing god knows what and his son is at school, so Buck doesn’t even have Eddie or Chris to be bored with him.
So here Buck is, lying on the couch and sooooo bored. There’s only one thing Buck likes to do when he gets like this—well, two things, but one leads into the other more often than not—and that’s to annoy his incredibly patient husband.
“Eddie!” Buck calls.
“Yeah?” Eddie responds, but he yells back from the kitchen and that’s not what Buck wants.
“Baby!” he tries again.
With a little more sugar stirred in, Eddie calls back, “Yes, sweetheart?”
Closer! But not quite. Buck isn’t giving up until Eddie’s standing in the living room with his jaw set and his hands on his hips.
“Love of my life!”
Eddie sighs, muttering something in Spanish that Buck can’t quite make out, then stalks out to the living room. He plants himself in Buck’s line of vision, just on the other side of the coffee table, looking mildly agitated with his arms crossed.
Close enough.
“What, Buck?”
“I’m bored,” he whines.
“I’m busy. Come hang out in the kitchen if you want company.”
“So far. Couch comfy.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “What do you want me to do for you then?”
The sweetest smile Buck has ever worn adorns his face. “I wanna be flirted with,” he says brightly.
A little huff of annoyed disbelief passes over Eddie’s lips. He throws his arms out and lets them slap loudly against his thighs. “You know what?” he says, pointing at Buck and shaking his head.
“No, what?” Buck asks innocently, batting his eyes.
Eddie hums and walks back out of the living room.
Satisfied, Buck sits up on the couch, staying sideways so he can lean his elbow against the back of the couch and prop his head up. He likes sitting in easily maneuverable poses when he’s being annoying, and all the better if he looks a little cocky while he’s waiting.
Fifteen seconds later, Eddie is leaning on his forearm against the archway between the living and dining rooms with his other hand on his hip. He’s also shirtless, and Buck is looking.
“Come to this living room often, beautiful?” Eddie asks, biting his lip and giving Buck a once over.
“No,” Buck says stupidly, like he doesn’t live in the house. But Eddie’s naked torso is distracting and he’s just the tiniest bit sweaty from whatever he was doing in the kitchen, so…
“No,” Eddie repeats, nodding. He takes a few slow, deliberate steps forward. “You sure? Because I could swear I’ve seen you here before. Although,” he tilts his head to the side, “you were in a different position.”
Butterflies flutter in Buck’s stomach. He brings his hands down to his lap and wrings them together, all too aware of the timid smile on his face.
“Don’t get shy on me, baby.” Eddie leans against the back of the couch, hands on either side of Buck’s head, and hovers over him. “I thought you wanted to be flirted with?”
Buck twists around to sit properly, looking up at Eddie. “Sometimes you’re too good at it,” he admits.
“Too good?” Eddie laughs. He straddles Buck and sits in his lap.
“Yeah and I forget.”
“I flirt with you every day, how could you forget?”
“It’s different when you choose to do it,” Buck explains. “Rather than just doing it because you can’t help yourself.”
Eddie smiles, soft and loving, then he leans in and kisses Buck. This is what they should have been doing all day.
“So you got bored, decided to annoy me into flirting with you, and now you’re a little embarrassed about it?” Eddie asks.
“No, I got bored and now I’m kissing you.”
Buck pulls Eddie back in, intent on kissing him for the next three to five hours. They make out lazily for a while, Buck’s arms wrapped tightly around his husband just in case he gets any ideas about going back to the stupid kitchen. Before long, they’re giggling between kisses and sighing happily into one another.
“I gotta finish what I was doing,” Eddie mumbles against Buck’s lips. “You less bored now?”
“No.” Buck tightens his grip so Eddie can’t move. “What are you doing out there anyway?”
“Fixing the cabinet doors like you requested.”
For once, it would be nice if Eddie wasn’t so on top of the little house chores Buck asked him to do. Oh, Eddie’s the perfect husband who does whatever Buck asks, he’s so kind and understanding, and he’s Buck’s best friend through and through? Pfft. Okay. Whatever.
“I don’t care about that anymore,” Buck tells him.
Eddie huffs a fond laugh. “No? Then how can I be of service?”
