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When he saw Buck enter the locker room, Ryan finished pulling at his tee-shirt, threw it on the bench and rolled his eyes. “I thought you'd left already.”
He knew he wasn't supposed to act so callously toward one of their guests, but Buck was the reason they would lose the competition the next day. He had a right to be pissed off.
That Buck was smiling. Ryan didn't like that. He really, really didn't like that.
“Look,” Buck said as he stepped toward him. “I just came here to see if you needed some help.”
Ryan blinked. “Some help? With what?”
Whatever Buck was about to say, Ryan was certain he could do without him. Plus, it was the end of the day. There was nothing to be done, especially not for Ryan. He'd already had to explain to his entire team that he'd eaten what was supposed to ruin their enemies and that, at best, he would support them from the sidelines but certainly not on the ring, so to speak.
But Buck pointed at Ryan's crotch, after a short hesitation. “With that.”
Ryan knew it. He knew Buck would take it the wrong way. He did seem close to the other L.A. guy. What a headache. Ryan wasn't homophobic, of course. Tennessee wasn't the most progressive state, but Ryan had been raised in an environment where discrimination would not fly. But he'd never directly been confronted to another guy who made a pass at him, at least as far as he was aware. His lack of experience would probably make it difficult for Ryan to convey that this was both totally fine and not actually fine.
He glanced downwards, then back at Buck to give him a chance to stop it. “Are you talking about…?”
“Yeah.”
Damn it. He hadn't taken the out. Embarrassed (why was he embarrassed?), Ryan tried his best to sound unhateful. Because it was fine. It was just a mistake. It was good for Buck, to feel safe enough to ask that.
“Oh, sorry bro, but I'm not gay.”
He tried to sound as apologetic as he could, making a face he hoped was just as nonthreatening. It was like changing sidewalk if he was out at night and a woman was walking alone. It was about making them know he would not be a problem.
Buck, however, kept going in the wrong direction. “It's fine, I'm, uh, not gay either.”
Blinking again, Ryan stared at him, and he noticed that Buck's eyes would drop below Ryan's face for a second before he caught himself.
Uh, Buck was definitely gay.
“I'm actually bisexual,” Buck explained. “It's kind of the same thing, but…”
Oooh. Those people existed too, Ryan thought. He'd forgotten.
“Okay, cool. That's cool!” Ryan said, adopting a more detached posture and crossing his arms, noticing too late that it would definitely show off his pecs. “Nobody has issues with that here, obviously. And I'm honored that you would tell me.”
Maybe he was doing too much, but better too much than not enough. “But I'm straight, sorry.”
He would've mentioned he's gone back to his girlfriend, but he felt it was unnecessary. Buck only needed to know that he wasn't interested, but in a soft way.
Buck seemed taken aback. Wait, did Ryan look gay somehow?
No, that line of thinking would only lead to homophobia. There was nothing wrong with either of them.
But Goood did Buck seem unable to not constantly peek at his nipples… and possibly lower. Ryan still had his pants on, although he'd undone the top button for comfort. But calling him out could be too aggressive. Ryan should feel flattered actually. It was good that he still had it in him. He didn't intend to pursue anyone else in his life, but a little validation went a long way toward self-assurance.
Once more. Buck pointed at Ryan's crotch. “B-But… earlier, you were, you know.”
Yes. Ryan admitted it, eating a full plate of Blue's meal had given him an erection. Not a full one! A half-chub. Or maybe more. Ryan didn't really want to know, nor did he want to explore why he'd had such a physical reaction to eating good food.
A little flushed, Ryan tried to settle the ambiguity. “Oh, you know how it is, you've probably been there. A random blow of the wind and it happens.”
“Oh,” Buck said, visibly disappointed. “Yeah, I get it. Alright, well, sorry. I'll go now.”
Ryan called him before Buck reached the door. “Wait. So is that why you came down here? To, uh, give me a hand?”
He felt something stir in his guts as Buck turned around. “Yeah. That, or…”
He trailed off, didn't finish his sentence. Going into any more details would probably be inappropriate.
“So does that mean you find me attractive?” Ryan asked, a tinge of pride in his voice. It was his turn to smile.
And it was Buck's turn to lose his footing. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. His eyes, however, spoke a lot.
“Oh c'mon, you can look,” Ryan said. “Come closer.”
He slowly turned around, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Yes, Buck was staring at him, and not just at his face either. With the waistband of his work pants loosened, Ryan worried momentarily that Buck would be able to see a small part of his underwear, before reasoning that it would be ridiculous not to expect Buck to look everywhere in these circumstances.
“So? Am I your type?”
Ryan was curious now. There was nobody else to intrude, most of the firefighters had left already, it was just him and that bisexual from LA.
“I mean, you look… handsome.”
Wondering if that hesitation came from Buck desperately looking for a compliment, or if he was afraid to take things too far, Ryan spoke again. “Yeah?”
