#and how will eddie react to buck's exposed arms

[festival-of-pudding]

How’s this for a first try, @storyofsparklingstars ? 🙃

(932 words of sleep kink)

Buck’s eyes open, blinking in the dark. Why is he awake? The bedroom is still and silent; he listens, but beyond the faint hum from the A/C he doesn’t hear anything except Eddie breathing beside him. 

Wait... 

That breathing is different: it sounds strange, somehow fast and slow at the same time, as if each breath is being drawn out of Eddie rather than drawn in by him. 

Nightmare? No, he knows what those sound like. What...

Months of sleeping beside a former soldier and current parent have taught Buck how to move lightly. He rolls over carefully in the small bed, prepared to react in whatever way is needed. But nothing can prepare him for what he sees.

Eddie lies on his back, one arm behind his head, the other on his belly. His hand rests just below his ribcage, fingers curled into a soft fist that rises with each shallow breath. He’s kicked off the duvet and is covered only by a sheet pooled around his hips. Moonlight from the window stripes his bare skin silver and bronze. The pulse in his neck thumps with his beating heart. His head is tipped slightly back, jaw slack, lips parted. His eyes dart and jerk behind their lids, black lashes fluttering on his cheeks.

Buck stares at him, mesmerized.

He’s dreaming.

The next breath catches in Eddie’s throat. He swallows thickly, and as he exhales his lips form silent syllables, a soft sigh, a snatch of a word. The hand on his belly twitches and goes flat, fingers splayed against his abdomen, and then closes again, faint red trails where his fingernails drag across the skin. His eyelids flutter again, and his next soft moan takes the shape of Buck’s name.

Buck’s heart pounds so hard it shakes the mattress beneath him. Gooseflesh rises on his skin. 

He’s dreaming about me.

He has memorized every part of Eddie’s body; there’s not one inch of him that Buck doesn’t know. But this is the first time he has ever seen Eddie naked. 

He’s afraid to move, or breathe, or do anything that might disturb the absolute magic of Eddie like this: open, exposed, utterly lost in whatever the Buck in his dream is doing to him. The Buck that Eddie keeps inside his head; the Buck he can give himself to in some way he can’t when he’s awake; the Buck who can make him look like that. 

What kind of me do you see?

He glances down at the sheet across Eddie’s hips, sees his cock straining beneath thin cotton. Buck watches it bob with his heartbeat, looks up at Eddie’s face again, bites his lower lip. 

I’m here, Eddie. I’m right here.

As gently as he can, willing himself not to move a muscle more than necessary, Buck props himself on his right elbow and brings his left hand to his mouth. Silently he spits into his palm, closes his hand, moves it down to slip beneath the sheet and curl around Eddie’s cock.

Eddie’s breath hitches, and the pulse in his neck thumps faster. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple. Buck knows how to touch him, and after two or three strokes Eddie’s hips are rolling in time. How is he not waking up? He flicks his thumb over the slick head and is shaken by the beauty of him: skin taut and trembling, mouth slack and open, eyelids quivering. The noises he’s making are not his usual grunts and growls but soft shivering sighs, high-pitched moans, voiceless pleas, repetitions of Buck’s name. His hand slips from his belly and falls to the mattress to grip a desperate handful of the sheet.

Buck knows when he’s about to come and picks up the pace at just the right moment. At the last second Eddie’s eyes open wide and he raises his head — his eyes meet Buck’s for one instant, unguarded — and then he clamps them shut and his head falls back on the pillow, his cry muffled between clenched teeth as the sheet grows wet and sticky around Buck’s hand.

When the last pulse fades, Buck brings his hand up to Eddie’s chest to feel his beating heart. His skin is hot and damp, flushed dark against Buck’s pale fingers. His eyes open and focus on Buck leaning over him — those beautiful dark eyes, fully aware now, blinking up at him, then looking down at the wet sheet and Buck’s hand on his chest. 

At first all he can do is breathe. And then, softly: “I thought it was a dream.”

“It was,” Buck says. “What were you dreaming about?”

Eddie’s eyes cloud over as his gaze turns inward. “You were…” He doesn’t finish, and Buck reaches up to smooth back his hair. 

“Tell me later,” he says. “Go back to sleep.” 

A thousand words tumble through Eddie’s eyes. The weight of them drags him back toward sleep, and Buck strokes a thumb across his forehead until his eyelids grow heavy.

“Buck…” 

“I’m here,” Buck says.

Eddie says nothing else, but his hand touches Buck’s arm and lingers there. Buck smiles at him, and Eddie smiles back, soft and slow. He sighs once, and then he is asleep.

Buck curls up next to him — feeling his warmth, smelling his pleasure, listening to his slowing heart. The beauty of him makes Buck’s chest hurt. The magic of him. The knowledge of what can’t be said but now is known. The possibility of what’s yet to come.

I love you too, Buck thinks, and falls asleep.

#writingtag #pwp #sleep kink #purple prose #buddie #enjoys my garbage more aggressively

[firefam-stan]

(inspired by @bvckleydiaz post: “ someone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write something where eddie and the rest are sitting around telling stories/talking about buck!! my heart needs this! 😩🥺”)

yeah my inspiration muse struck, and here we are 

(a.k.a. help I accidentally wrote a bit more than a drabble)

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“Hello? Is anybody in here?”  

Eddie looked up from his locker, surprised to see an older couple making their way over from the front entrance. A quick glance around revealed nobody else on duty nearby. 

He sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with well-wishing senior citizens today. They tended to be overly nice and expected his full attention, even when he had other things to do. Usually, Eddie enjoyed the visits as a welcome break during the day, but this time he was a bundle of tightly-tensed nerves waiting to combust ever since Buck had come in that morning. 

Buck. 

Eddie lightly rested his head against the cool metal of the locker, chasing away the sudden onslaught of images from earlier, the terror that had overcome him when he’d thought his friend had... gone in the explosion. The events from earlier had affected him more than he’d let on. 

Maybe if he just stayed really still and didn’t look up again, the older couple would find someone else. 

“Excuse me?”

Or not. 

Eddie turned around, plastering a tight smile onto his face. “Can I help you with anything?” 

The man nodded. “Is Evan here? We... need to talk with him.” 

Eddie spun around and felt his blood run cold as the words fully registered. 

It was them.

And they had the nerve to show up here after Buck had nearly died saving a stranger’s life. Eddie's gaze flickered to the punching bag in the corner, a memory springing up of Buck, angrily punching the ever-loving crap out of it.

“Two dinners, and I’m twelve years old again,” he’d said, face filled with fury. And pain.

And now? Faced with the dread parents themselves?

“Mr. and Mrs. Buckley, I presume?” Eddie finally managed to say, snapping himself back to the present.

“Yes, it’s good to meet you!” Mr. Buckley offered his hand, but Eddie ignored it under the guise of turning around to look for someone else.

“Buck isn’t here right now,” Eddie’s tone was terse. “He’s getting examined after our last call.”

“...examined?” 

“Medically examined. He was exposed for too long at the factory fire.”

“Factory fire?!” gasped the woman, dread etched on her features. 

The man’s face only hardened, his jaw clenched. “He has no right,” he said. “no right to do this to us!”

“Excuse me?” Eddie interjected, feeling his temper quickly rising to dangerous levels. But he pushed it down, bottled it securely into the bottom of his chest. He couldn’t afford to behave rashly---lives were lost when people behaved rashly.

But he allowed a small trace of his anger to show itself in his eyes and the tense set of his shoulders. Judging by their silence, it was enough. 

“If you’ll please come with me, you can wait upstairs in the seating area.”

Eddie gestured up the stairs and they soon followed. But before they reached the top, he turned around and leveled his gaze at them. “Your son is a hero, not the reckless daredevil you think he is.”

“You have no right to tell us what we do or don’t think of our son!” 

Eddie clenched his jaw tighter. That punching bag was looking more and more appealing. 

“Just please, sit down over there.” He looked up at the seats and saw with relief that Bobby, Hen, and Chimney were all nearby. 

Good, that accounted for all his impulse control. 

He turned his face away from the couple and raised his eyebrows deliberately to the team. “Bobby, Hen, Chimney, this is Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.”

After that, it got very tense, very quickly. Chimney’s expression was very blank and tightly controlled, while Bobby and Hen looked closer to a tightly wound spring. 

“Oh, Howard! It’s good to see you!” smiled Mrs. Buckley, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. “We’re just looking to talk to Evan for a moment. I understand he’s gone and hurt himself?” she pulled a distasteful face. 

“With all respect, unless you have something to apologize for, I think you’ve talked to Buck enough for now,” said Bobby, trying to sound courteous. 

“He still lets people call him that?” broke in Philip Buckley, clearly annoyed with the fact. 

“Yes, and it suits him.” said Hen, stepping forward a bit. 

“Oh, enough with the stupid nicknames already!” snapped Margaret Buckley. “Just tell us when he’ll be back!” 

Eddie cut in softly, “he’s getting a medical examination after a massive fire and you’re worried about when it’s most convenient for you to talk?” 

“That’s not what...” Margaret trailed off. “Fine. What of it?”

“Did you know that he has smoke inhalation--” Eddie started, but Philip cut him off.

“I’m so sorry on his behalf, he seems to get himself injured often. It’s been a problem for--”

Bobby put his hand up. “Stop right there,” they looked up. “You have no right to apologize for him,” he nodded to Eddie. “I think what Mr. Diaz over there was trying to say is that he has smoke inhalation as a result of giving his mask to a stranger trapped in the burning building.” 

This seemed to shock them, and they looked at Eddie for confirmation, and he nodded, never breaking his cold stare. 

“Well that’s a first,” mumbled Margaret. “I wish he’d had that kind of character when he was younger.” 

Bobby squared his shoulders. “I will not tolerate unnecessary and untrue degrading comments in my firehouse.” his tone was icy and brooked no room for disagreement. 

“It’s not untrue...” Margaret murmured under her breath. 

“That’s enough,” ordered Eddie, letting the soldier in him leak into his tone. 

They stood around awkwardly for a few moments, until Hen spoke up. “I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but your son, our Buck, is an incredible person. He would never needlessly endanger himself. He knows we care too much.” That last sentence was ever so slightly barbed. 

“One time he climbed to the top of a roller coaster with no safety equipment to get to someone in trouble.” Eddie said, raising an eyebrow. “It was on the news and everything.” 

“And the man let go---he failed!” Philip dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand.

“But he still tried!” Hen uncrossed her arms and stood up straighter. “From what we’ve heard, it’s more than you’ve done.” 

“Look, we don’t care what he has or hasn’t done, but it wasn’t Evan’s place to complain to you about his personal problems. Did you know he even has to see a therapist?!” Margaret was indignant. 

“Margaret,” Philip put his hand on her shoulder. “These firefighters haven’t done anything wrong. We’re here for Evan, not them.” 

“He saved my son’s life.” Eddie said suddenly, remembering what Buck had said about Daniel. “He was with my young son on the pier when the tsunami hit.” He shifted, his voice softening. “Christopher would be... gone if Buck hadn’t been there.” 

The Buckley’s had frozen. Sensing an opening, Eddie continued, “My son has cerebral palsy, and Buck risked his life over and over again to make sure he was safe. Christopher wouldn’t have stood a chance if he hadn’t been there.” 

Just like that, Margaret and Philip stopped. And Eddie knew it was because the story of Christopher had reminded them of Daniel. It was a low blow, he knew, to exploit their grief like that. But he had to make them see.

Chimney picked up the conversation. “He was pinned under a fire truck---it shattered the bones in his leg---and he still came back so he could help people.”

“And he once saved a man who was hanging out of a car windshield on the road. Off duty.” Hen added. 

Bobby sighed and cleared his throat. “Whether you see it or not, Buck is a hero. He’s brave and selfless, always making sure everyone else is safe before checking himself.” 

Margaret nodded mutely, still processing the information. 

“And whether Buck knows it or not, he has a family here who will always be there for him.” Bobby spoke the last part with such conviction that the Buckley’s couldn’t help but look ashamed. 

Philip turned to Margaret, unsure how she was reacting. “Margaret, I think we need to apolog---” he stopped short when he noticed Eddie had perked up and was now looking at the door, listening intently. 

A red paramedic truck pulled up, and then Eddie was gone, already halfway down the stairs. 

Bobby had noticed too, and addressed the couple again. “It looks like Buck is back now. We’re going to go check on him, and we’ll let him know you’re here.”

“And whether he comes up or not is his choice,” added Hen.

Margaret and Philip watched them hurry down to greet Buck.

“We messed up,” she said softly.

Philip only nodded.

#9-1-1 #evan buckley #evan 'buck' buckley #bobby nash #eddie diaz #the buckleys #henrietta wilson #hen wilson #firefam #9-1-1 fanfiction #soft eddie #implied buddie #protective bobby nash #protective eddie diaz #bobby nash is such a dad #christopher diaz

[indiguus]

first lines of last 20

@stellarm tagged me. i got a feeling it'll be a bunch of very short simple sentences for first lines. 😅 btw, i'm skipping those ficlet collections. guidelines: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all.) choose your favorite opening line, tag some friends!

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20. why don't you kiss me? [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] After months of hellish training and strict diet, Buck got into the best shape of his life. And more importantly, he got his spot on the LAFD firefighter calendar. Some might think it vain but he felt accomplished -- challenging himself and succeeding with discipline he didn't even know he was capable of. Nobody could take this victory away from him.

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19. floating [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] "I'm going on a coffee break!" yelled Buck, without turning his head as he stepped out of the tent.

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18. speeding [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] It was a small sip of wine that Buck almost choked on. If it was to happened it would be a great deal more embarrassing than getting choked by a piece of bread. And yet across from him, Maddie reacted like this was well within the confine of her expected outcomes when those words left her lips.

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17. fighting [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] It was a regular medical call for the 118. Hen & Chim was treating a woman for dehydration and what appeared to be a severe migraine attack. Buck was distracting the woman's 5 year-old daughter trying to keep her calm.

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16. feasting [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] "Mi querido, Evan!" Buck was spotted the moment he walked and immediately got pulled into a tight hug, as the restaurant owner ambled over to him. Without missing a beat, he guided Isabel over to a nearby empty booth to sit down, with a hand on her elbow and settled himself opposite her.

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15. cleaning [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] Buck wasn't a sloppy guy. He put a lot of effort into keeping his apartment clean and comfortable, because after a 24-hour shift he would like a clean bed with fresh sheets to pass out in. Or maybe a comfortable couch with no crumbs to pass out on after 6 hours of Fortnite.

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14. soaring [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] Evan Buckley did not like to fly. No matter what the statistics said, he did not feel comfortable stuck in a metal tube floating thousands of feet above the ground.

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13. Can we not rewrite our history? [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] "What the fuck are you doing here?" Buck growled low, once everyone else cleared out of the locker room after Bobby introduced Eddie to the team, with Buck's back facing outward and his head seemingly stuffed into his own locker.

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12. ko `u `uhane [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] "Could you tell the story again please, Danno? Pleeeeeeeeease?" Even with Danny's resolve, it was impossible to give in to Grace's pleading accompanied by her earnest stare.

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11. Quiet [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] In contrast to Danny, Steve didn't make much noise. He wasn't quiet but neither was he talkative. Utilitarian, one might even categorize Steve as when it came to spoken words – unless he was arguing with Danny. In the physicality sense, Steve carried himself with a feline grace gliding between spaces without making much sound. And when he stood up to or someone, he would become a towering 12-feet thick steel reinforced concrete wall – imposing, unmovable, and most of all silent.

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10. The Menace [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] If anyone asked, Danny had a well rehearsed presentation about his partner completed with visual aids if required.

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9. Solus [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Car ride with Danny was many things -- entertaining, frustrating, or aggravating. Boring though, it never was. Nor was it ever quiet.

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8. Boxed [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] It took Steve hours after the fact to realize. There was a game on the TV for background noise, as Steve sat down to process the day's events while having a Hapa Brown Ale. It was unfair to compare the hand-to-hand combat skills between Danny and him, but Danny could fight with the best of them and Steve had unadulterated faith in Danny having his back. Normally Steve would be too engaged in subduing other perps to observe Danny, though today was different.

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7. Agreement [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Freddie tilted his head back eagerly exposing more of his neck to Danny, silently begging for lips, tongue and teeth, at the same time Danny's two well-lubed fingers breached him. It was a deftly practised dance for them, this familiar foreplay. With the tip of his tongue, Danny traced the often traveled path from clavicle up to earlobe humming softly while savoring the salty tang of Freddie's skin.

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6. Frayed [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] His body and his story keep moving forward. There is no stopping or slowing down. However that inhale of air filled with slightly spicy musk has been locked away in the sensory vault in the deepest recess of his mind. That moment in time, a pair of strong arms embracing him before he left the tiny motel room, propels him forward and gives him the will to survive.

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5. When I Climb the Stairs and Turn the Key [Stargate SG-1 & Stargate Atlantis, Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard] "I'm too old for this shit," Jackson muttered from his crouched position behind a nearby boulder. Cam shot him an exasperated look while spears, arrows and darts continued to rain down on them. Because Jackson always said things like that - how he should do more research and fewer front line missions, but at the first mention of a Maya-like civilization, he jumped on-board immediately. All previous declarations conveniently forgotten. So, the chance of him ever feeling too old for field trips through the gate was slim to none.

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4. Proximity [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Danny rants. It's an irrefutable truth like humans need oxygen to survive. Danny rants and complains like nobody Steve has ever met. Danny even rants about things that not necessarily bother him but he does it anyway just because he can. To dissect and discern which ones really matter, is something Steve has learned early on.