Wow, Buck’s been, like, really clear about that, but if he needs to say it again…
Slowly, jostling Eddie’s body playfully with each word, Buck says, “I. Would like. To be flirted with.”
“You’re annoying today, Buckley,” Eddie says, but it sounds a lot like “I love you so much.”
They’re kissing again, because when aren’t they kissing, and Buck lets Eddie control their positioning. Eddie nudges Buck backwards so he’s fully relaxed against the couch, then removes Buck’s arms from his body and links their hands together.
“You’re so obsessed with me,” Eddie teases.
“Please, like you’re not obsessed with me too?”
“Oh, I definitely am. You’re so handsome,” Eddie kisses his lips, “rugged,” Eddie kisses his jaw, “and LA’s finest firefighter.” Eddie rounds it out by sucking a mark onto Buck’s neck.
“Rugged?” Buck giggles breathily. His cheeks are warm and undoubtedly flushed.
“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “When you’re out back doing yardwork, I don’t sit on the lawn chair and drink lemonade for my health.”
“What’s it for then?”
Eddie shrugs. “You’re pretty nice to look at. All that muscle glistening in the sun, you inevitably get some dirt on your face when you wipe your forehead, and the way you’re always…” He pauses, looking Buck up and down. “Bent over.”
“So I get a little dirty and sweaty, and suddenly you can’t control yourself?”
“Uh, yeah. Pretty much. You’re hot.”
It seems a little unhinged, in Buck’s opinion, for him to get shy over his husband thinking he’s hot. The feeling is mutual, Buck has already proved that four times this week. But, oh my god, Eddie thinks he’s hot. If Buck had longer hair, he’d be twirling it.
“Keep going,” Buck says softly, sinking further down into the couch.
“Let’s see…” Eddie puts Buck’s hands on his waist. “For safe keeping,” he says.
Buck squeezes the warm skin beneath his fingertips, in the interest of keeping Eddie extra safe.
“You’re very cute when you want something from me and you pretend you’re not going to get it,” Eddie continues.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Buck averts his gaze up to the fascinating ceiling of the living room and turns his head to the side.
Eddie holds Buck’s jaw and turns him back. “Cute when you lie about it, too,” he says. “Like you have no idea I’ve already agreed before my name has finished leaving your mouth.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“Okay,” Eddie laughs. “Then it’s cute that you think I’d start saying no to you after this long.”
It’s not that Eddie looking like that doesn’t do it for Buck—there’s something about Eddie’s abs that makes Buck want to lick him—but Eddie being sweet really gets Buck going. Some of the best sex they’ve ever had was last week when Eddie bought Buck flowers just because they reminded him of Buck. Relatedly, the hardwood isn’t as different on his knees from the carpet as he thought it would be.
What’s actually cute is the way Eddie is blushing despite the way he’s making Buck bashful. He can’t help it. It’s never been difficult to make Eddie blush, but Buck likes to think there’s a special shade of red reserved specifically for him. If everyone else makes Eddie’s cheeks strawberry red, Buck’s the only one that can make him turn a shade of burgundy usually reserved for wine.
“You’re pretty,” Buck says, his go-to when Eddie has him backed into a corner. Which, don’t get him wrong, is exactly where he wants to be.
Eddie counters easily with, “Okay, gorgeous, look who’s talking.”
“Baby, stop.”
Buck is ever so pleased, but it’s too much undivided attention at the same time, so Buck throws an arm over his face.
“What?” He feels Eddie’s weight leave his lap, meaning Eddie must be sitting up on his knees and towering over Buck. “Flirt with you, don’t flirt with you. Make up your mind.”
Buck inches his arm down just enough to see Eddie smiling down at him with those sparkly brown eyes and an open-mouthed smile. A small burst of bravery shoots through him as he drags his hands down Eddie’s body, settling his hands on Eddie’s belt. He gets the belt halfway out of the buckle before he’s stopped.
“Nuh-uh.” Eddie tears Buck’s hands off his belt. “This is about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re bored,” Eddie tells him simply. “I’m here to fix that.”
Well, Buck was on his way to an activity that would make him significantly less bored, but his hands were swatted away. He pouts and looks up at his husband with wide, pleading eyes.