“I like your eyes. You have nice expressions.”
Ryan almost chuckled. “My eyes? Was that all you were looking at?”
He appreciated the compliment, absolutely, but he and Buck were both men, and in Ryan's world, the eyes were not the only thing men looked at with women… or other men, he presumed. He did want to maintain his reputation as a good guy, but his inner mind was not as flawless as he liked the world to think. Sure, Sam's eyes were pretty too, and he liked her personality, she was fun to be around. But he'd definitely noticed her other assets very quickly, if not immediately. He'd simply kept it close to his chest. Same chest that Buck was currently peering at. And while Ryan had none of these thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder which parts gay (or bisexual, he had to remember) men's eyes were attracted to. Furthermore, Ryan wondered if Buck had just spent the day fantasizing about him. He knew he could get riled up quite easily and then not be able to think about much else, he supposed Buck could be similar in that regard. What would he have fantasized about? Giving Ryan a handjob? That, or… he'd said. A blowjob? Fucking? Had Buck seriously expected to fuck Ryan? Or be fucked by him, Ryan wasn't sure about the logistics. He looked up, trying to get his questions answered on Buck's face.
That guy had definitely thought about things, he seemed like the type of man whose mind conjured things before he could stop himself.
Buck cleared his throat. “No, that's not all… You have nice muscles, too.”
“Thanks. I do work out, but let's be honest, the job is more than enough for someone my height. Anything else?”
He let Buck's burning gaze examine him. “Well, there's probably more I could say, but you're wearing pants, so…”
Now that was a maneuver. Ryan didn't waste the chance to taunt him. “So you'd like to see me without pants?”
“...Yeah.”
“Ah-ha!”
How entertaining. It took balls to admit that to the son of the captain, especially one he'd humiliated just earlier in the day. Ryan had to admit it felt intoxicating, to see the cause of his shame become a hardly contained mess. Each stolen glance, each shortened breath agitated that pang in his chest.
“I'll tell you what. If you can guess what underwear I'm wearing currently, I'll drop my pants for you.”
If Buck wanted to stay noble, he would surely hazard a guess. However, if he was a slave to his senses, he'd most likely stared at every pore of Ryan's body and would've seen his waistband.
Buck's face reddened. “...Hanes. P-Probably black.”
Ryan checked himself, he didn't remember what he'd picked that morning, and nodded. “Guess it's your lucky day.”
“Y-You don't have to do that.”
Ryan's pants fell on the floor.
“No more pants. Do you see something else you like?”
He turned around once again, even more slowly. He just wanted more of this. Hearing vacillation in Buck's throat was a delight. Nevermind that Ryan was getting sweaty again. There was no doubt in his mind that it would make the situation even worse for Buck, and even better for him.
“You have… really nice thighs.”
“Thank you. Something else?”
Buck pleaded silently, but Ryan held his gaze. Still, he refused to speak. Ryan changed tactics, refusing to stop just yet. He was having too much fun. “What would you do to my thighs if you could?”
“...I really don't think that–”
“Just tell me, dude.”
Seconds were not wasted. “I’d kiss them.”
“Yeah?”
Buck nodded. “I would go between them and…”
It seemed there was a line Buck was not ready to cross. Entranced, Ryan got rid of the pants that were still on his ankles and this time, he walked around Buck and examined him. Buck did not move.
“What's that?” Ryan asked after his little observation, pointing at Buck's crotch.
Buck immediately went to cover it but a glare from Ryan made him stop. “Y-You know what that is.”
“Hm,” Ryan commented with a faux look of satisfaction. “You're hard, aren't you?”
Looking away, Buck nodded.
“No, no, look at me,” Ryan insisted.
Buck obeyed.
“And you're hard because of me?”
With a nod, Buck seemed to try his best to hold Ryan's piercing gaze… and falling utterly, like a dog who knows he did a mistake.
Ryan puffed his chest and smirked. “You find me hot.”
It wasn't a question, and Buck knew only to nod. Yes, even with his hands over it, the bulge in his pants was noticeable. He could have left. He could have left anytime, or changed or anything, but Ryan had a feeling Buck was enjoying getting his chain yanked.
“Tell me, Buck, would you fuck me if you could?”
Buck swallowing his breath was audible in the otherwise silent locker room. That guy must've felt too horny to function properly, and Ryan wanted to push him further. Already, he was seeing Buck adjust himself. Maybe more than that.
“Wanna try and give me a hard-on?”
It really was the logical conclusion, and yet Ryan's mind was buzzing. In front of him, Buck was at a loss but oh so obviously aroused.
Ryan crossed his arms. “You have free reign. Come on, do your worst.”
By that point, Buck had to know better than to ask if Ryan was messing with him or completely serious (yes to both).
“...Can I kiss you?”
“I said free reign, didn't I?”