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3. More Than Three [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] "Seriously?" Steve grunted in mild frustration, trying to lock his face down to military blank because he didn't need more names to his expressions. He didn't have faces.

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2. Faded Memories [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Swallowing down the rest of his beer, Steve set the empty bottle on the bar top behind him without looking, his attention homed in on the blond across the empty dance floor. It was early evening on a Wednesday, and this man was the best in the club at the moment -- not that he wouldn't stand out in a full house on a Saturday night. A good half foot shorter than Steve, the man's shirt might be covering his skin, at the same time it enhanced the display of his musculature.

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1. Downward Dog [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Danny's hiding something. Steve is sure of it. He's certain it's nothing to be paranoid about because he knows Danny, trusts him implicitly; but the thing is, Danny's hiding something.

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tagging: @tari-aldarion, @agentlemuse, and @finduilasclln.

#tagged #long post

[detectivecarlosreyes]

Series: Part 2 of Hidden Truths  / Link to Part 1: The Secrets We Keep

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Chapter summary:

Buck has moved into Eddie's place, Eddie has noticed something is up with him but he doesn't know what. Maybe things would have turned out differently if Buck had remembered to shut his bedroom door.

read under the cut 

Eddie loved having Buck around. As much as he loved Carla’s help with Christopher when he was at work, it just didn’t compare to having a second set of hands around the house when he was home. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t felt stressed as a single dad trying to get everything done in a day.

And now he had Buck there who was just there to fill in the gaps as if it was the easiest thing in the world. It hasn’t felt this easy since he lived with Shannon. Having him in the house made Eddie realise what he had been missing since he moved to LA.

Buck somehow managed to get the things done that Eddie never seemed to have at the forefront of his mind; Putting on a load of laundry before the hamper was overflowing, wiping down the cooktop of the stove before it was caked in layers of splattered food and oil and lastly but most importantly, keeping the freezer well-stocked with homemade frozen meals for the days when they would get home late and didn’t have the energy for cooking but were still in need of something substantial to eat.

There was only one thing that bothered him though, Buck had moved in a little over two weeks ago and Eddie, for the life of him, couldn’t put his finger on what was different about him. The only thing he noticed was that Buck was quieter, more subdued somehow, but Eddie couldn’t think of a reason why that would be.

He still kept to their usual routine of cooking the three of them breakfast or dinner when they had that time together, so they didn’t have to rely on Eddie’s woeful cooking abilities. He still lit up like the sun when Chris would ask him for help with something. And he was always ready to lend a hand whenever Eddie needed something done.

He fit seamlessly into their lives without breaking a sweat and yet it felt like Eddie was missing a vital piece of information, a piece to the puzzle that was Buck because at the moment he could see the puzzle, but he wasn’t actually seeing the picture it created. It bothered him, but he didn’t want to bring it up, because there wasn’t an actual problem to bring up and he knew that Buck would tell him if there was something wrong, wouldn’t he?

He finally got his answer a couple of nights later when he was woken up to the sound of low whimpers and whispers. He was generally a light sleeper, it came with the territory when you were in the army and it was something he’d never been able to shake since.

Getting up, Eddie padded his way down the hallway, expecting to find Christopher having a rare nightmare, something he hadn’t had for months now, only to find him sleeping soundly. Frowning, he listened again thinking maybe he had been imagining the sounds, only to hear more clearly now that they were coming from Buck’s room. And his door was open.

Eddie frowned even more deeply at that because in all the time Buck had stayed here, never once did he leave his bedroom door open. He must have been exhausted if he’d forgotten to do it this time.

Not entirely sure what to expect, Eddie hesitantly peered around the doorframe to see something he never could have anticipated.

In the silver moonlight that was filtering through the window by Buck’s head, Eddie could see that Buck was curled up in the foetal position facing the door, looking the smallest he had ever seen him. There was sweat beaded on his forehead and he had a white knuckle grip on his pillow which he had pulled tightly to his chest. Even from his position by the door, Eddie could see Buck’s lips moving as he murmured in his sleep, periodically making a sound louder than a whisper.

It was heartbreaking to witness Buck in such a vulnerable state, and before Eddie knew it his feet were carrying him to Buck’s bedside and he was reaching out to wake him from whatever bad dream he seemed to be having. Eddie hovered with his hand above Buck’s shivering form, wondering whether or not this was a good idea.  

Now that he was closer, he could see that the sweat was not just on Buck’s forehead but actually coating his body in a glistening sheen, matting his short untamed curls to his forehead.  While he tried to make up his mind, Buck uttered the first clear thing since he found him like this, “Christopher… where are you?...” he muttered into his pillow, “…need to…find you….”

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, not with the amount of anguish he could hear even in Buck’s smallest of voices. The instant his hand contacted Buck’s exposed arm the guy jolted awake, blindly flailing his arms as if he was fighting an unseen force.

Eddie reacted quickly speaking to him as he manages to catch both of Buck’s forearms and pressed them to his chest “Buck! Buck, it’s alright, it's just me, its just Eddie.” It takes Buck a few beats, but he slowly takes in his surroundings, eyes eventually landing on Eddie.

“Eddie?” He managed to croak out, “What are you doing in my room?”

Seeing that Buck was back with him, Eddie released his arms but stayed close to the bed, “I could hear you from my room. You left your door open.” He ended up answering.

Buck sat up abruptly at that, eyes going almost comically wide, “Oh shit, Eddie! I forgot to shut it, I’m sorry for waking you.”  

“It's fine, I’m actually glad you did. Are you alright?” Eddie asked even though he already knew the answer.

Buck shrugged and looked down at his lap.  “Yeah, I’m fine. You should just go back to bed.”

Eddie considered the answer for a moment tempted to leave him be and just go back to sleep, that is until he eyed the glazed look in his face and saw the tremors wracking Buck’s body. He knew a bad nightmare when he saw one. “Hmm, nope. Come on.”

Eddie took Buck’s wrist and pulled him out of bed, ignoring the hushed protests coming from said man. He doesn’t release him until they were in his bedroom standing at the foot of the bed. He left him standing there but Eddie felt Buck’s eyes on him as he moved to close the door.

Buck stood there, mouth slightly agape, crossing one arm to rub the other. “Uh, Eddie? What are you doing?”

“Get in the bed Buck.” He said as he gestured towards it from his position beside the door.

“What?!”

“Get. In. The. Bed. It’s not rocket science.” When Buck still doesn’t move from his spot, he sighed and lay down onto his side of the bed and pats the spot next to him, “Look, I know how hard it can be to sleep after a nightmare. What I do know is that it’s easier when there’s someone next to you. So just get in the damn bed. I won’t bite.”

In the darkness, Eddie could see Buck’s silhouette standing there as he weighed it up in his head before he gingerly settled himself under the covers on the other side of the bed as far as he could be from Eddie. Even across the space between them, Eddie could feel the tension coming off Buck in waves and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sleep until Buck was comfortable and relaxed.

“You were dreaming about the tsunami, weren’t you?” He asked quietly in the dark void of the bedroom, breaking the tense silence.

“How did you know?” Buck’s voice was small, barely louder than a whisper.

Eddie shifted his head and looked at Buck before rolling over to face him, sliding his hand under his pillow. “You were talking in your sleep before I woke you. Buck, that was so long ago, why are you having nightmares about it now?”

Just barely Eddie could see from Buck’s profile that he was staring up at the ceiling. “I haven’t had one in ages but then I had to recover that body from the river a few weeks ago.” He eventually ended us saying after a pregnant pause. “That’s what brought back the nightmares, it was a vivid reminder of what I saw when I was searching for Chris.”

Well, that explained why he reacted the way he did all those weeks ago. “So, this isn’t the first time you’ve had them, you had them back then too. Is that why you always sleep with your door shut? So we wouldn’t hear you?”

“Pretty much yeah.” Buck breathed out.

“Oh Buck, come here. I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Eddie reaches across the bed and tugs at Buck’s still-damp shirt until he was on his side facing Eddie, and he shuffled over so he could wrap his arms around Buck, so his face was against his chest. Buck stiffened at the unexpected hug before he slowly relaxed into Eddie’s arms with a sigh.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck mumbled into his shirt, his voice was thick with sleep as he valiantly fought to stay awake as if he knew that if he fell asleep again, it would just result in another nightmare. Peering down at Buck’s face Eddie felt this unexpected want well up inside him to kiss away the worry lines on Buck’s forehead. Feeling like that would definitely be crossing some sort of line, Eddie draws Buck in even closer instead, “I’m here now, so try to get some rest and I’m a light sleeper so I’ll wake you again it if it starts back up.”

That must have been what Buck was waiting to hear because barely a minute later his breathing was evening out, gently pressing the loose material of Eddie’s shirt against his skin in slow rhythmic breaths as his body tilted forward so he was resting more heavily against Eddie than he was before.

Eddie stayed awake for longer though, thinking about the situation he’d put himself in. Nothing about this felt uncomfortable, Buck was his best friend and holding him like this, in an almost intimate way felt so normal. And that’s what had him wondering. Wondering if what he’s feeling was platonic love or romantic love. For goodness sake, he had just thought about kissing his best friend’s head which was a sentiment that has never crossed his mind before.

Has he gone from loving Buck as a friend, to think that there might be something more to it than just that? If so, when did that happen? He has loved having Buck’s friendship, and yet now, in this moment it felt like how it was when he was with Shannon. And it felt good, better even, than he could have thought possible. But what would Buck think about it? He’s only here in the bed right now because he was in a vulnerable state with nightmares clouding his judgment.

It was too late now for him to be thinking about this, and maybe he was imagining things with exhaustion pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He’ll consider everything when he wakes up, thinking about it properly with a clear head, but right now he was content, cradling Buck’s sleeping form to his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and maybe, just maybe it was.

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Implications | Stan Uris

Stanley Uris/Reader College AU

CW: sexual content, slight angst

word count: 1,488

Part 1 of a Waiting [2]

For as long as you could remember, you were a people person. An extrovert for all intents and purposes. It was like there was a magnet inside of you, pulling others towards your eccentric personality and loud mouth. You made people feel comfortable and you loved it. It had been years since someone really disliked you.

Perhaps that was the reason it bugged you so much that Stanley Uris seemed so disgusted by your presence. Of course, the feeling was completely mutual, but you had good reason. He had a problem with you from the moment you met him.

When Beverly Marsh first introduced you to her friends, it was when you started dating. Eventually, you realized that you were both too excited about meeting another gay woman to realize that you weren’t compatible at all. But you loved her nonetheless. And she loved you. So did her friends.

Minus one, obviously. He critiqued everything about you. It was like nothing could leave your mouth without him having something smart to say about it. And it wasn’t in a friendly way like he did with Richie Tozier, someone who never ceased to shut up (and that was saying something, coming from you); it was in a blatant distaste for your entire existence. You were too messy, as if his other friends weren’t. You were a suckup, as if Bill Denbrough didn’t spend every afternoon in the office of his creative writing professor. You were a woman? But so was Beverly. You were gay? Hell, so was Beverly. So was Richie. So was his boyfriend Eddie Kaspbrak. So what was it?

That was all you wanted to know. You were past the point of trying to get him to like you, because that was a fruitless effort that only made you hate yourself more than you hated him. You just needed to know why he hated you so much. 

So, after taking a little too many shots at Mike Hanlon’s dorm, you decided you would find out. 

Mike tried to talk you out of it. Aside from Beverly, he was your closest friend, and he always prevented you from doing stupid things. Something that, believe it or not, took a lot of effort on his part. But tonight would be one of the unfortunate times where he failed. 

Beverly tried to talk you out of it. You didn’t listen. Ben Hanscom, the final friend in your friend group, and probably the most responsible, tried to talk you out of it. You shoved him off. Bill and Richie were too stoned to care. Eddie was asleep with his head in Richie’s lap. And Stan? He was studying, at his stupid dorm, for his stupid test, for his stupid class that you couldn’t even remember. 

Luckily, you could remember where his dorm was. Before you knew it, you were banging on his door loud enough to wake up the others in the hall. 

When he opened the door, he looked surprised to see you. That was understandable, considering it was 12 AM and you were piss drunk in a pair of Beverly’s pajamas. His surprise quickly turned to annoyance. 

“People are sleeping, (Y/N). Could you be more respectful?” 

“Not you or your roommate,” you answered, pushing past him into his empty room and throwing yourself on his bed. His roommate starting sleeping with his girlfriend on the weekends once Stan threw a book at them while they were having sex.

He sighed, muttered something under his breath, then shut the door and turned to face you. You could tell by the way his brows were furrowed that he was not impressed with your behavior. Was he ever?

Not remembering why you came to him to begin with, you felt your eyes slowly pulling themselves shut. Did Stan have a mattress not issued by the college? It certainly felt more comfortable than your own. Maybe if you just rested for a little bit, you’d remember why you were there… 

A snap jolted you awake, and you opened your eyes to see Stan bent over in front of you, a frown on his face. You suddenly remembered all your anger from earlier and sat up immediately, ignoring the pounding in your head as you did so. 

But a bright, blinding light only agitated you more. You realized quickly that the light was the sun. You swore it was dark when you got there. Right? What time was it? 

“You’ve been asleep for seven hours,” Stan said, nonchalantly handing you two pills which you swallowed dry without bothering to ask what they were.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You’re such a creep,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. 

He turned to face you, his face devoid of any emotion. “You’re annoying when you drink. And I did wake you up. Just now.” 

You didn’t have anything to say. You suddenly felt very exposed in his room, alone with him, as if you hadn’t just slept in his bed for hours. Why had you come here? It was such a stupid idea. But still, this was the nicest he’d ever been to you. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” You suddenly asked, peering up at him to see how he reacted. 

Stan, being as blunt as always, didn’t hesitate to respond. 

“Everyone just loves you. You don’t even have to try. And that’s not fair, (Y/N). How is that fair? How is it fair that I’ve gone my whole life having to work to be tolerated and you can just exist and be loved?” 

That wasn’t the response you were expecting. Well, to be fair, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. You always percieved Stan to have this confidence about him, which was understandable. He was smart, he was handsome, he had good friends. You knew he was loved. He was appreciated. 

He sat down on his bed next to you, running his hands through his loose curls roughly. You wanted to comfort him, but you didn’t know what to say. What could you even say in that situation?

Carefully, you reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. He stiffened but didn’t respond otherwise. So you moved closer, testing the waters gently, and reached up to touch his cheek, turning his face so he was looking at you.

“You are loved.”

“Even my friends like you more than me. My friends. Everyone loves you.”

“I came here last night because they wouldn’t shut up about wishing you were there. I couldn’t get away from you. It bugged me that they always spoke about how you have this huge heart, but there’s no room for me in there. They love you.”

“I want to be like you.” 

“You’re better than me, Stan. You aren’t just loved; you’re cherished.” 

He didn’t say anything. He looked into your eyes, tears pricking the edges of his own. You only then noticed how bright they were. 

Before you could ask if he was okay, his lips were against yours. 

And they were soft. Of course, they were soft. Stan had a chapstick collection bigger than you’d ever seen, and you swore he put it on every five minutes. What chapstick was he wearing? You didn’t know, but it tasted like honey. It was sweet. 

Almost as soon as it started, it ended. He pulled back, his eyes wide and his face red. 

“I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve asked, at least, but I know you’d say no. You can leave. I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I really overstepped my boundaries. I really wasn’t thinking and--” 

Tired of hearing him stumble over a useless apology, you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him harder than before. His lips were motionless against yours for a moment, and then Hell broke loose.

He pulled you closer, up onto his lap, and put his hands on your waist. You kissed him even harder, gently nipping his bottom lip, which caused him to squeeze your hips roughly, and you swore you could melt into his hands.

You didn’t consider the implications that came with making out with Stanley Uris. You hardly processed that you were making out with Stanley Uris. All you knew was that you wanted this man that was underneath you, you needed him in a way you’d never needed anyone or anything in your entire life. 

You ground against him, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction that would lead him where you wanted. And it did. His lips broke away for a moment, letting out a breathy moan, and his hips involuntary bucked up against you. 

Then he pushed you away. Hard. He pushed you onto the floor, his chest rising up and down rapidly as he eyed you like you were the Devil. 

“I can’t do this with you.”

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[mattzerella-sticks]

Reflection, a Buddie fic, jealous!Eddie, 3.8k

Eddie Diaz knew a few things. His wife, Shannon, was no longer with them. While he will always love her, it was time for him to move on. Surprisingly, his heart already did without his notice. It set up camp in the hands of his best friend, Buck. And he was too late to do anything about it.

Because Buck has a personal trainer. Buck has a crush on his personal trainer.

If Eddie ever meets the man, he might dip back into his 'phase'. But knowing how that might hurt Buck, he hopes they never run into each other. At a party in Buck's apartment, there's a high chance their paths will cross. Only what happens when Eddie meets Buck's personal trainer?

Eddie stands in a corner, scanning the crowd for a particular face. Shoulders tense, expression smooth like the marble of Buck’s kitchen counters, he broadcasts a very clear message - stay away. Appropriate behavior if Eddie were back at his station overseas and not at a party. A party celebrating a very important person in his life.

He catches Buck’s eyes in the crowd, the other man in the middle of a conversation. Buck lights up, waving him over. Eddie declines, darting away to sip at his beer. Too slow to miss him deflate at the snub.

His heart stutters over itself. A low growl rumbles through his mind, sharp teeth chewing him out for causing Buck’s smile to dim by ten percent. Barks at him to push off from the wall and join him, even at the risk. Slide in close and interrupt Buck while he works through his fifth tangent. Because Eddie knows his friend loses the plot easier than a loose contact and everyone around him looks antsier than soldiers during a surprise mine sweep.  Eddie would then reel him towards an ending, helping lighten the social traffic.