“Did you know this is one of your best angles?” Eddie asks, as he tugs Buck’s t-shirt up and over his head.
Buck laughs. “Why’s that?”
“Makes you look all angelic with your big eyes and your lips parted.”
“I’m always an angel,” he tries to argue, but his voice is small and breathy.
“Mmm, yeah, you are.”
Eddie leans down slowly, almost like he's anticipating Buck chickening out of being kissed. The warmth of Eddie’s lips on his gives Buck a head rush. He doesn’t know what’s making him so nervous when they are quite literally married, but the after effect is bubbly and sweet. So Buck lets himself be kissed with slow, indulgent intent again and again, until he’s giddy and pushing up into Eddie’s mouth as an attempt to get closer.
“You’re a good kisser,” Buck says, then groans at himself because they’re not sixteen in the back of a car past curfew.
“Yeah?” Eddie slips his hands beneath the waistband of Buck’s sweatpants. “I practiced so when I finally found you, I’d be up to the challenge.”
Buck’s heart does backflips in his chest, and if kicking his feet wouldn’t impede Eddie’s determination to get Buck’s sweatpants down around his thighs, he’d do it.
“Can’t believe you were kissing people who weren’t me.”
“I know, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Eddie apologizes, syrupy sweet and oh so sincere. “If it’s any consolation, I never ever enjoyed it. Not even once, not until I kissed you.”
“I’m choosing to believe that lie.”
“See, that’s something else I love about you,” Eddie begins, sitting down in Buck’s lap again (thank god). “You forgave me even though I’ve committed such a heinous crime.” He reaches down and wraps his hand around Buck. “But maybe I can make it up to you.”
Never in his life has Buck been so not bored. His eyes flutter shut as Eddie’s hand begins to move, his own hands flying immediately to Eddie’s thighs, squeezing tight. All worked up with no place to go is exactly how Buck likes to spend quality time with his husband.
“Back to flirting with you,” Eddie announces, keeping his hand stroking at a slow, steady pace. “I’ve never really enjoyed kissing someone the way I kiss you.”
“That’s just ‘cause I’m a guy.”
Just because Buck’s mind is rapidly wandering away from him doesn’t mean he can’t fish for compliments.
“It’s because you’re Buck.”
Some pathetic noise crossed between a whine and a groan rumbles in Buck’s throat. He brings a hand to the back of Eddie’s neck and pulls him down. Kissing Eddie is Buck’s favorite activity, it’s the closest they can get to fusing into one person. He loves the way Eddie gets a little distracted, whether they’re saying good morning or one of them is getting put through the mattress. Like now, for example, that constant rhythm Eddie’s hand had on Buck’s dick has become uncoordinated and a little sloppy.
“You’re getting distracted,” Buck mumbles.
“Hard not to.” Eddie presses one last long, deep kiss to Buck’s lips. “But you’re right. I have a job to do.”
“Yeah, and I’m getting impatient.”
“Impatient?” Eddie laughs. “I’ve been touching you for two minutes and you’re already asking to come?”
He’s forgetting all the foreplay of very pointed and intentional flirting designed to make Buck insane. And all of it was done shirtless and in Buck’s lap. Is Buck not supposed to get hard about that?
Buck closes his eyes and lies back, rolling his hips up into Eddie’s touch as much as he can with six feet of man in his lap. He defaults to what he does best: panting and whining Eddie’s name.
“Like I was saying, you’re Buck.” Eddie twists his hand in a particularly wicked fashion, making Buck gasp. “You know what I think is really hot? The way you just know stuff.”
A laugh bubbles out of Buck, he can’t help it. “What do you mean?”
“I love when you go off on tangents about your latest deep dive,” Eddie admits. “I don’t know how you fit so many fun facts in your head, but you should never stop telling them to me.”
That’s so devastatingly sweet. That’s so romantic. One of Buck’s favorite hobbies is learning about whatever topic pops into his head, and his second favorite hobby is telling Eddie whatever he’s learned. Buck does already know that Eddie likes listening to him, but it also kind of turns him on? They should see if there’s some kind of perfect-marriage-soulmate competition they can enter.
“That does it for you, huh?” Buck’s hands find their way to his husband’s ass, and he’s rewarded with that patented Eddie Diaz Lip Bite.
