#i wasn't going to show up for wip wednesday since i finished and posted heart attack fic FINALLY

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday, mwah

hi, friends 🫶🏼 pls have a very late, semi-horny snippet from my 5+1(+1) fic

Shutting his eyes, Eddie tucks his face in the hollow of Buck’s throat and breathes in Buck’s sweaty, sleepy-soft scent. He hooks one of Buck’s legs in the bend of his arm, reaches down to grip the base of his length, and rubs the head of his cock against Buck’s slick, swollen hole before shoving all the way inside in one go.  Buck takes him easily, eagerly, wet and warm and fingered loose enough Eddie could’ve fit his whole fist if he tried. He arches up with a pretty sigh that hangs in his throat, raking his fingers through Eddie’s hair and grabbing tight to bring Eddie’s mouth down to his.  The kiss is dirty, deep and wet and messy. Eddie frames Buck’s face with his elbows, sucks on Buck’s tongue like it’s his lifeline, and Buck gives over a rush of perfect mewls that make Eddie’s tummy boil.  Fuzzy yellow light filters through the tall windows of their bedroom, warming Eddie’s back and ass and legs. He shivers, comfortable and held tight, held close, wrapped all up in Buck he’s not sure where either one of them begins and ends. Smiling, Eddie pulls away from Buck’s dirty kiss. “Hey, pretty boy,” he whispers softly, licking away the string of spit stretching between their mouths. Buck’s so cute when he’s full of cock, cross-eyed and slack-jawed and a little stupid with pleasure, like he’s good for nothing else except getting fucked. He shifts his hips back and fucks forward, hard, just to watch the way Buck’s lips part on a sigh of his name.  A little grin stretches across Buck’s lips because he knows how perfect he looks when he’s taking it. “Don’t have to flatter me,” he says, looping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “I’m a sure thing.”  “Asshole.” Eddie laughs, leaning into Buck’s touch. He’s warmer than the morning sunshine on his back. “You piss me off so much.”  “And yet you can’t keep your dick out of me.”  Eddie nuzzles along Buck’s cheek, across his chin and up, till he can kiss the tip of Buck’s nose. “Keep it up,” he says, pinching the back of Buck’s fat thigh, “and I’ll withhold my dick for a whole month.”  “Liar. You can’t resist me.”  “I can so resist you.”  Buck snorts, rolls his eyes, and pulls Eddie back down for a giggly, goofy kiss. 

it's so late so, but i was tagged by @watchyourbuck, @jesuisici33, @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, @exhuastedpigeon, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @loserdiaz, @callmenewbie, @daffi-990, and @ladydorian05 🫶🏼

[prettyboybuckley]

WIP Wednesday

As always, I'm getting way ahead of myself, writing something that I won't be posting for a while because I have other parts of this series to finish first. 😅 Anyway, I got a spark of inspiration the other day and figured out a way to write the lightning strike into a future installment of the ace kink fic 🥺 and I just had to share this for WIP Wednesday, (which is why I'm not waiting for anyone to tag me 😂) And yes, as you can see, you will indeed be getting Eddie's POV in this series as well 🥰

He makes it back to the living room five minutes later to find that Buck has indeed fallen asleep, passed out with a crick in his neck and one arm hanging off the couch. Eddie sighs, putting the mug of tea on the coffee table before sitting down next to it.

Somehow, as uncomfortable as it seems, Eddie thinks that he looks more peaceful than he did in the hospital. Perhaps that's simply because he's home now. Eddie's home, but still. 

His heart has been in his throat for the past few days, ever since he climbed up that ladder and realized that Buck wasn't responding, hanging off the rope like dead weight. 

Literal dead weight. 

For three minutes and seventeen seconds, Eddie lived in a world where Buck wasn't alive and- 

And he's been trying not to think about it, because the moment he starts thinking about it, he won't be able to stop. He didn't go into Buck's room if he didn't have to while Buck was unconscious, didn't stay as long any of the times as he did when he smuggled Christopher inside. 

Not until Buck was awake again and Eddie didn't feel like panic was clawing its way up his throat every time he looked at the man. Though he has to admit that even now, there is this low grade anxiety buzzing under his skin.

Eddie is glad that he has Buck here, at least. With him, under his roof, where Eddie can keep an eye on him and make sure that he is as close to okay as he can be after something like this.

Buck had recognized that in the hospital, he thinks. Simply from the tone of Eddie's voice and look in his eyes, he'd know that what Eddie needed was to feel in control. And honestly, Eddie thinks that what Buck needs right now is for someone to take care of him, someone who knows how to help him get out of his head.

He reaches out, softly shaking Buck's shoulder to wake him up. Buck grumbles and groans, turning his head into one of the throw pillows, but he does wake up. 

"Here, tea," Eddie says, handing Buck the mug as he sits up a bit, and Buck blinks sleepily a few times before taking it. 

"Thanks."

"Christopher will be dropped off in an hour or two, I got Jesse's mom to take him. He'll be happy you're home."

A tiny smile quirks at the corners of Buck's mouth, and he nods. 

"Maddie call yet?" he asks after a moment of silence. 

"No? Did she say she would?"

Buck huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in that way that makes it clear he thinks Eddie is being silly about something. 

"After all these years, you should know how my sister can be," he says, ducking his head with a fond smile. "Don't get me wrong, I love her, but you shouldn't be surprised if she shows up unannounced before the end of the day to check on me."

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