It’s exactly what he wants to do. But a phantom hold keeps him from following through on the fantasy. The fear that, if he were to go over and enjoy himself, the very person he wasted already too much time searching for would surprise him and ruin his fun.

If there’s no fun had there’s none to ruin.

“You doing okay there Eddie?”

Hen and Chimney double team him, fencing him in and blocking his view of the entire party from his post. Any chance of escape stolen by Hen bracing her arm against the wall and Chimney spreading his legs in an awkward way that he finds comfortable. “So I’m not shifting around all the time.”

“But it’s a tripping hazard!”

Chimney smirked, “Too bad.”

Eddie frowns, carefully constructed mask slipping to expose his raw nerves. It rights itself in the next moment. Only the damage was done.

“What’s wrong?” Hen asks, “This is supposed to be a party! Why are you the treating it like a funeral?”

“I’m not -”

“Eddie’s not imagining himself at a funeral, Hen,” Chim interrupts, “no, no, it’s like he’s surveying a fire for any stragglers.” They snicker into their drinks, Eddie rolling his eyes at their antics.

“Real funny, you two,” he sighs, “Look, sorry if I’m being a little bit of a buzzkill but I’m not in the mood to party.” “Then why’d you come?”

He answers with a soft gaze towards the apartment’s entertainment section, Christopher sitting wedged between Denny and Harry playing with Denny’s Switch. Two more controllers added since his birthday, so they can all play Mario Party. Christopher shakes the controller madly to win whatever mini-game randomly chosen, laughing when Harry knocks into him.

“Hurry up dad!” Christopher urged Eddie. He waited by the front door, bouncing with excitement. Eddie shrugged on his jacket, telling him to be patient. “But I want to see Buck!” he said, grinning, “Don’t… don’t you want to?”

Eddie did, but he wasn’t alone. There’s another person here that probably feels the same flutter in his stomach whenever Buck’s form crosses their gaze. Except they can act on it, whereas Eddie has to wait for his stomach acid to digest those damned butterflies.

“That’s sweet,” Hen says, cup over her heart. “But that’s not explaining the stiff upper lip thing your face is doing.”

Chimney nods, “You’re no Brad Pitt but you have a better poker face than this, man.”

His lips thin further, and Eddie wishes a tornado would sweep through the room and suck him out of the apartment. It’s the only natural disaster he feels his family aren’t equipped to handle, meaning they’re less likely to rescue him from death. Although Eddie believes, even if a tornado found a way to travel across the Midwest and to Los Angeles without dissipating, his Texan blood would keep him alive for the fallout. “Maybe I would perk up a little if people stopped harassing me about why I’m not the life of the party?”

“Hey, don’t make us out to be the bad guys,” Chimney says, “we’re first responders.”

“We’re just doing our jobs,” Hen adds. Her finger pokes his chest three times, on the fourth Eddie waving it away.

Chimney steps closer, voice lowering to a whisper. “Really though,” he says, Eddie straining to hear him over the background chatter, “are you okay? You can tell us?”

“Was it therapy?” Hen asks, “I saw you leaving in a huff. Completely ignored me by the way…”

Eddie winces, unaware Hen saw him storm out of their therapist’s office. “My bad,” he winces, scratching his neck, “I would’ve said ‘hi’ if I saw you.”

“I know,” she says, “I could tell you weren’t paying attention. You had this intense glare in your eye like you had before we showed up.”

“Is that what it is?” Chimney arches a brow, “Something your therapist said that rubbed you the wrong way? A breakthrough you weren’t ready to hear?”

Chimney throws darts blindly and lands one close to the bull’s-eye without thought. Eddie bristles at how closely his friend’s guesses were. Although there are a few facts he has wrong.

Like the breakthrough Chimney thinks Eddie wasn’t ready to hear? Not true. Eddie understood his newfound feelings for Buck almost immediately. Already experienced the blinding, gasping fear that came with the development. Scared how things might change, to be around Buck, and what would happen if his affection went unanswered. Especially since he couldn’t hide his heart as easily as he thought. Frank sniffed them out at their session after Eddie’s revelation.

“Why did you shut down just then?” he asked, leaning forward in his wheelchair, “When you were talking about Buck.”

“I didn’t shut down,” Eddie said, crossing his arms. “I finished with the story… not much else to talk about.” Frank chuckled, rubbing at his eye. “What’s so funny?”

“Usually when it comes to the topic of your… friend , Buck, I have trouble getting you to move off the topic.” Shifting, he brings his pen to the notepad and scribbles a few words. “Has there been another rough patch in your relationship?”

Eddie scowled. “I wouldn’t say that. We’re fine.”

“Fine?”

“ Dandy. ” If falling in love with your best friend and coworker could be boiled down to a word, it wouldn’t be that. But did Frank expect Eddie to tell him the truth?

He did. They spent half the session verbally sparring about Buck, Eddie drawing his line in the sand and making sure Frank wouldn’t wheel across it.

“I thought you didn’t like talking about Buck?” Eddie growled. Squeezed the arms of the chair in an effort to keep his cool. “Why are you making this such a big deal?”

“Because you’re making it one.” Frank lost any pretense of entertaining Eddie’s efforts then, laying into the other man. “You think I’m being annoying with this? Imagine what might happen after you leave this room. How are you going to react when your mood shifts when talking to friends or family - or Buck? When you spend time with Buck will you shut down like you did earlier? I assure you that will only draw more suspicion your way.”

Eddie sunk into his seat. “I can handle myself…”

“Or,” Frank continued, “why don’t you let me help you through whatever you’re working through in this safe space. Where, I promise, there is no judgement.”

He mulled it over for a minute, giving Frank the benefit of actually considering his offer. A scene played through his mind, Eddie in the same room with Buck. Neither doing anything important than existing next to each other. In the sequence Buck turned to him and grinned, little birthmark rising slightly and eyes squinting like he stared up at the sun.

Eddie hoped his cheeks didn’t burn like they were in his head, in that room with Buck.

“Okay,” he started, thumb brushing back and forth across his knee, “if you want the truth…” It spilled forth rapidly, Eddie accidentally twisting the knob on his faucet off and unable to stop it. Went over how, after Shannon, Eddie didn’t know if the hole in his chest would ever be filled. That the pain from losing her once hurt so long, and this time her exit was more permanent.

But, without his notice, someone grabbed a shovel and set to work. Slowly Buck stepped into a new role. Went above and beyond what a friend normally did. Especially given his own condition, dealing with the possibility that his career and life were forever over. At first Eddie thought Buck used his time with him and Christopher as a distraction. To numb the terror of not being able to return to the firehouse. Except the cast came off, and Buck stuck by their side. Became even bigger parts of their lives. Sometimes he picked up Christopher from friend’s houses when Eddie or Carla was busy. Or joined them in grocery shopping. Stayed late into the night, helping Christopher to bed and chatting with Eddie until it was one in the morning. No matter how hard Eddie begged, though, Buck would return to his apartment. Eddie watching him hop into his Uber and waiting until he received a text from Buck to go to sleep.

“God,” Eddie scrubbed his face, “I had it bad for him this whole time and I didn’t notice?”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” Frank comforted him, smiling, “When we go through trauma, it’s easy for things to fade into the background while you heal. Things change, around you and inside, that you might not notice for awhile because the immediate pain takes up all your attention.”

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed, “I spent so long being glad that I had Buck… I didn’t examine those feelings too closely because I was just happy that the pain from missing Shannon wasn’t there.”

“And when Buck abandoned you, as you mentioned in a previous session…” Eddie shifted in his seat at Frank’s choice of words. “How did you feel? Really feel? Looking back on it with the clarity you have now?”

“I… I don’t know,” Eddie said, “I guess it… pushed me over the edge. Two people I loved choosing to walk out on me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Felt like I was letting Christopher down because I couldn’t give him a stable home… was more like a hotel with one of those revolving doors. It made me mad. And I wanted to hurt people, because maybe then I wouldn’t be hurting inside... God,” he wiped his eyes, laughing, “Buck was right. He was part of the reason I had my… phase . If he found out… his ego was insufferable before.”

“Your confession is safe with me,” Frank told him, “I’m glad we could work through this in today’s time. If you held out a bit longer I was afraid we’d be cut off in the middle and it’d be forever to get you to where we’re ending today.”

“Thanks, Frank,” Eddie said, standing, “I… I needed this.”

He scheduled another session the following week, proactively dealing with his issues. While they covered many things in the hour there were still more to discuss. When his next appointment arrived Eddie wasted no time dumping the remaining worries at Frank’s feet. Like a man dangling off the edge of a skyscraper begging for someone to help him away from the edge.

Frank hauled him onto solid ground with sound logic. “If Buck is all that you say he is,” he explained, “than in the possibility where he didn’t return your feelings occurred, he wouldn’t call it quits like that. You need to have a little faith that things can turn out good.”

“It’s hard, though. When every time I have that faith it all goes sour on my end.”

“Well maybe this time things will turn out differently.”

Eddie took Frank’s advice, deciding that the next moment alone with Buck he would hand him his heart and pray he kept it.

However he could never be alone with Buck.

In the following weeks, any chance where they were the only two in the room was spoiled by a third party joining almost immediately. From fellow firefighters to random strangers. Christopher, when Eddie tried sneaking out to meet Buck. Caught and forced to bring him along since he cannot say no to his son. While at the park, watching his son play, he thought about telling him there. But then Athena walked in, apparently on patrol. So desperate Eddie considered faking an emergency so he could claim the ambulance for him and Buck and confessing on the way.

Eddie was desperate.

Instead of risking a felony, Eddie went with an even riskier option.

“Buck,” he sidled up to his friend, swinging an arm over his shoulders, “You good to join me in the gym for a little one-on-one?” Not the safest place given how accessible their gym was in the open floor plan. If he timed the barbell lifts right, Eddie could give them some protection.

Buck deflated, stepping away from Eddie’s hug. “Sorry, Eddie… no can do.”

“What? Why?”

He frowned, tilting his head in confusion. “Really? You know why…” At Eddie’s silence, Buck continued. “Ever since the accident I… I can’t work out like I used to. I had to switch up how I do things and… find new ways.”

“Oh,” Eddie mirrored his expression, “How, uh… how have you been exercising then? Because - I mean - you’re still looking fit and everything and you had to keep up your strength when going through training of course…”

Buck smiled, ducking his gaze to hide a blush. The sight of flushed skin sent chills racing down Eddie’s spine. “Been doing some classes, got a personal trainer… who I really like. He’s - uh, he’s cool. Derek, I… it’s been different, but uh - uh new. In a good way.”

A good way. Said to the floor yet Eddie still bears the brunt of the blow. Repeatedly suffering with each mention of ‘Derek’. Especially since, after first finding out about him, he becomes a recurrence in his life.

“There’s this really cool trick Derek showed me that’ll cut cramp recovery in half the time.”

“Derek, he had this really funny story he was telling in the middle of our planks…”

“I didn’t think yoga was that effective, but after one class with Derek I can see why people do it.”

Derek. Derek. Derek. He took his place in Buck’s life as his exercise partner without him knowing. The longer he waits the better chance he has of graduating from ‘trainer’ to ‘boyfriend’.

But Derek keeps him at bay. The specter of him shadows every conversation they have. Eddie imagining telling Buck his feelings only to be shot down because some random guy swooped in and struck the scalding iron while Eddie didn’t even know the metal was hot. As more time passed, Eddie sparingly saw his friend.

“It could be nothing,” Frank said. Eddie ignored him, pacing the room. “If you talked to him -”

“I mean it’s perfect,” Eddie spiraled, “being a trainer means that he can get close without there being any questions. Touch Buck’s muscles or - or press his chest to Buck’s back while showing him how to do a move or whatever.”

“If he does then that’s harassment, Eddie. Buck pays him to be his trainer and nothing more.”

“But it could be something,” Eddie turned to him, “The way he talks about Derek… there’s this stupid smile on his face that he gets when he has it bad for someone. Had it when he told me about Abby, when he was with Ally... “

“Did he ever have it when he was with you?” Eddie stayed firm in his silence, refusing to answer him. Frank continued, undeterred. “You’re jumping to conclusions without all the facts. If you talked to him -”

“It wouldn’t make a difference! He’s already gone on some other lucky jerk.”

“And is that so bad?”

He stiffened. “What do you mean? Of course it’s bad!”

“I don’t believe you think that,” Frank said, “To me, it sounds like you’re using this Derek as an excuse to back out of confessing your feelings to Buck. You’re afraid Buck might say no. Having Derek there is the perfect option because if he’s in Buck’s life than you don’t have to tell him.”

Eddie imploded. Glared at Frank, biting down every bit of bile he wanted to spew at his therapist. Swallowed it all and stormed from the room before he did something he regretted. Carried that dark cloud with him from the parking lot to Buck’s apartment where they surprised him with another party. Celebrating him being off blood thinners and hopefully not have it end like last time.

“What happens in therapy stays in therapy,” Eddie mumbles, pushing off the wall, “now if you’ll excuse me.” He escapes them, squeezing through the sewing needle loop between Hen and Chimney.

They follow, matching his hurried pace. Trying to carry the conversation even though Eddie keeps dropping it.

Luckily he sees a distraction by the mirror. Christopher stares at himself, smiling. Eddie walks over and crouches down next to him. “Hey, buddie, what are you looking at?”

“Denny said I had a piece of spinach stuck in my teeth,” Christopher says, “but I… can’t see it.”

Eddie studies his son’s teeth, aware of the figures standing behind him. “I don’t see it either.”

“Denny probably did that so he could cheat,” Hen sighs, “boy is the sorest of losers.”

“You should get back to your game, then, before you end up in last place.” Eddie squeezes Christopher’s shoulders, resigned to losing his shield against the circling vultures. He reaches forward and places a hand on the mirror’s frame, using it to steady his ascent.

At full height, Eddie notices his reflection fading somewhat. Suddenly a figure pops up, smiling and sweating, frozen in mid stretch.

“Whoa, whoa, hey,” Buck rushes over, smile twitching with nerves, “what, uh… what’s everybody doing?”

Chimney jerks his thumb at the scene. “Wondering why there’s a man trapped in your mirror?”

“There is?” Buck feigns surprise, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. “I don’t - I don’t know how he got there?”

“What? Of course you do, Buck,” Maddie says, joining the conversation, “I helped you set him up and everything.”

“Maddie -”

“Maddie,” Chimney cuts Buck off, “you know what’s going on?”

She nods, pointing to the man in the mirror with her cup. “Being Buck’s sister I was the only one who was forced to listen to him complain about how he was going to lose everything he worked so hard for. Just because he couldn’t work out like he used to because of the accident. One day while listening to him go on and on about it this ad popped up for mirrors that double as personal trainers.” A string snaps in Eddie’s mind, the sound echoing madly. He looks over to Buck, the other man watching his feet while his ears burn. “Anyway I said I would personally buy this mirror for him if it would get him to shut up. He agreed, but only if he liked it. Day after it arrived Buck wasn’t complaining anymore. Best paycheck I ever spent…”

“Wait,” Hen glances between Maddie and the mirror, “so this is a personal trainer?”

“Yeah,” Maddie leans over to tap the glass, despite Buck’s attempts to stop her. The screen shifts and an array of faces smile at them. Derek’s larger than the rest, head enlarged and name clearly labeled below it.

There he was. Derek .

“You can pick from a whole array of trainers depending on what classes you want. It’s really interesting, and Buck seems to like it.”

“Maddie -”

“I figured you all knew about it since he’s replaced complaining with praising his trainer Derek,” she chuckles, elbowing her brother. “Little teacher’s pet.”

“ Maddie .”

Their small crowd thins after that. Christopher returns to his game, and Chimney leads Maddie towards the kitchen to steal some more food. Eddie stares at Derek, a mixture of confusion and relief churning in his stomach.

Hen sidles up to him. “You wanna know something?”

“What?”

“That Derek guy kind of looks like you.”

Eddie whips around in shock, ready to fire a denial. She dips before he can pull the trigger, safe by her wife’s side. Loaded and nowhere to go, Eddie looks at Derek. Sees how, in a certain light, they could be reflections of each other. However Derek’s hair is much longer than his, pulled tight in a bun, And there’s a mole under his nose that draws the eye to it without trying.

Derek disappears, the mirror returning to normal. It’s his face gazing back at him now, Eddie’s a few inches to his side.

“So,” he says, “you’ve met Derek.”

“Yeah. I did.” Eddie turns to him, “Why didn’t you tell me he was in your mirror? I’ve been here how many times, used this mirror, and it had a double life?”

“I… I guess I was embarrassed,” Buck tells him, wringing his hands, “of…”

He guesses, “Of him being in a mirror.”

“Well, that,” Buck says, eyes bouncing around the room, unable to meet Eddie’s stare, “and, because…” His words dissolve into dust.

Eddie understands. Finally sees what he needs. An emotion reflected in his own eyes, not distorted by doubt or fear.

“Y’know,” he starts, running a hand across the mirror’s surface, “this is pretty cool.”

“...It is.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, smiling at Buck’s face in the mirror, “think you could invite me over the next time you use this?”

Buck frowns, “Why? You already got a good routine going.”

“I’ve been in the mood to shake things up,” Eddie tells him, “and besides… I missed working out with you.”

“You did?” Mood shifting rapidly, Eddie swoons at the dizzying grin lighting up Buck’s face.

“Of course…” Eddie’s hand runs across Buck’s reflection, petting his chest, “there’s a lot of time I have to make up for. We can start with exercise and… go from there.”