“That, how adorable you look in your apron when you’re making breakfast, the way you immediately roll on top of me in your sleep if I get in bed while you’re taking a nap.”
“Eddie, what the hell?”
Buck is going to come at any moment. He’s pulling shallow breaths, rocking in time with Eddie’s hand, and far too desperate for something like a hand job on the couch. But that’s part of what’s so incredible about marrying your best friend—everything Buck does with Eddie is the best thing in the world.
“You know what else does it for me?” Eddie asks, dropping his voice low.
“What?” Buck thinks he asks, but there’s a very high chance it comes out as an unintelligible whine. He is so close.
“Right before you let go, you always try to hold my hand.”
The smitten grin on Eddie’s face burns into Buck’s retinas. After so many years in each other’s orbit, Buck’s eyes are a ViewFinder full of Eddie’s smiles, each blink bringing out a different memory.
“Do I?” Buck asks incredulously, only half-listening now that his orgasm is moments away. Never mind that he’s now very conscious of the way he’s trailing his fingers down Eddie’s forearm in search of Eddie’s hand.
“Yeah, baby, you do.” Eddie links their fingers together. “I love it,” he says, kissing the back of Buck’s hand. “And I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Buck tries to say back, but it’s swallowed by Eddie’s lips.
When Buck comes, he lets out a breathy sigh of Eddie’s name while squeezing his hand in a vice grip. He gets kissed through it, just the way he likes, until he’s happy and floaty and has nothing going on in his head except how much he loves Eddie.
He reaches over blindly in search of his shirt and cleans up and then tosses it haphazardly behind them, careful not to interrupt the way Eddie is dropping gentle kisses all over his face.
“Thank you,” Buck says sweetly, pulling Eddie close until they’re chest to chest.
“Any time.” Eddie wraps his arms around Buck’s neck and drops a kiss to his birthmark. “You less bored now?”
Buck chuckles and kisses him five or six times. “Not bored at all. If you really want to finish fixing the cabinets, you can,” he says. “I promise not to be annoying about it.”
“First of all, I love when you annoy me,” Eddie tells him.
“Mmm, noted.”
“Second of all, I think I’m a little bored now.”
“Yeah?” Buck sits up at attention, not unlike a dog who just heard the word walk. “How can I cure you of your boredom?”
Eddie tilts his head back and forth in contemplation, then snaps like the thought has just occurred to him. “I think I’d like to be flirted with.”
Oh, Buck can definitely do that.
“Did you know that when I surprise you, your eyes get really big and pretty? They take up like half your face and they sparkle.”
“Sure, Buckley,” Eddie scoffs. “Like you can surprise me. I know everything about you.”
Obvious sarcastic lying is one of Buck’s favorite forms of foreplay.
Buck gets a sturdy grip on the back of Eddie’s thighs and stands up, drawing a shocked “whoa!” out of Eddie as he holds tight to Buck’s shoulders. And there they are, those big, brown doe eyes that Buck wants.
“Told you,” Buck says smugly.
“This is just what I look like.” Eddie rolls his eyes and looks away, but his cheeks are flushing deep red. That’s a victory in Buck’s mind.
“I can probably make them bigger,” Buck muses.
“I’d like to see you try.”
Never one to back down from a challenge, Buck carries Eddie towards their bedroom with the intent to win the competition. Unfortunately, neither of them bothered to pull Buck’s sweats back up to his waist when they were finished, so Buck takes about four steps before they fall to his ankles. He starts shuffling down the hallway, naked with an impeded stride.
“Baby, you know how you’re my soulmate and I’m about to love you so good that you forget how to speak?”
Eddie narrows his eyes. “Sure.”
“Okay, well, you’re heavy and my ankles are trapped, so…” With a grunt, Buck sets Eddie down on the ground.
“Making me walk to the bedroom?” Eddie tuts, strolling down the hall. “That’s strike one.”
“No, wait!” Buck kicks his sweats off, frustrated when they get stuck for a moment on his right leg. “It’s because I love to watch you walk away!” he calls after his husband, hurrying to catch up with him.
Eddie hauls Buck into their bedroom and pins him against the door. Laughing and kissing as Buck brainstorms all the ways he can make good on his promise.