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greenbergwrites · 3 months ago

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Just so you know I would read literally any thoughts/prompts you have about Buck and Eddie! Those two never leave my brain

You somehow divined that after those stills dropped yesterday, I spent every spare moment I could grab writing tit worship for Buck, didn't you?

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Buck’s shirt was off.

Buck stands on the ramp leading into the moving truck in Bobby and Athena’s new driveway, grinning, and his shirt is off.

The team had come together to move their captain into his new home, built on the ashes of the one that had burned down. The children play in the yard as the adults worked, Denny and Christopher—now officially teenagers—in charge of keeping the younger ones from being underfoot. Chimney is standing inside the truck itself, shifting a piece of furniture onto a dolly that Hen is holding steady. Bobby is on the other side of the dresser in front of Buck, ready to help him lift, and—

And Buck’s shirt is off.

Golden skin gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, droplets of sweat sliding down his flushed face. Every time he moved, his abs tensed, showing off the muscle he’d worked so hard for in the gym.

Buck picks up his shirt, tucked into the waistband of his pants, and mops at his brow. He claps his hands together, nodding at Bobby, and then the two of them lift the dresser between them.

Buck’s biceps bulge and that’s—that’s hot, sure, but it’s nothing compared to the way the movement of his arms has pushed his chest together.

Eddie’s frozen in place.

He’s somewhere between unbearably turned on and irrationally jealous, because—because anyone can see it. Everyone can see it.

Logically, he knows that no one here is giving it a second glance. They all have their significant others that they’re hopelessly in love with, and Buck is either a son or a little brother to all of them. It doesn’t stop Eddie from wanting to snatch one of the moving blankets from a piece of furniture and throw it over Buck’s—everything.

The perfection of that sight should only be for him. And it is perfection. That big, gorgeous body and warm, pink skin and those perfect fucking tits on display, looking so lonely without his hands to hold them, his mouth to suck on them, his cock to—

The blood in Eddie’s veins turns molten, rushing south as a bloom of heat tightens his gut.

Fuck. Fuck.

Why was he out here again? He’d left the interior of the house for a reason. No, he’d been sent out here for…something. He just couldn’t remember what it was.

Buck shifts, his elbows tucking into his body further. It only further accentuates his chest, pushing his tits together even more, showing off those pretty pink nipples.

Eddie can’t fucking breathe. God, he wants those tits in his mouth.

“Uncle Eddie!”

“Dad!”

Pain explodes on the side of Eddie’s face, right at his hairline. He jerks back, literally knocked out of his spiraling thoughts. Something clatters on the porch at his feet and when he looks, it’s a neon green Frisbee.

Before he can register much more than that, Buck is there. Big, warm hands cradle his face, Buck’s concerned blue eyes filling his vision. Just over his shoulder, Chimney helps Bobby right the overturned dresser.

Buck must’ve abandoned it the moment he heard the kids shouting. Warmth fills Eddie’s chest.

“I’m okay,” he murmurs. “I’m okay, Buck.”

Buck touches his hairline, and it’s gentle, but it still hurts. He shows Eddie his fingers; they’re wet with blood.

“You’re bleeding,” Buck says back, just as softly, the rest of the world forgotten in their little bubble.

Athena appears beside them, frowning. “What happened?”

Eddie means to respond, he really does, but it’s just about that time that he realizes that Buck is still shirtless and just inches away from him now. His hands clench into fists, Eddie forcing them to stay by his side, because if he moves—

If he moves, he’s going to grab onto Buck’s chest and that would be embarrassing for all of them.

“First aid kit is in the guest bath,” he hears Athena say distantly, because while Eddie’s been distracted, Buck has explained the mishap. “Eddie, did you tell everyone about lunch?”

Lunch. Right. That’s why he’d been sent out in the first place; Karen and Athena set up a late lunch on the back patio so that everyone can take a break and refuel.

“No,” he says belatedly. “Sorry.”

He doesn’t look at her. Doesn’t look anywhere but somewhere around Buck’s neck region, because again, if he moves his eyes, they’re going only one place.

“Come on,” Buck says softly, nudging Eddie inside. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Eddie moves slowly, as if he’s stuck in molasses. He’s pretty sure the only reason he lets himself do it at all is because some part of him realizes that if they go inside, Buck will be out of everyone’s line of sight.

That’s good. That’s the way it should be. No one should be able to look at him like this.

Buck herds him inside, down the hallway and around the corner into the guest bathroom.

Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it as Buck fishes out the first aid kit. He frowns, looking between Eddie and the door knob as he sets the kit onto the sink.

“What are you—”

Eddie’s composure finally snaps.

He hauls Buck up against the sink, stepping between his legs as he pulls Buck in for a searing kiss. Something clatters to the floor as Buck scrambles for balance, and Eddie doesn’t care enough to figure out what it was.

“Baby,” He asks, his voice more steady than he feels. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“I got hot,” Buck says, the pink of his skin deepening. “Eddie, your head. Let me—”

“Fuck my head,” Eddie counters, rather reasonably he thinks.

It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Whatever tenderness there might be, it’s lost to the need pulsing through him now that he has Buck flushed and half-naked against him.