Buck nods enthusiastically. “I’d like that.”

The party goes on without them, both men are lost in their own world. Eddie feels the darkness that ate at his heart fade, replaced by the warm embrace of understanding. In lieu of talking Eddie prepares for his exercise date. Stretches the words in his mind so they’ll be ready for the day. Imagines how it will go. And, when successful, Eddie kisses Buck. Derek long gone from the mirror. Only them captured inside it.

#9 1 1 fox #buddie #buddie fic #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Christopher Diaz #chimeny han #hen wilson #maddie buckley #buck x eddie #buck/eddie

[oldguybones]

ooh could you do the “try and stay quiet for me” for ot7 please

I may have gotten carried away with this. So enjoy almost 3K of OT7 Smut. 

Sleeping in the same bed with six other people came with its fair share of challenges. Obviously it was a tight squeeze, even with two queens pushed together (thankfully Ben and Eddie were big cuddlers so they took less space). But then, different sleeping habits came into play, both in regards to bedtime and just in general.

For example, Bev ran hot so she almost always slept without a blanket. Richie moved around in his sleep a lot and sometimes Stan would sleep walk so they tended to pop him in the middle, especially since he was usually one of the first in bed, alongside Mike who would occasionally talk in his sleep, always mumbled nonsense, never anything creepy, or “fun” as Richie put it.

They weren’t newly committed so they knew these things about each other and after a few years together, they’d learned to live with them. Twice before, Eddie had even woken someone up by grinding against their leg. Out of the seven of them, he tended to have the most frequent naughty dreams and considering how much he loved to cuddle, it only made sense for him to react like that.

The first time it happened, Bill had woken up almost immediately, being an extremely light sleeper. He didn’t interrupt him and eventually, Eddie resumed sleeping peacefully, though still cuddled against Bill’s side. The second time it happened to Mike; it took him a short while to wake up from it, but once he did, he gently shook Eddie to wake him up too.

It’d been a while since the last time it happened, when Richie woke in the early hours of the morning to Eddie’s body pressed against his side, lower half grinding against his leg. He could feel Eddie’s warm breath tickling his neck and hear his soft whimpers in his ear. Richie found it impossible not to immediately react to it, the way his body naturally did.

“Eds…” he whispered, moving his arm to wrap around Eddie and rest a hand on his side. He didn’t do anything to stop the movements of his hips, letting him continue to grind against his leg. Eddie omitted a broken whimper in response. “Eddie, baby,” he said with a breathy chuckle.

Eddie moaned softly as he stirred beside Richie, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. “Rich? What’s going on?”

Richie turned his head and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “You were, uh, kinda humping my leg a little.”

“Oh god, not again,” Eddie groaned, burying his face in Richie’s neck. His cheeks were already flushing red with embarrassment.

“It was cute,” Richie assured him playfully, his hand inching down Eddie’s side towards his groin. He coaxed Eddie to lift his head, just enough so he can capture his lips in a leisurely kiss. “Do you want some help with that?” he asked against Eddie’s lips. “Now that you’re awake we could have some real fun.”

Eddie chuckled, pressing himself further against Richie’s side and engaging him in a deeper, longer kiss. His hand rested on Richie’s lower stomach while his fingers teased the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, he let his hand slip inside them and cup Richie’s half hard erection.

“Oh fuck Eddie,” Richie groaned, surprised by the sudden wave of pleasure crashing down on him. It only increased, as did his sounds, when Eddie’s hand wrapped around him and began to stroke him to full hardness.

“Try and stay quiet for me,” Eddie murmured, continuing his actions as he trailed his kisses down Richie’s jaw to his neck. “Or else you’re gonna wake everyone up.”

From behind Eddie, Bill turned on his side to press his body against him, an arm draped across his hip. “Too late for that,” he murmured, kissing the freckles splattered across Eddie’s shoulders.

“Mmhmm,” Mike hummed sleepily from behind Bill, “But what a way to wake up.”

A smirk spread over Bill’s face as he leaned back to press a kiss to Mike’s lips. “Can you grab the lube for me, Mikey?”

Mike let out a groan of approval, catching a glimpse of Eddie settling onto his stomach with his mouth near Richie’s now exposed cock. By the time he rolled back over to hand Bill the lube, Eddie had already taken the head into his mouth. Richie’s hand rested on Eddie’s hand, head thrown back against the pillow as he groaned.

Two more sounds of pleasure hit the air, one muffled coming from Eddie as Bill’s slick fingers rub between his cheeks and one from Bill as Mike’s hands spread his cheeks and his tongue flicks over his hole.

“Oh wow,” Bev whispered in awe, sitting up on her elbow to watch the whole scene. “Y’all are having some fun over here, aren’t you?”

Bill offered a quiet chuckle, biting into his lip as he eased his index finger into Eddie. “Eddie was humping Richie’s leg in his sleep,” he informed her, relishing the soft moan from Eddie. Richie seemed to enjoy it as well, turning his head to glance over at Bev with a half-lidded look of bliss. She giggled at the sight, leaning over a still sleeping Stan to kiss Richie eagerly.

“You should join us,” Richie whispered against her lips, before taking advantage of her parted lips to slide his tongue against hers.

“That can definitely be arranged,” she broke apart to reply, briefly brushing her fingers through Eddie’s blonde locks in approval as he began to bob his head over Richie’s length.

“Better, ah, fuck,” Bill choked out, a shudder running through him as Mike’s tongue circled around his hole. He pushed his hips back, resulting in a deep moan from the man beneath him. Peeking over his shoulder, he noticed Mike had one hand wrapped around his length and was stroking it lazily. He licked his lips, the sight eliciting a hum of enjoyment as he attempted to regain his thought. “You better wake up,” his words were interrupted by a sudden moan ripping from his throat, “Stan and Ben.”

“No need,” Ben murmured, his hand skimming up Bev’s side to cup her breast, his thumb brushing repeatedly over her nipple. She breathed out a small gasp against Richie’s mouth as he reached over to mimic Ben’s actions to her other breast. Bev held onto both of their hands, keeping them on her while she moved to straddle Stan’s lap. Finally, as Bev’s entire weight rested on him, Stan woke up, his eyes fluttering open to stare up at her.

“Hi beautiful,” he said with a fond smile, his fingers skimming up slowly up her thighs. “What’re you up to?”

“We’re just having some fun,” she answered, slowly rocking her hips down against Stan’s. “Care to join us?” She stares down at him, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes as she purposefully drags her hips against the bulge quickly growing beneath her. “Feels like you want to.”

“Oh I definitely do,” Stan nodded eagerly, gripping her hips to encourage their movement. He took a quick glance to his right, being met with the sight of Mike working Bill open as he slowly slid into Eddie in front of him. Eddie’s lips were still wrapped around Richie’s cock, though now his pace was much slower and more deliberate; the hand not wrapped around the base of Richie’s shaft was settled between his legs, two fingers knuckle deep inside of him.

“You’re a heavy sleeper Stan,” Ben chuckled, leaning over to give a quick kiss before settling on his knees. He pushed Stan’s legs up until his feet were planted on the bed, pressing his crotch harder against Bev’s as he reached over and grabbed the lube from where it rested beside Eddie.

“Apparently,” Stan murmured, rolling his eyes playfully at himself. “Better make up for lost time,” he joked, reaching down to slip his hand between Bev’s thighs and rubbing her over her panties.

She moaned at the touch, grinding down against his fingers. “Feels good.”

Ben smiled at the beautiful sounds and sights surrounding him from all his partners. He pressed a hand between Bev’s shoulders and guided her to briefly lean forward so he could strip Stan of his briefs. He then coated his fingers with lube, settling between Stan’s legs and rubbing his fingers between his cheeks.

Bev’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she straightened back up, grabbing Stan’s wrist and guiding his fingers to her clit. “Oh, Stan,” she whimpered, “Right there.”

“Fuck Bev, you’re so sexy,” Richie groaned, pinching her nipple between his thumb and index finger. His other hand remained tangled in Eddie’s hair as he continued to suck him off, forced forward by the motion of Bill moving against him. His own movements were driven by the powerful thrust of Mike’s hips as he fucked into him, his hand reaching around Bill to grab Eddie’s cheek.

Mike snapped his hips forward, smirking proudly at the chain reaction it caused. He kept one hand on Bill’s hip and one on Eddie’s, using his strong grips to influence the rhythm between the three of them. Both Bill and Eddie moaned loudly, as did Richie when a rough thrust caused Eddie to suddenly deepthroat him, gagging around his length.

His groan was muffled by Stan’s lips moving against his own; a moment later, it was the other way around, Richie swallowing Stan’s moan as Bev reached between her legs to curl her fingers around Stan, holding him still as she sunk down onto him. Ben pressed a kiss to Bev’s shoulder, moving to line the head of his cock up to Stan’s hole and sink in with a soft groan.

Stan cried out in pleasure, pressing his forehead against Richie’s, his warm breath ghosting over Richie’s lips. “How’s that feel, Stanny?”

“Amazing,” he whispered, licking his lips and leaning in to kiss Richie desperately. He returned it with the same amount of enthusiasm and blindly reached down towards Bev’s legs. With a soft giggle, she took his hand and guided it where she presumed he wanted it; the sound faded quickly into a moan as his deft fingers began rubbing circles over her clit.

With each thrust Ben made into Stan, it caused Stan’s hips to buck up slightly against hers, pushing his cock even deeper into her. She gasped in pleasure, planting both of her hands on Stan’s chest.

“Why Ms. Marsh, you’re looking awfully close there,” Richie drawled, looking up at her with a teasing smirk.

In response, Bev barked out a laugh, shaking her head. “I think Eddie’s closer than I am,” she pointed out, noticing how Eddie seemed to be eagerly rutting against the bed.

“Awww, baby, you need a little more to getcha there?” Richie asked, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair and tugging until his attention flickered away from his length and up towards his face. Eddie nodded in response, still idly mouthing at Richie’s cock. “Well get on up there and ride me,” he replied, winking smoothly down at him.

Eddie moaned in response, reaching over to grab the lube and thoroughly coating Richie’s dick with it. He eased himself off of Bill’s dick and straddled Richie’s lap, sinking down onto him. The action was accompanied by a long, satisfied moan and within moments, he was bouncing on Richie’s lap. He had one hand wrapped around his length, doing his best to match his own speed; his other hand rested on top of Stan’s which was rubbing gently over his thigh.

“C'mere Denbrough,” Richie called, reaching his hand out until Bill got the hint and scooted close enough to him that he could wrap his hand around his impressive length. Now that there was just the two of them, Mike could pound freely into him, which brought out the sexiest sounds of pleasure from the both of them. “How’s our boy feel, Mikey?”

“Incredible,” Mike answered in a groan, his hips never once faltering from their strong, consistent rhythm. It was hard to tell who was going to succumb to their release first. “Looks like you’re doing pretty good,” Mike chuckled.

Between both of his arms stretched out to assist his other partners and Eddie riding him like there was no tomorrow, Richie looked like he was in heaven. “Yeah, I’m doing alright,” he joked, barely even able to get it out before an uncontrollable cry of absolute bliss forced itself from his mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” Eddie whimpered quietly, working himself with a frantic desperation as he grew closer and closer to the edge, slamming his hips down against Richie’s. For a moment, all eyes seemed to focus on Eddie. Six pair of eyes absolutely enthralled by their partner coming undone. The sensation of Eddie coming on his chest was almost enough to push him over himself, but he needed a few more shallow thrusts before his own release hit.

His ministrations on Bill and Bev faltered at the peak of his release, momentarily focusing more on his own pleasure versus theirs. But the second he came down from his high, he picked back up his rhythm, stroking Bill’s cock and rubbing Bev’s clit. The fact he could do both simultaneously was impressive to say the least and he knew just the amount of pressure to apply at the exact right speed.

Still seated in Richie’s lap, Eddie leaned over to pull Mike into a sloppy kiss as he relentlessly snapped forward into Bill, who (combined with Richie jerking him off) was probably the loudest out of all of them at the particular moment. No one could blame him; Mike was giving it to him good and it was obvious he was chasing his orgasm. Sure enough, a few thrusts later, he buried himself deep inside Bill and stilled, coming inside him with a soft groan against his neck.

“Oh my God,” Bev whispered in awe, though it quickly morphed into continuous whines as she quickly approached her orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted lightly, grinding her hips down against Stan’s and further down against Richie’s skillful fingers. It only took a few moments over for a powerful shudder to run through her body, fingers tightly wrapping around Richie’s wrist as he worked her through her release.

Eddie grabbed Stan’s chin and turned his head to bring him in for a deep kiss. His slide his tongue past Stan’s parted lips and slowly against his tongue, earning an appreciative moan from Bev. The sound increased as she began grinding her hips forward once again; she could sense how close Stan’s orgasm was and wanted to help him get there, despite knowing Ben to be perfectly capable of getting him there.

The slow roll of Ben’s hips drove Stan (and any of them on any given day) wild. What he lacked in speed, he more than made up for in depth and precision; Ben’s thrusts were deep and purposeful, ramming against Stan’s prostate repeatedly. When Stan came, he moaned against Eddie’s lips and grabbed onto Bev’s hip to slow her movements as he spilled inside her.

Bev smiled fondly as she watched him, stroking her thumb over where her hand rested on his chest. She leaned down to kiss him after Eddie pulled away and sat back up, pressing a soft kiss to Ben’s shoulder. He returned Ben’s smile and leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips, his fingers playing with the hair at the base of Ben’s neck.

“You gonna come, Ben?” he asked, his voice low with a mix of satisfaction and continued arousal as he watched Ben fuck into Stan, who relaxed back on the bed, looking completely blissed out with Bev still settled on his lap. Ben let out a quiet groan when Eddie started to kiss along his jawline, whispering dirty words in his ear and moving to kiss his neck.

“Damn, Eddie, you got a dirty mouth,” Bev laughed, her own cheeks flushing slightly to match the shade of Ben’s.

“Ben likes it,” Eddie stated, though it was a fairly known fact among them. Even more so as Ben’s pace sped up just slightly, biting his lip to hold back a grunt as his hips sputtered forward one last time before coming inside of Stan.

Their attention collectively shifted to the other side of the bed where Bill knelt, his hands gripping the headboard to support his weight. Richie’s hand still stroked over his length while Mike had pulled out and replaced his soft cock with his fingers instead. They pounded into his used hole, angled just the right away to hit his prostate with each pump. Between the two of them, they brought Bill to his release, continuing their motions to work him through it.

The moments following were silent, save for the soft pants of breaths coming from most of them and the sound of gentle kisses exchanged.

“Wow…” Eddie murmured in amazement, still coming down from his high as he rested in between Richie and Stan.

They all hummed in agreement.

“And all because Eddie humped my leg a little in his sleep,” Richie joked, wearing a teasing, yet affectionate smile.

Eddie’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he playfully pushed at Richie’s arm.

“Shower and then breakfast?” Mike suggested a minute later and was met with a course of enthusiastic approval.

“And then round 2!”

#OT7 #My Work #Prompt Filled

[sarah-snook]

Make It Up To You

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Summary: 

Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.

He has him pinned against their bedroom door, hands slowly moving from their position on the door and finding their way into Eddie‘s soft, wavy hair, pulling down gently and forcing him to look up into his eyes. Eddie’s grip on his shirt tightens as his soft brown eyes lock onto his, a small gasp escaping his lips at the sensation the gentle tug stirs within him. Richie smirks at this, breaking eye contact to lean down and whisper into his ear. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone all day baby.”

Eddie shivers in response, the feeling of Richie’s hot breath, and the predatory tone of his voice, adding to his already growing desire. He knows he needs to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a shaky and needy “Richie”. He loosens the grip his right hand has on Richie’s shirt and places it on the back of his boyfriends head, fingers tangling into black locks as he guides him away from his ear and to his neck, a silent plea he knows Richie will understand.

“What, no kiss hello? Straight to the action huh? Eds you horn dog!” He teases as he playfully nudges at his neck with his nose, giving his neck a quick peck before pulling away completely.

“Way to kill the mood idiot,” Eddie groans as he pushes him away. He makes his way to their bed and lets himself fall back, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he closes his eyes in frustration. He feels the bed dip next to him as Richie lays down to snuggle up against his side, but makes no effort to move.

“Rough day at work Eds?” Richie asks gently as he attempts to soothingly run his hand up and down Eddie’s chest, which only makes the other man groan in annoyance and reach out to grab it and hold it still. Eddie turns his head to face Richie, a tired look on his face that definitely wasn’t there before, and stares back at him as he slowly raises one eyebrow. Richie knows that look. It’s the ‘ don’t ask stupid questions Richie ’ look. “Right, stupid question. 12 hour shift today.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he turns his body toward Richie, placing his leg over his boyfriends hip, pushing down until he had him on his back and he was lying half on top of him, head on his chest. “Not only did I have to suffer through an exhausting 12 hour shift,” He sighs as he closes his eyes, letting the thumping of Richie’s heartbeat soothe him. “But then I come home to my boyfriend, who seems like he’s more than willing and ready to put out, which by the way would have made me forget about my shitty day, only to ruin it by killing the mood.” He can feel the way Richie’s heartbeat picks up as he looks up at him. “What a fucking tease.”

Before he knows it, Eddie finds himself on his back, arms held over his head and Richie hovering on top of him. “Oh baby, you’re about to find out just how much of a tease I can be.” He smirks at the way Eddie reacts, enjoying the way his eyes go wide as he cautiously takes in the man on top of him. He leans down to kiss him, pulling back the minute Eddie attempts to deepen it. He kisses the side of his jaw instead, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he slowly makes his way down to his neck. He takes a moment to breathe in Eddie’s scent —a combination of his favorite cologne, sweat from an exhausting shift full of running around, and the slight smell of disinfectant and baby powder from the NICU— before he opens his mouth to begin slowly teasing his neck with his tongue.

