A little story of Buck and Eddie

The station was quiet for once, the kind of rare lull that left the 118 crew sprawled out in the loft, catching their breath after a chaotic week. Eddie leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching Buck rummage through the fridge with that restless energy he always carried. The way Buck’s shirt stretched across his shoulders as he bent down shouldn’t have been distracting—but Eddie couldn’t look away.

“Seriously, man, we’ve got nothing good in here,” Buck grumbled, standing up with a pout, a half-empty carton of orange juice dangling from his hand. His blue eyes flicked to Eddie, catching him staring. “What? You gonna judge me for drinking straight from this?”

Eddie smirked, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “Nah, I’m just wondering how you manage to make even that look like a performance.”

Buck’s eyebrows shot up, a slow grin spreading across his face. “A performance, huh? You saying I’m putting on a show for you, Diaz?”

“Maybe you are,” Eddie teased, his voice low, the air between them crackling with something unspoken. He didn’t step back, didn’t break eye contact, and Buck didn’t either. They were close now—too close for it to be casual, the heat of Buck’s body radiating toward him.

Buck set the carton down, his gaze dropping to Eddie’s lips for a split second before snapping back up. “Careful, Eddie. Keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you’re flirting.”

“And if I am?” Eddie’s voice was a challenge, rough around the edges, his heart kicking up a notch as he leaned in just a fraction more.

Buck’s breath hitched, but that cocky grin stayed in place. “Then I’d say you’re playing with fire, and I’m not exactly known for backing down.”

The space between them vanished in a heartbeat. Eddie’s hand found Buck’s waist, pulling him in, and Buck didn’t hesitate—his lips crashed against Eddie’s, hot and hungry, like they’d both been waiting for this forever. The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue as Buck pressed himself closer, backing Eddie against the counter. Eddie groaned into it, his fingers digging into Buck’s hips, the taste of orange juice lingering on Buck’s lips.

Buck pulled back just enough to murmur, “Told you I don’t back down,” his voice a husky tease, eyes dark with want.

Eddie laughed, breathless, and yanked him back in. “Good. Neither do I.”

They stumbled toward the locker room, hands roaming, shirts tugged halfway off before they even made it through the door. Buck’s back hit the lockers with a thud, and Eddie was on him again, kissing down his neck, feeling Buck’s pulse race under his lips. Buck’s hands slid under Eddie’s shirt, tracing the lines of muscle with a groan that sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine.

“God, you’re gonna kill me,” Buck muttered, head tipping back as Eddie nipped at his collarbone.

“Funny,” Eddie growled against his skin, “I was about to say the same thing.”

The alarm blared overhead, sharp and unforgiving, snapping them out of the haze. They froze, panting, staring at each other with wild eyes and swollen lips. Buck let out a frustrated laugh, running a hand through his mussed hair. “Of course. Freaking perfect timing.”

The alarm blared, but Eddie grabbed Buck’s wrist before he could fully pull away, yanking him back into the locker room’s shadowed corner. “Screw the call for a second,” Eddie rasped, his voice thick with need, eyes burning into Buck’s. “We’re finishing this.”

Buck’s pupils blew wide, a shaky breath escaping him as he nodded, already tugging Eddie’s shirt up and over his head in one rough motion. “Yeah, fuck it—literally.” His hands were everywhere, greedy and fast, clawing at Eddie’s chest, nails dragging over taut skin, leaving faint red lines that made Eddie hiss.

Eddie shoved Buck back against the lockers, the metal rattling loud enough to echo, and crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Tongues clashed, wet and filthy, as Eddie’s hands ripped at Buck’s belt, popping the button on his jeans and shoving them down his thighs. Buck’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, and Eddie didn’t waste time—he wrapped his hand around it, stroking rough and fast, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head.

“Shit, Eddie—” Buck’s moan was guttural, hips bucking into Eddie’s grip, his head thunking back against the locker. His hands scrambled to return the favor, fumbling with Eddie’s pants until he got them open, shoving them down just enough to free Eddie’s erection. He gripped it tight, jerking him off with a sloppy, desperate rhythm, their cocks brushing against each other in the chaos.

Eddie growled, biting down on Buck’s lower lip hard enough to draw a whimper, then spun him around, slamming Buck’s chest against the cold metal. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, voice low and wrecked, kicking Buck’s feet apart. Buck obeyed instantly, ass arching back, panting like he was already on the edge. Eddie spat into his hand, slicking his fingers, and pressed two against Buck’s hole, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing in deep.

“Fuck, yes,” Buck groaned, voice breaking as he clawed at the lockers, pushing back onto Eddie’s fingers. “Harder—don’t fucking tease me.” Eddie obliged, pumping his fingers fast, curling them to hit that spot that made Buck’s whole body jerk, a string of curses spilling from his mouth. Wet, obscene sounds filled the air as Eddie stretched him, adding a third finger, scissoring them wide until Buck was trembling, dripping sweat and precum onto the floor.

“Gonna fuck you so hard you feel it on every call tomorrow,” Eddie snarled, pulling his fingers out and lining himself up. He spat again, slicking his cock, and thrust in with one brutal snap of his hips, burying himself balls-deep in Buck’s tight heat. Buck cried out, loud and raw, the sound bouncing off the walls as Eddie gripped his hips, nails digging into flesh, and started pounding into him.

Each thrust was relentless, skin slapping skin, the locker rattling like it might collapse. Buck’s cock bounced against his stomach, untouched, leaking a steady stream as Eddie fucked him senseless. “Eddie—oh fuck, right there—don’t stop—” Buck’s voice was a wrecked mess, choking on moans as Eddie angled deeper, slamming into his prostate with every brutal drive.

Eddie reached around, grabbing Buck’s cock and jerking him in time with his thrusts, rough and unforgiving. “Come for me,” he growled into Buck’s ear, biting the lobe hard enough to bruise. “Wanna feel you clench around me.” Buck’s whole body seized up, a shudder ripping through him as he came, hot and messy, ropes of cum splattering the locker and dripping down Eddie’s fist. His ass tightened like a vice, milking Eddie’s cock, and that was it—Eddie thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep, groaning loud and broken as he spilled inside Buck, pulsing hot and thick.

They slumped against the lockers, panting, sweat-soaked and shaking, Eddie still buried in Buck as aftershocks twitched through them. Buck laughed, hoarse and delirious. “Holy shit, Diaz. You’re a fucking animal.”

Eddie pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from Buck’s wrecked hole, and smirked. “You loved it.” He slapped Buck’s ass, hard, leaving a red handprint, and Buck yelped, grinning back at him.

The alarm screeched again, insistent, and Buck groaned, tugging his pants up over his sticky thighs. “We’re so fucked if Bobby finds out.”

Eddie adjusted himself, still catching his breath, and shot Buck a wicked look. “Worth it.”