There was a moment of red hot tension. Ryan could not wait to see how Buck would proceed, how desperate he'd be to convert him. Ryan was confident in his sexuality. He hadn't asked himself a ton of questions but he knew if there was a hot lady in a movie, he looked at her. Buck would surely fail, but when would he give up? How far would he go to try and cause a reaction? Truth to be told, if Buck wanted to fuck him here and there, Ryan wasn't sure he'd let him do it… then again, he'd given him free reign, hadn't he?
The silence broke and Buck swooped on him, more eager than Ryan had anticipated. He was gently, but firmly pushed against the closest wall and there, holding him tightly, Buck devoured his neck.
Devoured truly was the word, because Ryan's neck was under assault. Kisses, licks, prolonged sucking while Buck's hands, for now, only dared to explore his back and his hair.
Ryan kept smiling. All that greed was for him. He understood people who love men a bit more now, there was something comforting in getting crushed again a man bigger than you. Electrified, he did not see the first, stolen kiss coming, though he quickly asked for a second, proper one.
Ryan was melting, stimulated by so many new sensations at once.
“Are you hard?” Buck asked just as one of his hands finally reached Ryan's lower back.
Ryan chuckled between two kisses. “No.”
An old song from the Kinks resonated in his mind as he let Buck unravel him further, feeling a hand grab his ass. He shivered. Until now, he'd been mostly passive, kissing back and that was it, but he needed to make Buck even more riled up. And hey, Buck probably wouldn't mind, would he?
So he found Buck's pants and touched him over them, catching a groan next to his right ear. He wanted to unleash Buck's beast, to make him mad with need.
“Is that all you have?” Ryan muttered as he grabbed Buck's bulge. “Put more effort into it, man.”
A low growl covered through them. Oh, Ryan was really asking for it, he knew it, but having so much power over that rival was an intense feeling.
Probably thinking it was only fair (and it was), Buck touched his cock over his underwear. “Are you hard yet?”
“No,” Ryan said, lying through his teeth.
Each time he applied pressure on Buck's dick, even separated by layers, Buck grunted and worked twice as hard to rile Ryan up. But feeling Buck do the same made him choke. It… It wasn't fair. Buck probably had experience with a dozen men. It was Ryan's first time.
He undid Buck's pants and reached inside his underwear without even lowering it. Buck's reaction was immediate. Did he know how wet he was? Had their conversation been some fucked up foreplay to him? Had he come already? No, given how noisy Buck was, Ryan would've probably noticed it.
But it was all because of him…
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” Ryan pleaded, trying to resist Buck's skills.
“No.”
Before Ryan could protest, Buck lowered himself, delicately freed Ryan's trembling cock and licked it.
Oh God.
It was no longer possible to keep any pretense of decency. He moaned, he moaned as Buck kissed the underside. There was no escape, not with Buck's strong hands keeping him in place and digging into his ass.
“Do your worst,” Ryan repeated, his eyes half-closed.
He grunted and breathed an extended Fuck when Buck took him entirely in his mouth. God. Fucking. Dammit.
Were he in any better state, Ryan would taunt the shit out of Buck, but any time Ryan opened his mouth, Buck's throat did something that banished all but the simplest words out of his mouth.
“Say it.”
Ryan looked down, sweating more than he'd ever sweat. He knew what Buck wanted to hear. He shook his head, but Buck manhandling pushed him closer to the edge.
“Say it.”
He groaned with exhilaration, loud enough that anyone in the firehouse could hear him. The situation was hilarious, wasn't it? He'd wanted revenge for Buck's little trick, and instead he was about to give him exactly what he wanted.
But this, he refused. Buck had won enough, he needed no further humiliation. He grit his teeth, figuring Buck would still finish him off.
However, Buck stopped licking him and raised to his feet. His mouth close to Ryan's ear, he muttered menacingly, “This is your last chance, so fucking say it.”
Arousal and vindication plagued Ryan's mind, and he spoke not to plead. “Do your worst.”
With a rageful growl, Buck raised Ryan's underwear over his cock and took out his own. Wordlessly, yet extremely talkative with his fiery gaze, he jerked them off vigorously.
Ryan heard every detail of Buck's arousal, smell the mildest aroma of their dance, and he couldn't face him anymore, couldn't bear to look at him when his cock was being tortured, trapped, aching for release.
The first spurt was Buck's, right over Ryan's navel. Embarrassingly, it was that burning sensation that broke Ryan and made him release in his own confines. A second fire hit his belly and he choked. Their blaze was not extinguished easily, and only after holding each other close did they finally gather the energy to clean themselves off.
Staring at the inside of his underwear, Ryan sighed. “I guess I had it coming.”
Clearly, Buck loved bad jokes as he snickered and patted him in the head.
Their paths soon parted, and Ryan finally remembered the glaring issue his conscience had blocked off. As he parked and looked at his front door, sweat poured down his forehead and reached the side of his nostrils. That drop of salted water did not smell like himself.
He looked at the front door again. Another drop reached the corner of his nose.
That sweat was not his.