“Richie,” Eddie’s voice is trembling slightly as he tries to form the words he wants to say. “Please, I need you.” He tries to free his arms from Richie’s grasp, making the other man tighten his grip. Richie quickly stops his slow ministrations on Eddie’s neck and moves up to rest his forehead on the man below him, lips hovering mere centimeters from his.

“Only good boys get rewards,” He whispers to the man below him. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

All Eddie can do is whimper as he lightly nods his head in agreement. How did Richie have so much power over him? One moment, he’s acting like a puppy, bending to every one of Eddie’s whims and eager to please, and the next he’s acting like Eddie’s the dog, needing to be punished for acting out. He isn’t sure exactly when he allowed Richie to take this much control in the bedroom, but he definitely loved this rough side of him.

“Good. Take off your shirt,” he commands, finally releasing him from the tight hold he had on his arms. He leans back, allowing Eddie to sit up and watched as he hastily pulled off his shirt. He bit his lip as his eyes trailed up the newly exposed skin, thinking how lucky he was to have all of thatto himself.

Unable to help himself any longer, he swiftly presses his lips to Eddie’s as he gently pushed him back down on the bed. He slides his tongue over his bottom lip, relishing the taste of Eddie’s strawberry chapstick. Eddie slowly reaches up, trembling hands wrapping around his neck, as he allows Richie to deepen the kiss. It starts off slowly, Richie enjoying the way little whines escape Eddie’s mouth as he slowly teased him with his mouth. He could feel Eddie’s arousal graze his thigh, the material of the scrubs doing nothing to hide it, and he groaned, deepening the kiss with more enthusiasm.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard baby,” he broke the kiss, leaning down to pepper kisses on his chest as he spoke. “that’ll give you something to be exhausted about.” He gently kissed his left nipple, darting his tongue out to taste it as Eddie moaned at his words, hands moving to rest on the back of his tangle of curls.

“Yes, please I-I want you,” he choked out, pushing Richie’s head down slightly as he grazed his nipple with his teeth. “I need you fuck !” Eddie could already feel how uncomfortably hard he was as he waited in anticipation for Richie to stop torturing him. God he loved the feel of his mouth all over him, but the man knew how to drag it out to the point of making him want to cry. As he felt Richie finally reach down to palm at his erection, he let out a needy moan. Richie only smiled as he continued his attack on his chest, trailing wet kisses to give attention to his other nipple.  

When he felt Eddie begin to gently buck up against him, he paused, looking up into his boyfriend’s pleading eyes. Sighing, he relented, unable to resist the look he was giving him. He was being so good for him, he deserved a little reward, especially since he was nowhere near done teasing him. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of Eddie’s scrubs and briefs, slowly dragging them down and allowing Eddie to hastily kick them off the rest of the way.

“Ohh someone’s a little eager.” he singsonged teasingly, enjoying the blush creeping up Eddie’s face.

“Less talking, more fucking you jerk!”

‘ Oh now that won’t do. ’ He gripped Eddie’s thigh tightly, delighting in the way it made him yelp and grab at the bedsheets. “I’m sorry, I thought I told you only good boys get rewards.”

Eddie closed his eyes, nodding his head again as a weak “I’m sorry” escaped his mouth.

Richie only smirked at this, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips as he squeezed his thigh more gently, letting him know that his insolence was forgiven, for now. Moving has hand up Eddie’s thigh and between his legs, he took him in his hand, slowly stroking him.

Eddie moaned at the sensation of Richie’s warm hand finally touching him the way he wanted, needed. He reached down and tugged timidly at Richie’s hair, afraid of angering his boyfriend for being impatient, but needing to feel his slightly chapped lips on his again. Richie looked up from where he had begun to leave light kisses on his stomach, making eye contact with those soft brown eyes that always had a way of making him go weak.

As he continued the languid strokes on his leaking cock, he complied with Eddie’s unspoken request, attaching his lips once again to Eddie’s own soft, strawberry flavored lips. With still shaking hands, Eddie lifted his hands to Richie’s face, cupping his cheeks and deepening the kiss. Richie knew he was letting him get away with too much, but he was being so ‘ cute cute cute’ that he couldn’t help but let him get a little bold, let him think that he had some semblance of control left between them.

As they continued to kiss, he felt Eddie attempt to quicken the pace of Richie’s hand on him by bucking his hips up repeatedly. Without breaking their kiss, he stopped his hand, gently squeezing his cock in warning. All Eddie could do was whimper as he begrudgingly stopped his attempts at moving Richie along, wanting nothing more than to have him do more than just stroke and kiss him all night.

Richie revelled in the beautiful sounds escaping Eddie’s mouth as he began his languid strokes once again. His mouth breaking apart from Eddie’s to let the sounds escape into the otherwise quiet room. He tugged at his bottom lip gently before sucking greedily and letting go just as quickly, remembering that he had yet to leave his mark on his boyfriend's pretty neck.

Shaking his head back forth, nose lightly swiping against the other man’s as he did so, he silently motioned for Eddie to release his face so he could move to make his attack on his neck. Eddie immediately obeyed, moving to wrap his hands around Richie as he made his way down to his neck once again. He began with soft kisses on his pulse point before continuing down and gently nipping at his soft skin. As Eddie moved to give him better access, he began to suck, alternating between darting his tongue out to soothe the area and continuing to leave his mark.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut at his ministrations, whimpers turning into moans as he let himself get lost in the torturous pleasure. He could feel the way the precum was slowly leaking from his cock, gasping when Richie swiped at the tip, effectively using it to ease the glide of his hand on his cock as he began to quicken his pace.

“Fuck yes, faster please ,” he begged the man on top of him. He could feel that devilish smile against his neck as he slowed down for a couple seconds before picking up the pace against. ‘That fucker.’

“Baby, you gotta be patient,” he cooed. “Good things come to those who wait.” Richie slightly increased the pressure of his hand on Eddie’s erection as he once again teased him by slowing down, soaking up the cries of frustration coming from Eddie’s pretty mouth.

“Chee please ,” He felt tears beginning to pool in his eyes as he begged his boyfriend to give him the release he desperately needed. “Need to cum please!” He took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm himself down, to will his body to just hold on , but all that came out as he exhaled were shaky breaths filled with need that he couldn’t express.

Richie peeked up from his place at Eddie’s neck to look at his face as he continued his ruthless teasing, excited at the prospect of watching him come undone. There was nothing he loved more than watching Eddie crying as he begged for release. ‘Well, ok that’s a lie. I love seeing him happy more than anything, but this , this right here is what I fucking live for.’ He bit his lip, suppressing a smile as he watched a stray tear escape, slowly making its way down the side of Eddie’s face.

Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now. Even before they started having sex, way before they were even together, Eddie never had a problem telling Richie to fuck off when his teasing became too much, sometimes bordering on bullying. ‘Was that when I realized I enjoyed making him cry?’ No, Richie knew the exact moment when he realized he loved seeing Eddie Kaspbrak cry, and it so happened to be the day they first met, all the way back in first fucking grade.

It was Bill Denbrough’s birthday that day, and like all typical loving parents do, his mom had brought cupcakes for the whole class to share during recess. After belting out an annoyingly loud rendition of happy birthday in his honor, they all scrambled to claim a cupcake for themselves and just as quickly dispersed into their usual little cliques to enjoy their treat.

“Hey Stanny,” he nudged his best friend playfully as they walked next to each other, hastily making their way to their favorite spot —the merry-go-round— in hopes of claiming it before anybody else could. “How much do you want to bet I could fit this whole cupcake in my mouth?”

“Don’t be a dummy Richie!” He fixed the curly-haired boy with a look of annoyance and tone to match. “It’s not everyday your mommy lets you have sweets like this. Enjoy the moment!”

Richie stepped in front of his friend, leaning back as he laughed out loud at his friends comment as he began to turn around again to keep walking. “Come on Staniel, live a little don’t act like such a—oops!” There, in front of him, face smeared with icing, stood Eddie Kaspbrak, looking down at the ground, lip quivering.

Richie followed his gaze and looked down to see a cupcake on the ground and quickly looked backed up only to lock eyes with a now teary-eyed Eddie. “Y-you made me dropped my cupcake you jerk!” He’s sniffling now, chest heaving as he tries to stop himself from outright wailing and Richie’s heart suddenly begins to beat faster. He reaches up to grab his shirt, feeling a little scared at the weird feeling in his chest.

Richie is speechless as he stares wide-eyed at the boy in front of him, too young to understand how seeing this cute boy in this state is making him feel. Eyes drift away from him to acknowledge the boy coming up next to him as he places a gentle hand on the crying boys back.

“I-it’s ok Eddie,” Bill softly says, attempting to ease his distraught friend. “Y-you cuh-can have mine.”

“No Bill!” Eddie all but screeches now. “It’s your birthday, I can’t take your cupcake that’s against the rules of friendship!”

Richie shakes his head, making himself snap out of the trance he was put under by this adorable boy in front of him. At his comment, he finds himself smiling, moving forward to pinch his cheek gently as he chants, “Cute cute cute!”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows in annoyance, maybe even confusion, as he pushes his hand away from his face. “Quit it. And I’m not cute!”

Unphased, Richie pushes an equally confused Bill out of the way, his arm going around Eddie’s shoulders, claiming the spot previously occupied by the other boy. “Here I’ll make it up to you, take mine!” He smiles sweetly at Eddie as he shoves the cupcake at him.

Eddie looks from the cupcake to Richie, eyebrows still furrowed and unsure. His cheeks are red and tear-stained, but he’s no longer crying. “Why is it squished on the sides?”

Richie looks at the cupcake in his hand and laughs, noticing that it is in fact squished from the way Richie gripped it tightly to prevent it from falling when he bumped into Eddie. “Don’t worry, it’s just ugly but it’ll still taste good!”

Eddie squints his eyes at this, but slowly, a smile begins to take form and he’s suddenly giggling and Richie’s heart is beating faster again. He grins at the boy, leading him towards the merry-go-round he was making his way to and sits him down next to him. Stan and Bill follow, sitting down on either side of them. “Here, take it. I eat this like every day at home, so it’s not a big deal ok?” A lie. Stan knows this, he knows this. But it’s a lie he’s willing to commit to—one he knows Stan won’t rat him out on— if it will keep a smile on this boys face.

Eddie hesitates before deciding to take it, smiling at Richie as he does so. “Thanks. Hey, what’s your name anyway?” He asks as he splits the ‘ugly’ cupcake in half, measuring to see which is bigger before offering the smaller half to Richie.

Richie takes it gratefully, shoving it completely in his mouth before answering, “‘m Richie, your new best friend!” He smiles brightly at Eddie, mouth still full, as both Bill and Stan snap in offense at him at his comment.

Eddie wrinkles his nose at the way the other boy talks with his mouth full, but despite his gross behavior, he enjoys how entertaining he is. “Hmm well, I’m Eddie and Bill here is my best friend,” He points at the boy next to him as he continues to speak, “but I guess we can be friends too.”

So here he is, seventeen fucking years later, and gone were the innocent days of his youth, were Richie could convince himself that the reason his heart was beating faster was because he was having a heart attack. ‘It’s not normal Richie you need to go to the nurse!’ He could hear seven year old Eddie sob as he pushed him towards the nurses office every time he mentioned his heart was beating too fast. And that was the problem to begin with right there, Eddie crying.

He’s broken out of his thoughts as he hears a sob escape Eddie’s mouth, and like a totally normal boyfriend, his heart rate picks up and he gets impossibly harder. He stops the languid movement of his hand and lifts his head to take a good look at him. Eddie’s eyes are still closed, but the tears still find a way to free themselves from his eyes.

“Shhh hey baby, look at me,” he coos at Eddie as he lets go of him completely to hover over him again. Gently, he cups his cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away some of the tears spilling out of his eyes. Eddie slowly begins to open his eyes as his shaking hands move to grab onto Richie’s wrists.

“Please,” he begs, another sob escaping from his perfect lips. “Chee please just fuck me. I need you now!”

His heart lurches, a mix of arousal and anguish at the sight before him. “I suppose I’ve teased you long enough,” he hums as he pretends to think it over. “I think it’s time to reward you for being such a good boy for me.”

He breaks away from Eddie’s grasp, chuckling at the way he whines at the loss of Richie on top of him. He digs through the nightstand, making a triumphant noise when he grabs a hold of the bottle of lube and a condom. Quickly, he makes his way back to Eddie, tossing the needed supplies next to him on the bed. He slips between his legs, nudging the inside of his thighs with his knees to make him spread his legs wider.

Eddie quickly obeys, bending his legs at the knees slightly to better position himself as he does so. He watches in anticipation as Richie takes the lube and coats his fingers in the liquid, only slightly annoyed when he begins to laugh and play with it. He knows that if he rolls his eyes, Richie would probably punish him for it, but also, it’s just so Richie that he can’t help but adore his ill-timed antics.

Sensing his desperation, Richie quickly returns to the task at hand. He nudges a finger against Eddie’s entrance, tracing small, teasing circles before slowly pushing his way in. Eddie’s breath hitches at the intrusion, a wave of pleasure washing over him as Richie begins to move in and out. “More,” he demands, need evident in the tone of his voice.

Richie pauses, as if deciding whether or not to berate him for his outburst, before yielding to his demand. Pulling out most of the way, he adds another finger as he pushes back in, keeping up the leisurely pace. He continues this way, taking in Eddie’s flushed face and the way he’s biting his lip, no doubt to stop himself from saying something that would make Richie want to continue teasing him even more.

He begins to quicken his pace, going deeper and adding a third finger. As he pumps into Eddie, he leans over to pepper soft kisses on his stomach, chest, anywhere his mouth can reach. Eddie moans loudly at the combined sensation of Richie’s lips leaving searing kisses on his skin and the feeling of his fingers going deeper, brushing against his prostate. He can feel the way his legs are beginning to shake and he knows he won’t be able to last much longer if he doesn’t get Richie inside of him right now . He reaches for the condom next to him with his shaky hand and nudges it against the hand Richie’s using to brace himself against the bed.

Richie’s eyes narrow at this, and he looks up from where he’s busying himself with kissing Eddie. He once again takes in the absolutely wrecked look on Eddie’s face—watery eyes, threatening to spill more tears, quivering lip, silently begging him for more, and those cheeks, tinted a beautiful shade of red that he swears is his favorite color—and this time can’t help but let out a groan at the beautiful sight before him.

Hastily, he detaches himself from his boyfriends shaking body, quickly taking off his shirt and throwing it behind him on the floor of their bedroom. Eddie’s already working on tearing open the condom packet as he moves to slide his sweatpants off. Once he’s positioned back between Eddie’s legs, he takes the open condom from his hand, leaning back to roll it on his hard, leaking cock. He laughs as Eddie hands him the bottle of lube, eager to quickly move Richie along. Pouring some of the liquid on his palm, he tosses the bottle to the side and begins to stroke himself, smirking at the way Eddie eyes him hungrily as he does so.

“You ready baby?” It’s another stupid question, he knows, Eddie’s been ready since he first had him pinned against the bedroom wall, despite his claim that Richie had ‘killed the mood’ . However, all Eddie could do was eagerly nod as Richie hooks his hands under his thighs, pulling him further up against his own to give him better access.

He wraps the base of his cock with his hand, positioning himself against Eddie’s entrance. He keeps his eyes on Eddie’s face as he slowly nudges against his warmth, delighting in the way he squirms underneath him as little choked sobs of frustration and soft pleas fall from his lips, begging him to take him.

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he shouldn’t, that he should just wait for Richie to slowly push himself inside him, but he was getting desperate, needy. When he could feel the head of Richie’s cock finally penetrating him, he quickly wrapped his legs around Richie, heels digging into his bottom, pushing the man completely inside of him in one jarring motion.

“ Fuck Eddie,” he hissed, gripping tightly at Eddie’s hips as he’s overwhelmed at the sudden tightness enveloping him. Eddie can only whimper in response, eyes shut tight as his body tenses up at the sudden sharp pain. Tears silently leak from the corner of his eyes as Richie leans forward to kiss them away, careful not to move too much and hurt Eddie. They stay like that, Richie softly kissing Eddie’s face, as he gradually begins to relax and the pain shifts to pleasure.

When he feels Eddie’s tense muscles relax, he gives one final kiss to the corner of his left eye before moving to claim his lips as he begins to move inside of him. Eddie lets out a small gasp, and Richie uses this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss as he slowly pulls most of the way out and pushes back in just as slowly. He continues this leisurely pace, claiming the gasps and moans escaping Eddie’s lips.

“Baby you feel so good,” he moans as he releases Eddie’s lips, head tilting back as he begins to thrust faster, getting lost in the feeling of Eddie around him. “So good, so tight for me.” Eddie rolled his hips forward as he continued to slam harder and harder into him, hands moving to tightly grasp at Eddie’s thighs.

“Rich touch me, please!” Eddie begs, brown, lidded eyes boring into him with so much desire, need. Richie’s hips falter a little at the sight, at the sound of his utterly wrecked voice, thrusts seizing for only a second before he quickly regains his composure. He can live with Eddie finding out he gets off on watching him cry, but he would absolutely never live it down if he were to find out that the only thing he loves more than seeing Eddie cry, is giving Eddie what he wants when he begs so sweetly. That look is utterly dangerous, and letting him use it against him knowingly would be the end of Richie.