Heat radiates from Buck’s skin, the scent of him nothing but sun and sweat. It’s like a drug to Eddie’s senses, clouding his mind until the only thing he can think about is licking Buck all-fucking-over. He can just barely remember why that’s not possible.

His hands trail up Buck’s sides, fingers shaking and cock throbbing.

“You were hot,” Eddie repeats, cupping Buck’s chest with both hands, letting his thumbs graze over peaked nipples. “So you decided to show off your tits to everyone in our family?”

Buck blushes furiously, the tantalizing pink of his skin turning red.

“Eddie,” he protests, but it’s a weak admonishment when his cock jerks against Eddie’s own.

Eddie smiles and it feels…fucking feral.

Buck will never admit it or bring it up outside of the moment—too embarrassed, Eddie thinks, and that’s okay—but he loves when Eddie does that. Refers to his chest as tits. It makes him squirm, makes him so fucking whiny.

“These are mine,” Eddie whispers, leaning down to press feverish kisses along the expanse of Buck’s considerable chest. “Mine, baby, and you show them off to just anyone?”

God, his tits are so pretty. So perfect. Buck is so perfect, big and broad and melting into Eddie’s touch so beautifully.

Buck’s hand is in his hair, running his fingers through it feverishly.

“Eddie,” he pants out. “Eddie, we can’t, not here—”

But even as he says it, he’s shoving his chest into Eddie’s hands, his mouth. Buck wants it. He wants it and so does Eddie and he can’t fucking remember why they shouldn’t.

Buck loves having his nipples played with. They found out, quite by accident, how sensitive he is there. Incidentally, that was also the night Eddie realized for the first time in his life that he was apparently a tits man. They just have to be a very specific kind of tits, attached to a specific kind of person.

Eddie leans down, laving slowly at Buck’s nipple. It’s peaked and tight, tasting of salt and so good on his tongue that he can’t help but do it again. And again and again.

When it isn’t enough anymore, he closes his mouth around it and sucks. Sucking is good. Sucking them has Buck’s hands tightening in his hair, has him making those helpless, breathy little noises that drive Eddie fucking crazy. Their hips rock together, shocks of pleasure racing along Eddie’s spine.

Eddie makes his way to the other nipple, placing sucking kisses along the way. He can’t seem to lift his mouth from Buck’s skin. Just the idea of it makes him bite at the meat of Buck’s chest, his teeth scraping harshly against golden skin.

“Oh, fuck,” Buck hisses, shoving up into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, Eddie—Eddie—”

“Say it,” Eddie demands, biting again, just because he can. Because his teeth ache for it. “Say they’re mine, say they’re just for me, God, baby, you make me fucking crazy, don’t want anyone to see them but me—”

“No one else,” Buck promises breathlessly. “No one else, Eddie, I swear, Eddie, fuck, please, please—”

They rock together harder, faster, so close Eddie can almost taste it. He has one arm around Buck’s back now, keeping them steady, but his other hand is still on Buck’s chest, massaging, squeezing, pinching, while his mouth lavishes attention to the other side. The only way it could be better is if they were naked.

He thinks about shoving their pants down, feeling Buck’s thick cock against his own, his precome slicking the way, how good it would feel to rut together while Eddie sucks on his tits.

Before he can make that thought a reality, someone bangs loudly on the door and rattles the handle, ripping them out of the moment.

“I know what you two are doing in there,” Chimney hisses through the door, sounding furious that he has to say it all. “It doesn’t take that long to slap some disinfectant and a bandaid on a shallow cut. If Athena catches you christening her house before she gets a chance to, you’re both dead.”

Slowly, Eddie pulls back, drinking in the sight of Buck dazed and trembling in his arms. He’s breath is fast and shallow, his chest heaving in a way that makes Eddie have to look away if he wants to clear his head.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” he calls hoarsely.

“I’ll be counting!”

They both listen as he walks away.

It’s probably for the best that they were interrupted, even though Eddie mourns the lost potential of Buck fucked out and loose-limbed in his arm.

He kisses Buck gently.

“We’ll finish this when we get home tonight,” he promises. “Until then, you might want to put a shirt back on.”

Because Eddie, in his possessive, lustful haze, has littered Buck’s heaving chest in a smattering of hickeys. Now, there’s no way to look at him shirtless and not know that he’s taken.

Looking down at himself, Buck blushes.

“You’re a heathen,” he says, but his voice is still thick with pleasure, his gaze still a little hazy.

He takes his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and tugs it back on. It’s a sleeveless number that he usually wears to the gym, showing off his biceps.

Eddie hums, cupping Buck’s face to kiss him lightly.

“I’m your heathen,” he says, unrepentant.

In the quiet of the bathroom, Buck picks up the first aid kit and tends to the cut on Eddie’s forehead, which has long since stopped bleeding. By the time they’re done, they both have their bodies under control enough to join everyone else on the back patio.

Chimney glares and Hen snorts quietly, a knowing smile on her face, but thankfully no one actually says anything. They eat and get back to work.

Buck doesn’t take his shirt off again for the rest of the day.

#nani asks #greenberg replies #911 abc #buddie #possessive eddie #slight feminization #tit worship #i definitely meant for this to have more dirty talk but eddie REALLY didn't want to unoccupy his mouth long enough to do it #(also slightly sad I did not get to include tit fucking but alas)

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