He continues thrusting harder, deeper into Eddie as he moves his right hand to take hold of Eddie’s throbbing cock, slowly jacking him off. Eddie arches his back in pleasure as he finally gets everything he’s been waiting for, Richie inside him, around him. His hands come up around Richie’s neck to pull him into a fervent kiss as he gasps out his name between deep thrusts that make contact against his prostate.

“Chee I’m close,” he cries, break the kiss as he feels the familiar warmth pooling within him as Richie’s hand quickens its pace on him. Eddie holds on to him tightly, hands grasping at his shoulders, a final moan falling from his lips as he finally comes, cum spilling out between them as Richie continues to fuck deeper into him, chasing his own release.

He allows himself a moment to watch Richie as he regulates his breathing, loving the look of pure pleasure on his face. ‘Yeah, that’s right. I fucking did that.’ Any other thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sharp, hard thrusts signaling Richie’s rapidly nearing release. Eddie arches his back, moaning his name as Richie gives one last thrust before finally reaching his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Is all Richie can manage to cry out, eyes squeezing shut as he feels Eddie tightening around him, heels once again pushing him deep inside, keeping him there as he spills into the condom. He takes a minute to bask in the pulsating warmth around his sensitive cock before gripping the base and slowly pulling out of Eddie, eliciting a moan as the motion sends a shock of pleasure up his spine.

He leaves Eddie on the bed as he gets up to remove the condom. Tying it, he carelessly tosses it into the trash as he makes his way into the bathroom, going immediately to the cabinet where they keep their towels. He turns on the faucet to dampen one of them and wipes his stomach to rid himself of the sticky cum Eddie released between them. After tossing the used towel in their laundry hamper, he washes his hands, knowing it would probably be the first thing Eddie would ask him if he did. ‘Nevermind the sticky, dirty sex we just had. Oh no, God forbid I forget to wash my hands right after putting my hands all over your dick and ass.’

He puts another towel under the water for Eddie and makes his way back into their bedroom, preparing to defend himself, only to find that the other man had fallen asleep. He made quite a sight—still flushed cheeks, long eyelashes and face sticky with drying tears, and cum splayed all over his stomach—as he lightly snored, a content look on his otherwise tear-stained face. He was a fucking wet dream and he was Richie’s. He smiled dopily at his boyfriend before walking over to sit next to his sleeping form. Gently, trying his best not to wake him, he wiped the cum off of his stomach and threw the towel on the floor. He’ll worry about that tomorrow, he had a spaghetti man to cuddle.

Carefully laying next to him, he slipped a hand over his stomach and threw a blanket over them. He looked at the clock on their bedside, noting that it was a little past midnight. “Oh well,” he signed as he laid back to rest his head next to his boyfriend’s. “I’ll just give it to him tomorrow then.” With that, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

===

Richie sat at their kitchen table, sipping on coffee as he waited for Eddie to finally wake up. He was almost tempted to go and wake him up himself, but he knew that after his rough day at work yesterday, and their activities—‘ wink ’—after, that he wouldn’t be waking up early today. Still, Richie Tozier wakes up early for no man, except Eddie Kaspbrak, so he’s maybe a little bit cranky.

He’s startled from his thoughts of ‘fuck it, I’ll just go wake the little demon up.’ when his phone begins to ring. He looks down to see a picture of Bill pop up and he rolls his eyes, moving to answer the call, placing it on speaker and letting his head drop onto the table.

“Really Bill?”

“Oh h-hey Richie, I’m d-doing swell. Thank yu-you for asking.”

“Hey, you’re the one that called me! You should be asking me how I’m doing.”

“Whu-whatever. I’m ju-just calling so you could wish me a hu-happy birthday.”

“Does it even mean anything if you’re the one that calls so I can do that?”

Bill laughs at this, unphased by the biting words. He knows Richie doesn’t mean to hurt his feelings any way.

“I ju-just figured since you’re g-gonna be busy guh-getting busy with Eddie today that I should just go ahead a-and call you myself.”

“Oh Billy boy, we already did that last night.” He pauses to grin at the way Bill pretends to gag into the phone. “But I do plan to continue today so good thinking on your part.”

“Oh Richie, nuh-never change,” he sighs into the phone. “But seriously, have fu-fun with Eddie today.”

“Thanks, happy birthdayyyy! Have fun with Stan use protection I love you byeeee!” he singsongs before hanging up on him.

He sighs, lifting his head to cross his arms on the table and rest on top of them. He closes, intent on just sleeping here until Eddie wakes up when he feels a warm body press up against his back and arms slowly wrap around him. He smiles, basking in the feeling of warmth before gracing Eddie with a “Morning baby cakes!”

Eddie wrinkles his nose at the pet name, squeezing Richie a little before letting go to allow the other man to face him. “Ugh please, I’m begging you, don’t call me that ever again.”

“I think it’s cute though, just like you,” he cooed as he booped Eddie on the nose, eliciting another annoyed groaned from him.

“If I said that the only gift that would make me happy today would be for you stop calling me dumb nicknames,” he pauses to fix Richie with a serious look, “Would you do it?”

“No can do Eddie Spaghetti,” he says without hesitation. “I already bought your gift and it’s nonrefundable!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but lets it go, curious now as to what Richie could have gotten for him. “Wait, please don’t tell me you got me a puppy.” He panics a little, as he begins to think that that actually would be a very Richie thing to do. “I’m not ready to be a father!”

At this, Richie bursts out laughing, slapping the table. “Baby no, I’m not going to make you a daddy yet.” He smirks at Eddie as he watches him cringe at the word.

“Ok, I’m just going to stop this conversation right there.” his tone is harsh, but the smile on his face betrays how funny he found that comment. Instead, he moves to take Richie’s hands, lightly pecking his cheek. “Happy anniversary by the way.”

Richies pulls him onto his lap, Eddie yelping in surprise as he goes down. He hugs him tightly, burying his face Eddies neck. “I love you so much!”

“I can’t believe we’ve been together for ten years!”

“I can’t believe we’ve been fucking all day on Bill’s birthday for ten years!”

“Chee!” Eddie hisses at him. “Don’t be gross! Besides, I didn’t let your dirty hands anywhere near me for a long time.”

Richie hums at this, kissing Eddie’s neck. “I didn’t hear you complaining about these dirty hands last night baby.” Eddie rolls his eyes, ready to respond, but Richie stops him, pulling them both up onto their feet. “Sit down and close your eyes Eds, I wanna give you your gift!”

“Right now?” questions Eddie, but sits down anyway, closing his eyes. “But we’re all gross right now and I want to give you yours later!”

Richie doesn’t respond to this as he makes his way to the fridge, searching for the part one of his special anniversary gift for Eddie. Finding the container, he places it on the kitchen counter, opening it to reveal a cupcake, identical to the one Eddie and he shared the day they first met. He smiles to himself as he gently takes it out of the container, walking back to his obedient boyfriend.

“Keep your eyes closed, and don’t open them until I tell you you can, ok?” he commands as he places the cupcake on the table next to Eddie. He kneels in front of him, placing his head in his lap, nudging his knee as a signal to respond.

“Ok but,” he laughs, carding his hands through Richie’s hair, “are you about to give me a blow job?”

Richie chokes out a laugh but doesn’t respond. Instead, he just stays there, with his head in his boyfriend’s lap as he finds the best way to express his feelings to him. He lets out a shaky breath, heart beating faster the longer he waits. ‘Here goes nothing, I’m about to pour my heart out to this beautiful idiot.’

“Do you remember the day we first met in first grade and—don’t answer that I know you do, it was the best day of your life!” he laughs as he feels Eddie about to interrupt him. “Anyway, it was Bill’s birthday and we all had cupcakes and I, being the clumsy idiot you know and love, bumped into the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. That boy looked like he was seconds away from exploding with rage, but he still looked so goddamn adorable anyway.” He paused to look up at Eddie, making sure he still had his eyes closed, only to see a beautiful smile gracing his lips.

“I’m honestly left a little speechless and so here I am, a crying boy in front of me and I don’t know what to do. So like a fucking liar, I tell you that I eat cupcakes at home all the time and give you mine.” He laughs along with Eddie, as he mutters ‘I always knew you were a fucking liar’ to himself. Nervously, he continues, “I just wanted to give you a little background story on your gift. You can open your eyes now, it’s on the table.”

He opens one eye, peeking down at Richie before opening them completely and looking to the table. His eyes go wide, a small gasp escaping his lips before a smile takes over. “Richie, that’s so cute!” He moves to hold the cupcake gingerly in his hands. “It looks exactly like the cupcake we shared that day!”

Richie smiles up at Eddie as he leans down, accepting the quick kiss given to him. Eddie turns his attention back to the cupcake, beginning to split it in half. “What are you doing baby?”

Eddie stops, giving Richie a look. “Splitting it in half, I want to share it with you like we did when we were little.” He continues on, unaware that Richie is silently cheering at how well his plan is going so far.

“Wait what?” He pauses as something in the cupcake catches his eye. He looks at Richie suspiciously, but he stares back at him innocently. He digs in, pulling out a shiny silver band and he suddenly feels like his heart stopped. He goes to look back at Richie again and suddenly he’s on one knee, not two and it’s all just honestly a little unbelievable.

“Will you marry me Eddie Kaspbrak?” his voice is a little shaky from nerves, but there’s a smile on his face as he reaches for his hand.

Eddie’s speechless, mind trying to process what the fuck just happened. Before he could stop himself, he chokes out, “I’m still only giving you the smaller half!”

Richie pauses for just a second before bursting out into laughter, no longer nervous. “I ask you to marry me and all you have to say is that you’re not sharing your cupcake with me?”

“I’m sorry, I panicked!” Eddie’s cheeks go red, but he’s laughing right along with him now. “I thought I was just getting a cute little story about how we met and a cupcake to go along with it and then you turn around and propose in the cutest fucking way.” He’s starting to sniffle now, emotions catching up to him.

“So...is that a yes?”

“God, you’re such an idiot!” he’s full on crying now as he reaches up to wipe the tears away with the sleeve of one of Richie’s sweaters that he threw on. “Yes! God, I know you get off on seeing me cry but did you really have to go and do it when you propose?”

Richie freezes at that, racking his brain for a quick response. “Eds, honey, we both know you would have cried no matter how I ended up proposing to you.” He takes the ring from him, then, wiping off the remnants of cupcake on it. He holds out his hand, a silent request for Eddie to place his hand on top. As he slips the ring onto his finger, he says, “Now I’ve got a whole lifetime to make it up to you baby.”

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie fic #dianawritesfic #my first smut fic omg #fluff #plz be gentle #i'm sensitive

[asteraegis]

another jacob frye x edward kenway smut

i am genuinely sorry jacob

tags are: bound wrists, fucked into submission, fisting, fingering, vengeance!, choking, m/m, blowjob, i probably wrote the word fuck seven hundred times lol, there’s a cockring, its a shorter one of mine (2900 words)

The back of Jacob Frye’s head hit the wall with a hard clunk, his wrists pinned above him by a fuming Edward Kenway. Jacob’s busted open bottom lip stung when he cracked a smile at Edward, whose nose was bruised, bleeding, and flared while he glared into Jake’s eyes. They both were breathing heavily with bleeding knuckles and pounding heartbeats as they had to run from the newest mess Jacob stirred up, but he still found the energy to snicker at Edward.

“Goddammit, mate, you’re laughing?” Edward snapped, tightening his grip on Jacob’s wrists. “You could’ve gotten me killed, you fucking cunt!”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Oh, so it’s my fault I didn’t know they’d want to beat the shit outta you too, Eddie?”

“Yes! It is!” he yelled at the blasé brunette, ignoring the crooked grin he had spread on his face. “I was just in there for a drink, mate! You didn’t have to involve me in your quarrel!”

“Ed, you’re always starting barfights for no good reason, what’s one more to you, or must you personalize all your beatings?”

Edward groaned out of irritation and lack of a proper comeback since, much like the fist from earlier, Jacob’s banter landed right on the nose. Of all people to complain to Jacob about causing a bar fight, the former pirate wasn’t one to talk, often starting them even when he’s still sober. At this point, pubs he’s a regular in consider him to be a ticking time bomb and most patrons give Edward his space. But the shit Jacob pulled today? Uncalled for. He could’ve at least waited for Kenway to sit down before he loudly announced that Edward was a friend of his to the men he was in the middle of pissing off.

Edward let go of Jacob, turning around and shaking his head at the sky, his hands moving onto his hips. He sighed, defeated for the moment, then wiped the blood dripping into his mouth on his sleeve. “My nose better not heal even more crooked than it was before, Jacob.”

Jacob laughed, licking the sore on his lip. “Like that’s even possible.”

 -

The unkempt duo strode back to the hideout they had been stationed at, Jacob forcing Edward to let him put his arm around his neck as they walked. Once they reached their destination, Edward broke free to go assess the damages done to his schnoz in the bathroom while Jacob tossed his hat and coat haphazardly onto a pile of vital documents, sending a few scriptures gliding to the floor. He then dumped his boots by the front door and picked Edward’s kicked off sandals out of the hallway.

Frye stepped into the doorway of the bathroom, watching Edward, who sat on the toilet lid, a damp hand towel pressed to his face. “So. You broke?”

Edward glanced up at him then rolled his eyes. “Not this time.”

“That’s good to hear. Now move, I gotta piss,” he said, unzipping his pants.

“There’s a privy upstairs, you know,” Edward grumbled into the towel as he sat on the rim of the bathtub now.

Jacob ignored his comment, instead directing the conversation away from peeing and back to their new injuries. “If it makes you feel any better, Eddie, my lip’s real tender, too.”

“Good.”

“I think you should kiss it to make it better.”

“I think you should kiss my ass.”

“Well, if you’re offering—"

Edward smacked the blood-stained towel against the back of Jacob’s head as he hastily left the room, muttering some obscure Welsh insult at Jake before stomping up the stairs, slamming a door shut at the top. Jacob chuckled to himself, pleased with how Kenway reacted to his reply. He flushed, zipped his pants up, and put the lid down gently, heading with quieter steps up to go bother his blonde friend some more.

Jacob creeped over to the door labeled with the surname ‘Kenway’ and pressed his ear to it. From behind the wood slate he could hear shuffling and soft thumps, presumably the sound of clothes dropping to the floor as Edward undressed. He slowly turned the doorknob, so Edward wouldn’t hear him.

“Locked,” he muttered under his breath.

Jake leaned over, using a couple of his picks to break in, then listened to the door again. Not hearing anything, he assumed Edward had moved into his bed and opened the door. The door creaked open, but instead of being in bed, he was standing directly in front of the doorway, arms crossed, wearing boxer briefs and one of Thatch’s old tank tops.

“What the hell are you doing, Jake?”

Edward glowered at Jacob, who rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “Well, I, uh, I was just… um… checking… on you. To make, uh, sure you were all right.”

“How fucking stupid do you think I am, mate?” he said, his brows and frown heavy on his face.

“Depends on if you can guess why I came up here,” Jacob shrugged, keeping his eyeline steady with Edward as to not appear intimidated.

Edward eyed him sharply. “You’re here because you have nothing better to do and figured annoying me would help you pass the time.”

“What? No! Not at all!” Jacob’s lie was given unconvincingly but Edward let him ramble on. “I came up here because I am genuinely sorry, Eddie. I want to make sure you’re okay and not in too much pain, and to see if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you that would help you forgive me.”

There was silence between them before Edward let go a half-hearted laugh. “You’re so full of shite, mate.”

He left Jacob in the doorway, him continuing to try defending his intentions and insisting that he really was just there to see how Edward was doing. Edward flopped over into bed on his stomach, his face resting in the pillows, listening to the Englishman blabber on and on. He rolled over onto his back and sat up against the wall, Jacob now passionately pacing about the room, enveloped by the plot he had given his fib. Edward finished off a half empty water bottle that was left over in his bed from last night, then tossed the empty bottle at Jacob, hitting him square in the forehead.

“What the hell, man?” he frowned, rubbing his temple.

“Get over here, dumbass,” Edward ordered, patting the bed.

Frye’s eyes lit up, quickly sliding into the spot his friend had motioned toward. He leaned back in the sheets, resting his head in his arms and shining a satisfied grin. Edward scooted closer to him, propping himself up over him with his right arm and stroking Jacob’s cheek with the left. His thumb reached over and rubbed the small cut on Jake’s lip.

“So, is your mouth broke?” Edward asked, moving his thumb away.

Jacob smirked. “Why, you need it?”

He shrugged, dropping down to his elbow so their faces would be closer. “Yes, actually.”

Jacob chuckled. “Maybe we can work something out.”

They leaned in more, kissing each other. Jacob pulled Edward over him, caressing the small of his back. They kept their faces pressed together, though Edward’s hand trailed away to his nightstand. The drawer open, he took out rope and a bottle of lubricant and placed them on the bed. Edward smiled against Jacob’s lips then pulled back.

Sitting over Jacob’s groin, Edward’s hands clutched Jake’s button-down, slowly unclasping each button while his icy eyes ensnared Jacob’s naive gaze. “I think we should do things a little differently tonight, mate.”

“Oh?”

Edward guided Jacob’s hands out to above him and tied them to the bedframe, Jacob watching him secure the knot. Kenway took off his shirt and pitched it onto his dresser, then pulled off his trousers. He undid Jacob’s pants then tugged them off with his boxers, leaving Jake naked and tied down on Edward’s bed, the only article of clothing being his shirt, which was left open to expose his chest. Edward straddled Jacob’s rib cage between his thighs, a curious wonder in Jake’s eyes when he looked up at him.

“Since it was your loud mouth that got us into that mess earlier, mate, I think it’s only right it pays me back for the damages,” Edward cooed, propping a pillow behind Jacob’s head.

Before Jacob could try to talk himself out of being the one giving instead of his usual receiving, Edward pushed himself over Jacob, sliding his cock into Jacob’s mouth, his right hand clutching the headboard while his left squirted lube onto his fingertips and he began fingering himself over Jake. Jacob gagged on Edward, who laughed at him for choking as he thrusted in and out. His trussed wrists writhed about, unsure if he was itching to shove Kenway off or rub himself dry. Regardless, he was pinned between Edward’s pelvis and the pillow so he found himself still not needing to do much aside from lay back and take whatever the blonde fed him. Edward, on the other hand, stroked his hips at a moderate pace back and forth, shivering when he felt Jacob moan against his member. He continued his light thrusting until he felt that his fingers had done their job, wiping the excess lubricant onto the bedsheets and pulling out of Jacob’s mouth.

“Hm, not bad, though you could’ve shown a bit of an interest in blowing me,” Edward huffed, moving back over Jacob’s groin and slipping down over his dick.

“Damn, if I knew there’d be a critique maybe I’d have given a shit, Ed,” Jacob replied sarcastically.

Edward bucked his hips slowly in a round motion, his right hand wrapping around Jake’s throat. Jacob’s legs shifted, adjusting himself so he could grind his cock in further, forcing a rougher pace against Edward’s slower one. He groaned, pleased with himself for still being able to push the privateer around even after being tied up. Edward bit his lip to stifle a yelp, unhappy that Jacob was making him take it his way instead of letting him be in control for once. Where was this liveliness when you were sucking my dick, Edward thought, compressing his grip on Jacob’s esophagus so he couldn’t breathe, hoping it would get him to ease up a little. He did, a little, but not enough to satisfy Edward. He kept slamming himself against Kenway, unaware of his friend reaching for his nightstand again, his hubris still fogging his mind. Edward pulled from his drawer a cockring, pulling himself off of Jacob, much to the brunette’s dismay.

“What the hell, Eddie, I was almost—” Jacob groused before Edward grabbed his neck in frustration, choking him.

“Yeah, I know you were about to come, that’s the problem,” Edward griped, shoving at his throat. “You only have one pace and it’s too fast for anyone else to get off to.”

“And your point?” Jake coughed out.

“I’m sick of it. I think it’s time you learned from your past mistakes,” he said, releasing him from his fist and clicking the cockring onto the base of Jacob’s dick.

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the contraption around his shaft. “When did you get that?”

“I bought it after the third time we fucked,” he said, squirting more lube out of the bottle onto his fingers. “I noticed a pattern forming.”

Jacob grumbled, rolling his eyes. “And you couldn’t just ask me to slow d—ah! What the fuck are you doing?”

Edward had slid the moist fingers into Jacob, grinning fiendishly at his shocked expression. “Like I said, I was gonna teach you a lesson,” He slipped in a third finger, rubbing inside of Jacob. “And damn, you’re tight, mate.”

Jacob tilted his head back, clenching his jaws together while Edward fingered him, gasping when his fingers curled upwards. His legs kicked about, his mind wanting to reject the new feeling despite being unable to deny how good it felt to him, making his eyes roll back in his head and his back arch away from the mattress. Edward grinned smugly, glad to see Jacob’s need to be in a dominant position taken away, leaving him wrapped around his finger. He slid in his last digit, stretching them apart to both further ready Jacob and to make him moan.

Edward slid his hand in up to his wrist, Jacob unable to keep himself from crying out as Edward pulled back out, massaging his soft skin with his thumb. “I guess you’re ready now, huh?” Jacob braced himself as Edward pulled Jacob’s backend onto his lap and pushed himself in gradually. He continued this soft pace for a few more strokes, watching Jacob’s eyes, seeing that he was getting used to the feeling. “Now isn’t this nice, Jacob?”

He waited for him to nod. Frye did so, but his shame in agreeing made him unable to actually look at Edward.

“Too bad you never let me have this, even when I ask for you to go slower, you filthy fucking animal,” Edward hissed at him, pulling himself nearly all the way out of Jacob then slamming back into him, Jacob yelping with Edward’s full cock inside him.

Edward continued thrusting into Jacob, mimicking the exact move Frye had pulled at the start. Jacob swallowed, nearly biting another wound into his lip trying to keep himself from being noisy, though eventually giving up for the sake of not ripping a hole in himself and letting his voice go. This made Edward laugh in a gruff voice.

“You’re always mocking me for being vocal, do you see why I’m so loud, mate?” he growled, grasping Jacob’s hips in such a manner he would eventually leave bruises there when he moved his hands away. “Do you?”

“Y-yes! Yes, I do! Pl-please, Edward, slow down!” Jacob panted, tugging at the ropes.

“Why should I?” Edward put his right hand down over the side of Jacob’s head, pressing him deeper into the pillow, not letting up on his pacing. “Not once did you ever slow down for me, you fucking hypocrite.”

Jacob’s nails dug into his palms, his lower back aching from the rigorous motion. “God-goddammit, Ed! I’m not… used to this!”

Edward looked down at Jacob’s erection, precum dripping out of him. He groaned and slowed his pace again to a more moderate speed. “There, there, you’ll get used to it someday,” he mocked softly. “Being a bottom must be so hard, especially when your top—” Edward picked up his speed again, making Jacob whimper stridently, his hand pushing him down harder, “—doesn’t listen to a fucking cue you give!”

Frye’s neck began to become nearly as sore as his back, being shoved against the bed like that. He wrapped his legs around Edward’s hips, crying out from under his hand for Edward to let him up.

All he got in return was a nasty laugh, Edward leaning in so Jacob could feel his hot breath on his skin. He moved his hand away and replaced it with a forearm over Jake’s throat, holding up Edward’s weight. “Aw, am I hurting you, Jakey? Do you need your legs to hold me still right now so I don’t fuck you any harder?”

“Shit, Ed-Edward, I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry! Please, j-just ease up already!” Jacob choked out, pleading for any kind of mercy the corsair might give.

Edward smirked, pleased by Jacob’s submission, and finally let up, easing his strokes to a soft thrusting and moved his forearm onto the bedsheets. Jacob relaxed his legs and unclenched his fists, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Edward drooped his head lower against Jake’s shoulder, gently kissing at first then sucking at his skin, determined to leave hickeys all over his neck. He then bit Jacob below his jawline, his teeth digging into him, nearly puncturing him before going back to plain kissing. His lips trailed up toward Jacob’s mouth, the two Frenching each other as Edward’s white-knuckled hand moved from burying itself into Frye’s hip to the ring on Jacob’s cock. He unclasped it, and within a few seconds of gentle rubbing Jacob came into Edward’s palm. Kenway’s back arched shortly after, orgasming into Jacob. He pulled out then wiped his hand in a tissue afore undoing Frye’s restraints.

Edward dumped the lube bottle, ropes, and cockring back into his nightstand then turned to Jacob, who was still laying in the bed, panting. “You broke?”

Jacob forced a laugh. “Sure fucking feels like it, Ed.”

Edward grinned then shoved at Jacob. “Don’t worry, you can still be the big spoon tonight, I’m not gonna completely take away your dignity. Though, that being said, you probably should head to the bathroom now.”

“What? Why?”

Edward gazed at him in disbelief. “Have you never bottomed before? Never mind, just go do it, you’ll see why soon enough.”

 -

After Jacob came back from the bathroom, he pulled on his boxers then laid behind Edward. “I really hated that.”

“What? The bathroom thing or me fucking you like you fuck me?”

“The bathroom thing, I can see why you don’t like it when I come inside you without a condom on now,” Jacob was quiet for a moment. “Also… I will try to accommodate to your needs better in the future, Eddie.”

Edward smiled, snuggling back against Jacob’s chest. “Good.”

#edward #jacob #fryeway #assassins creed #i write #ac4 #acs #its 11:52am #im not even joking i could've made this so much worse #i actually for a minute considered adding a piss kink in as a joke #most of this is a joke though #i really just did this out of a release of stress #ive wanted to do a cryptid alexward one for a while but like i still dont understand fluff and also what #anyway have fun #and once again im so fucking sorry jacob #i wanted edward to top for once in his life

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I Do, But He Doesn't

Summary: Richie is the best man at his friend’s wedding but he knows that he has to stop it or else regret it for the rest of his life.

A/N: “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, so freaking cliché, I feel like I’m writing a romantic comedy, blah.

Word Count: 2345

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It really was a beautiful set up. The church was small, rather quaint compared to some of the others that they had considered. It had been decorated in a sea of blue and silver, the colors covering nearly every inch of the place. She had chosen daisies as her flowers, so the centerpieces and bouquets had been a mixture of tones of blue daises. The groomsmen were in traditional suites, their ties cobalt while the bridesmaids wore a floor length silver gown. It was as if plucked from a dream, a fluffy, happy, perfect dream that only a bride could come up with.

And Richie hated all of it.

He stood outside, sucking down his fourth cigarette in thirty minutes. His concentration was fleeting as he repeated his speech for the millionth time. Each words sounded like a load of shit coming from his mouth but he kept trying, each attempt worse than the last. An alarm sounded on his watch and he cursed, tossing his half smoked death stick to the ground before stomping on it with his dress shoes.

As he reentered the church the smell of daises wafted back to him, making him feel sick. He ignored the guests as they rolled in, greeting one another as if this wasn’t the worst day of the trashmouths life. Like he wasn’t dying inside. He neared his intended room, taking in a deep breath before entering, his heart nearly pounding right out of his chest.

“There you are!” An excited voice cooed, Richie couldn’t help but smirk as he turned towards his friend. “God, I thought I lost the best man for a second.” Eddie joked, taking three long strides until he was right in front of Richie. “I need you to do my tie. Ma will kill me if it isn’t done right.”

Richie gulped down the lump in his throat, nodding as his fumbled with the silk. He wasn’t sure how, but his shaky hands finished the task quickly before he lost his mind at their closeness. Eddie frowned, sending the trashmouths stomach to the floor. “You smell like an ash tray.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I should be the one that’s nervous not you. It’s my wedding.”

There was a painful rip in Richie’s chest at the statement, he could practically feel his emotions seeping through the open wound. “I know.” He managed to reply, rubbing the back of his neck. “About that-“

“Can you believe I’m getting married? And to a catholic girl? Pretty crazy right?”

Richie sighed, his stomach churning painfully. “Yeah. Crazy.”

“Thanks for being here. I know the others are groomsmen too, and Bev is a bridesmaid but I really needed you to help me get through this. I knew I could count on you.” He smiled up to Richie, making the trashmouths head spin. “You’re my best friend Rich.”

Richie tried to bite back to the tears but a few escaped, rolling down his cheeks. Eddie noticed immediately, rubbing his arm for support. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

He sniffled, trying to compose himself. “No. No it’s not you.” He choked, “It’s never you Eds.”

“Then what is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” Richie whimpered, whipping away the tears from his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry to do this to you right now, but there isn’t any way I could live with myself if I didn’t.” Eddie shook his head, confusion covering every inch of his perfect face. The trashmouth managed a chuckle, it was pathetic and weak but it was something that could ground him to the situation at hand. “Eddie, you can’t marry Myra.” 

“W-What?” The small man replied, taking a step back from his friend. “What are you talking about?”

“I know it sounds rude and it’s so fucking terrible for your best man to do this but you can’t marry her. She isn’t right for you.”

Eddies face turned red, his body shook in frustration as he hissed, “What the fuck Richie?”

Richie flinched, tears still blurring his vision. “I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” Eddie asked, raking his hands through his perfectly sculpted hair, ruining it forever. “You told me that you liked Myra.”

“I know.”

“You were there when I picked out the ring, when I asked her to marry me.”

“I know Eds.” Richie whispered, feeling his heart crack at the horrific memory. “I know all of that but you can’t marry her okay? You just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, shaking his head. “She’s a good girl and this is what people do right? So why shouldn’t I marry her?”

Richie clenched his fists, his nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms. Warm blood began to run down into the crevice of his fingers but he ignored it. “She isn’t right Eds. I’m telling you as your best friend, you aren’t supposed to marry her.”

“Then who am I supposed to marry Rich?”

“Me.”

The earth stood still, time became irrelevant as the two stared at each other, both shocked that the confession had come out. The simple word ate away the air around them, poisoning them with every second that passed. It was Eddie who spoke, so soft that if they weren’t the only ones there it would have been lost. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re supposed to marry me.” Richie managed to repeat. Eddie stood there, staring at him, his mouth gaped opened. Richie could feel his heart rip from his chest, practically presenting itself to the man before him. The look on the grooms face was unreadable, his eyes completely distant. “I-I love you Eddie. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you and fuck does my timing suck but you can’t marry her. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“Richie I-I” The smaller man paused, sighing heavily. His hands rubbed his face, obviously shaken by his friend’s words. Richie frowned, closing the gap between them. Slowly he lowered his face, lingering just above Eddie’s lips.

He expected the groom to shy away, to slap him and spew some profanity in his direction but he didn’t. Eddie just stood there, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at Richie. The trashmouth’s hands found his hips, pulling him closer. Eddie responded, sliding his hands behind Richie’s neck.

Richie kissed him, his chapped lips and lingering nicotine brushing against Eddie’s perfect porcelain mouth. There was a moan that stretched between them as the kiss deepened, both of them becoming hungry for the others touch. Richie’s hands moved without his permission, pushing the groom’s jacket from his shoulders and allowing to fall to the ground. Eddie reacted, shoving the trashmouth against the wall, practically ripping his jacket off. They fumbled with one another, their hands pulling at the clothing they wore. Eddie unbuckled Richie’s pants, speaking under his breath. “Fuck Richie.”

“I know.” Richie replied, allowing the smaller man to slide his hand down his overly tight dress slacks. He let out a ragged moan, feeling Eddie’s hand grip onto him. Richie pressed himself into him, nipping at the other mans exposed skin. It was like wildfire and Richie wasn’t sure if he could stop but he knew it was supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be them.

There was a knock at the door that halted their movements. “Eddie, you’ve got five minutes.” Mike’s voice spoke through the barrier. “Have you seen Richie? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Eddie ripped himself from Richie, stumbling as he walked towards the door. “No, I haven’t seen him. C-Check in the alley, he’s probably smoking.”

“Yeah okay.” Mike replied, “I will.”

“Okay.” Eddie replied, dismissing his groomsmen. He looked back to Richie, shaking his head. There was something that he had said but it was uncommendable. He leaned against the door, not bothering to adjust his clothes as he slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

Richie felt his heart sink. Slowly he approached the groom, kneeling down to his level. “Eddie.” He whispered, rubbing his knee gently.

“What am I going to do now?” He whispered, “I can’t face them after what we just did, what I just did. Fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry.” Richie choked, sighing as he kissed the other man’s knee. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen this way, I just want you to be happy.”

“I didn’t even know I was unhappy Rich. I never though this-we would happen and now? Now I’m completely lost.” He replied, undoing his messy tie before tossing it to the side. “I was supposed to get married today.”

“You were.” Richie replied, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah. You did.” Eddie retorted chuckling. “Way to crash a wedding Tozier.” The trashmouth smiled, leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on the groom’s lips. The smaller man sighed, leaning his head against Richie’s shoulder as he pulled away. “What now?”

Richie smiled, “I have an idea.”

Beverly bit her nails, darting her eyes around the drug store parking lot. Her weight shifted in her heels, pulling at her bridesmaids dress. She cursed the damn thing, pulling at it angrily. Ben appeared beside her, his suite hugging his now fit body perfectly. “Are they here yet?” He asked, removing the bags from the other car and placing them on the hood.

“No. I texted Bill and he said they were on their way.” She replied, pulling out a cigarette from her behind her ear and lighting it. “I just hope Mike can calm all those people down, you know how Eddie’s mom is.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just glad Richie texted us before Eddie sent that note, god can you imagine what it’s like there?” He asked, leaning against the car beside his wife.

“I can, I had to deal with that bridezilla for over a year. She’s just like Eddie’s mother.” Beverly hissed, taking in a long drag of her death stick. “There’s good news though.”

“What’s that?”

“Stan owes us twenty bucks. He said that Richie would stop the wedding at the altar, I said just before.” She smiled up at him, smoke trailing from her nostrils. Ben smirked back, kissing the tip of her nose fondly.

Bill’s car pulled up then and Beverly groaned. “Finally.” She hissed as the four men exited the vehicle. “What took so long?”

“I had to get your twenty.” Stan replied, handing his friend the bill. “Your good at these things, should I be worried?”

Beverly only smirked, biting her bottom lip and slipping the money into her bra. Eddie rounded the car and sneered, “I can’t believe you guys betted against my wedding.”

“We didn’t.” Bill corrected, “We b-bet on Richie ruining your wedding.”

“Well they do have a point Eds.” Richie joked, following close. “I did ruin your big day.”

Eddie pursed his lips, ignoring his friend’s laughter. “Yeah ha-ha, funny, except you guys aren’t the ones who have to face all those fucking people.”

“Hey don’t worry about that right now.” Beverly cooed, tossing him one of the bags. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. Cheer up.” She tossed Richie the other one, winking. The two pulled off their suites, changing into the clothes that had been shoved into the bag hastily.

“Do you think it’s wrong of me to go? I mean I did leave her at the altar.” Eddie asked, his stomach twisting painfully. He could only imagine what she was going through right now, what everyone was going through. Richie and he had ruined the wedding, jumping through the window and calling their friends for an immediate evacuation.

Ben shook his head, allowing Richie to steady himself by clutching onto his arm as he slid off his pants. “No, she was a horrible person. Total bitch.”

There was an accumulation of agreement between the group and Eddie’s face flustered. “What? Why in the hell didn’t any of you say anything? You all said she was okay!”

“Yeah well we planned on Richie growing a pair long before you got engaged.” Stan replied, accepting Eddie’s dress shirt as he handed it to him.

“Hey I have a very nice pair, thank you very much.” Richie replied, making a crude gesture through his jeans. The group rolled their eyes, practically groaning at the sight.

“I hope you keep that shit to yourself when you’re my best man.” Stan hissed.

Eddie laughed, pulling on the last of his garments. “You don’t want him as your best man. He was mine and now look.”

Stan cringed, “You’re right. Eddie you’re my new best man.”

“I don’t t-think so.” Bill interjected, “He’s mine. Your stuck with your original, no trading.” They bickered for a moments until Eddie and Richie were finished changing.

Beverly stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with happiness. “Here are your tickets.” She whispered, handing Eddie a small booklet. “Call us when you land okay?”

“Okay.” He replied, embracing her. She planted a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away. The others hugged the two briefly, each of them sharing their own words of encouragement. Ben handed them the keys to his car, lecturing them about safety and handling to which they nodded annoyingly.

Richie took the driver’s seat, awakening the engine. Eddie followed slowly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh. “You aren’t regretting this are you?” The trashmouth asked, looking over to the now ex-groom. “Because if you are we can just go back. I know I sprung this on you and Myra isn’t all that bad, I mean she is but if you do actually love her than you should be with her not me because-“

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie breathed. Slowly he interlaced their fingers, bringing Richie’s hand to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on top of his wrist. “You were right. I am supposed to be with you.”

Richie smiled, his heart swelling. “I love you Eds.”

“I love you too.”

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Training Night || ST. SMYTHE

Sebastian sat on a corner at the gym, his eyes focusing on some mails he was writing that had to be delivered, while at the center of the room there was Jesse and Eddie, his personal trainer, who had been given the other man a crash course on personal deffense. After witnessing a murder for the Smythe's rival family one couldn't be too careful about it. On that particular evening, he had just finished a couple of meetings, so he figured he would made a stop by the gym to see how the lessons were going, although there was an ulterior motiVe as well. There was something that had been bugging him ever since Jesse made that casual comment about him 'wanting to add some of the movements he had learned to his routine'. That bugged him. Jesse was a dancer, and an exotic one too. What kind of moves was he learning there that he could add to his act? And most importantly, why did he care so much what the other might learned? Truth was, it had been a while since Jesse had him highly consfused, and Sebastian struggled to keep the employer/employee line to become too blurry.

Jesse blinked when he had seen Sebastian enter the gym, he had a presence that couldn't be missed. He supposed that came when your father was the head of a notorious crime family. But still, he'd been having these sessions with Eddie for weeks now, and he hadn't seen him appear once. And yet, here he was today, seemingly not even watching them. It wasn't the quietest place for him to focus on what he was doing. Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Jesse's face and shook his head, muttering something about distractions and what not. "Again," he said, and Jesse sighed, complying and blocking another punch.

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Sebastian finally pressed Reply To All to the mails he was ressponding to on his phone, then he put it down and grabbed his coffee cup, which he had previously placed on the floor, and watched the two men practicing the basic moves of deffense. So tell me, Eddie? What do you think of your student? You think he has a shot out there?" A smirk curled his lips around the rim of his cup, and the trainer nodded and said something about Jesse being a good learner, and that he was mindful of everything he was teaching him. For whatever reason, that made the acid in his stomach to boil. "You don't say? Well, I suppose that's why you charge me the big bucks, now don't you?"

Jesse rolled his eyes at Sebastian's comment, but bit his tongue back to say anything. Truthfully, he'd learnt a lot from Eddie and he felt a lot more confident, if anything did happen. Whether whatever happened would have anything to do with Sebastian or not, but it just made him feel a lot safer, with what had happened at his old job as well. He didn't want to give his boss any ammunition to cancel his lessons, or at least he could try to keep them for a lot longer. Eddie nodded at Sebastian's comment though, "yes, because I am the best and you know it." He replied, "if you'd like to join, you're more than welcome to." Jesse stared. "Jesse is used to my fighting style, yours will give him a challenge."

Sebastian 's face lit up with the hugest grin when Eddie said that, and he put his coffee and phone down before he stood up. "You know what? That's an excellent idea, Eddie. Let's really see what he had learned." As he spoke, Sebastian took his shirt off, which left him with his white tank on, his well defined arms exposed and flexing as he did a couple of streches with them.

Jesse snapped his head to look at Sebastian when he agreed. The man had been somewhat distant which had been unusual, they'd actually been getting along. When Jesse first got the job here he tried to keep his head down, not draw much attention to himself because he didn't want any reason to have to go to another club. Some people had got the wrong opinion that he was quiet or shy. But when he realised Sebastian wasn't likely to fire him, he was a little more comfortable. But Sebastian had just suddenly gone somewhat cold and hadn't really spoken to him outside the context of work. "Uhh," he swallowed, looking at his boss' arms because how couldn't he? "Okay. But I've learnt a lot," he said to Sebastian, chancing a small smirk in his direction.

Sebastian did a couple more stretches above his head before turning to him. "We'll just see about that, won't we?" He too smirked at him, then Eddie told Jesse to walk around casually, that they would be stagin a common mugging first.

Jesse rolled his head on his neck and nodded. Sebastian had years of experience in knowing to defend himself in close combat, but that didn't mean Jesse wasn't going to try to not look like a complete fool. He kept his eye on Sebastian, walking casually around the room as Eddie had instructed.

Sebastian had never been on the attacking side of that situation, but on the opposite side, several times, but he knew how that would go. He allowed some distance between them before he begun to walk after him, then at one moment he grabbed him by the wrist, ready to turn him around.

Jesse knew the simulation was far from perfect, there was really no way to train against sudden attacks, because right now he was on alert. He knew Sebastian was going to do something. When he felt the hand on his wrist, he turned and tried to put into affect the blocking and defensive motion that Eddie had taught him.

Sebastian was aware that Jesse knew he was about to attack so that made it different from an actial situation, but in any case it would help in knowing just how much Jesse knew by now. When Sebastian saw the blocking motion from him he kept the hold on his hand but he also used his foot to swipe his legs and made him fall on the floor with Sebastian pressing his knee against Jesse's stomach as much as he could without hurting him.

Jesse groaned when his back thudded against the floor, Sebastian having quickly immobilised him. "Fuck," he thudded his head backwards, "sorry." He directed the last part at Eddie, feeling like he should have done better than that. "Don't be sorry, do it again. And better." It was only then he realised how close his boss was, and how he had to wait for him to move to be able to get up and try again.

Sebastian couldn't help the wide grin from coming to his face when he looked down at Jesse, who was now pinned on the floor, with his full body weight on him. It was the first time they were actually that close together, and there was a weird warm feeling on the pit of his stomach because of that, but he moved quickly when he realized Eddie wanted him to do it again. He stood up and offered Jesse his hand.

Jesse looked at Sebastian's hand suspiciously, but took it, accepting the help up and brushing himself off. "Harder this time, Sebastian." Jesse looked at Eddie and the man shrugged, telling him that it was just get harder each time he missed one. "Fine," he muttered. But then, again and again, Sebastian had him pinned to the floor. The man always seemed to predict his moves, was always one step ahead before even Jesse knew what he was going to do. He supposed that came from years of practice. The fourth time he had him, again, locked against the ground, was when his body... well. He was a gay man, with a very attractive boss who was in rather close proximity at the moment. He should have been surprised it took this long really. He just hoped Sebastian didn't notice. Picture something ugly, he thought to himself.

Sebastian took Jesse down everytime he grabbed him, but he did notice the man was getting more aware of how to react, which was okay, considering he was just starting. The last time it took Sebastian a bit longer to submit Jesse down, but when he finally did he pressed his arm against his neck, his leg now pressed between the man's and pushing up to keep him pinned down. It was obvious that he felt something poking his stomach and he looked down between them before he looked at Jesse. Usually, he would have said something like 'are you that happy to see me', but he didn't. His own blood was also rushing south dangerously quick, so he stood up and dusted his pants off before he turned to Eddie. "You're doing great, Eddie. He could use some more practice though." He went back to where his clothes were and pulled a handkrchief out of his shirt to wipe his face with it.

Jesse looked up at Sebastian, a little challenging, when he realised he must have felt him turned on. It wasn't like the close proximity could sheild him. He wasn't expecting the other man to act like he'd been burned though, and, quite honestly, it made him a little angry. He ran a gay club, and yet he reacted like that. Typical. He rolled over onto his stomach and shook his head, pushing himself up but still sort of covering his... problem. Though it was going away now, when he'd realised Sebastian was practically horrified by it. "Can we call it a day, Eddie? My pride is a little wounded." Eddie just raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself. "That should mean we keep going. Twenty pushups, warm downs and then you can go. Next time, we work on your blocking again." Jesse groaned, but started the pushups.

Sebastian grabbed his shirt and jacket and put them back again, then he patted Eddie's shoulder. "See you next week for my training too, Eddie. And I will see you tomorrow, St. James." He grabbed his things and left the gym in a hurry. He could really use a drink at that moment.

Jesse didn't look up at Sebastian as he muttered a "bye", not watching as he left the gym. He finished up his warm down and then left the gym himself, thanking Eddie. He showered in the small locker area, trying to consolidate his thoughts but when he came out and redressed. He thought about just heading home, but instead he made his way into the club, looking for Sebastian.

Sebastian grabbed a roastbeef sandwich on his way back to the pub. It was the one day of the week it didn't open, so there wasn't anyone around at that time, since the cleaning and fix ups had all been made in the morning. Only the permanent security guard was there. He headed up to his office and sat at his desk to eat his sandwich, while taking a glass of scotch from his own bar inside the office, all while mauling things over what had happened that day.

Jesse couldn't see anyone around when he walked in, the place eerily quiet. He'd only been here on his day off once or twice, early on working here, when he was getting familiar with the poles and the stage. When he couldn't see anyone, he checked with the security guard, asking if the boss was around because he needed to run something by him. He confirmed he had come in, so he headed up the stairs and knocked at Sebastian's door loudly, assuming he was in there, but didn't say who it was in case he would ignore him.

Sebastian was almost done with his sandwich when he heard the knocking on the door, and since the only two people in there were him and the security guard, he wiped his mouth and stood up to toss the trash away. "Come in, Nick" he called out, believing that's who it was at the door.

Jesse pushed the door open and shut it behind him, knowing Sebastian wasn't expecting to see him there, given he'd just invited Nick him. The instant he shut the door though he realised this could be a bad idea. He'd probably get fired. Ah, fuck it. "Before you say anything, don't. Did I do something to offend you? Or do you run this club and are secretly homophobic? You cannot blame me for getting g slightly turned on when in close proximity to someone attractive."

Sebastian had his back to the door, so he didn't see who had walked in at first, then he turned around. "St. James? Wha-" he was barely able to say, when the other man start with what he considered were plain accusations towards him. "Okay, let me stop you right there, before you say something you would regret. You are wrong on both counts. "You didn't do anything to offend me, and furthermore, I am gay, you idiot. What is it exactly that you want?"

Jesse crossed his arms and muttered, "I was done anyway. And..." He really hadn't thought this through. He didn't want anything, he had expected for Sebastian to just throw him out at that point. "Nothing. It's just. You arranged these training sessions for me and I'm really grateful. And... I don't know. Sorry. I sort of expected you to toss me out after I said my piece. Why did you act like you'd been burned or something then. You must have been in situations like that before."

Sebastian leaned back against the desk and shrugged. "Yeah, you didn't plan this too well, did you?" he said with a little chuckle, then shook his head. "You don't need to thank me, St. James. I just like to watch over the people who work for me, and you have landed in a pesky situation there, so some training won't hurt." He took another sip of his drink. "Oh, I have, and plenty. But not with an employee. Last thing I need is you sueing me for sexual harrassment at the work place for poking you with my boner."

Jesse looked confused for a moment, "wait... what? Your boner? Were you... I'm not going to sue you! What the hell would I sue you for? Even if I was planning on suing you, it would be a waste of time. You really think anybody would take a case like that seriously? I thought about it at my last job."

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "Do you not know anything about the work law? Even if I was innocent in any case scenario, if you were to tell anyone that I sexually harrass you, you would have a case. But yes... In answer to your question, my boner, yes. Can we be adults about it?"

Jesse just looked at Sebastian and shook his head, "no. Cops don't take you seriously when you're someone like me. A gay dancer in a gay club? Please." When Sebastian said he'd also had a boner he swallowed, "oh. I... see. Yes... yes, sorry. We can be adults about it. We are adults."

Sebastian shrugged. "Suit yourself." He prepared another glass of scotch, then handed it to him. "So, as adults... Can we ho back to the part where you say I'm attractive?" He smirked.

Jesse took the glass of scotch, and immediately took a drink, feeling like he needed it a lot right now. "I didn't..." He tried to remember what he said and yes, he had said that. "Fuck. I suppose I did say that. It's not like you don't know already," he pointed out, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Sebastian chuckled and took a swing of his drink. "Of course I know that. And just so that we're clear, you're also very attractive, but I didn't want to seem inappropiate back there."

Jesse couldn't help but smirk a little at Sebastian's reply. "Of course I know that," he echoed, "the tips I get from customers at the end of the night do wonders for my ego." He shook his head, sitting down at the other chair in Sebastian's office, remembering the last time he was in here, naked except for the small tight fitting shorts, after seeing something that could have resulted in him being killed. "Trust me, you are the least inappropriate boss I've ever had." He nearly stopped talking, but then figured what the hell, leaning forward a little, "though, you know... if things ever get a little... inappropriate again I actually wouldn't mind." He winked at him, taking a drink.

Sebastian frowned. "You make it aound like you've had plenty of bad experiences with previous bosses." He too smirked and had another sip of his drink. "Did you just flirt with me, St. James?"

Jesse shrugged, "I've only worked two places before this. Dante's, and you know he was awful, and the pizza place at the mall back home, and that guy was just a sleaze. And besides, in this business, a boss who actually cares about his employees? It's nice." He paused and then shrugged one shoulder, looking down at the amber liquid in his glass, "maybe. Why, does it bother you?"

Sebastian felt good about Jesse saying that he took care of him, of his employees. He learned that from his father, at some point in his life, about keepung the people who worked for him safe; but in reality he liked knowing that Jesse was safe, even if he didn't realize it yet. "Actually no. I wouldn't mind that at all." He chuckled. "But i think that'd be... complicated, don't you think?"

Jesse set the glass aside and leaned back in his chair, "only if we make it. People have uncomplicated sex all the time. Anything more might be complicated but like you said, we can be adults about it."

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle at how direct was Jesse about the whole thing. "Well, I'll say this much... I do like someone who knows what they want and make no excuses about it..." He stood up and walked to where Jesse was sitting. "And you're right. We could be adults about it and have uncomplicated sex. Would you like that?:

Jesse let his eyes rake over Sebastian standing in front of him. When he first met the man, he may have been a bit reserved, not wanting to get fired, but he was pretty confident that wasn't going to happen now... well, he had been for awhile. He looked up at him. "I would," he agreed, "you scratch my back, I scratch yours... except more like I suck your cock, you suck mine." No point not being brazen now, he thought as he smirked up at him, "although maybe we should keep it like that. Hands and mouths. Keep it uncomplicated. If that's okay with you," he looked at him, questioning.

Sebastian smirked and stepped closer to Jesse, who was still sitting on his chair. He would have lying if he said he hadn't thought about that, about having Jesse's pretty lips around his cock, but to have it actually happening felt even better. "I actually agree with that. And..." He grinned. "I wouldn't mind at all if we were to start right now."

Jesse nearly laughed, because that much was obvious. Not that he minded. "You read my mind," he said instead, downing the rest of his drink, licking his lips. He slid off the chair and onto his knees, in front of Sebastian. He hadn't actually done anything like this since... well, since Dantes. He didn't take men home from work, and going out to clubs after working in one wasn't exactly an appealing prospect. And he hadn't really wanted to find anyone. But this was completely of his own volition and he found he wanted it. Quite a bit actually. He slowly undid the front of Sebastian's trousers, taking his time.

Sebastian was still enjoying his drink while he watched the other man getting on his knees, and it was quite a sight. "It's a good thing that we think alike, St. James. Can't wait to know how those pretty lips of yours around my cock."

Jesse chuckled and shimmied Sebastian's trousers and briefs down and... wow. If this was anything other than uncomplicated sex, he would have told Sebastian he - quite possibly - had one of the most gorgeous cocks he'd ever seen. Instead he just smirked, "my lips are amazing." He said, before wrapping his mouth around the head.

Sebastian caught Jesse's reaction immediately and grinned. It wasn't news to him that he was well endowed down there, but it was a good boost for gis ego to get such a silent praise. "I demand proof" he got to say, then moaned and threw his head back when the man took him in his mouth, the warmth of it engulphing him fully.

Jesse would give Sebastian proof if that's what he wanted. Or, maybe he was wrong and he'd make a total fool of himself. Either way, he had Sebastian's cock in his mouth so he wasn't too worried. He dragged his tongue along the side of the length, savouring the taste before taking him in deeper. He hummed for a moment, before starting to bob his head, swirling his tongue.

Sebastian licked his lips as he watched Jesse's tongue against his now much harder cock and grinned. It had been a while since he last had a blowjob, much less one at his club, which he never had, and he knew that he was going to enjoy that one. Jesse looked like someone who would make him enjoy it very much. He slid his fingers through the short locks of hair and pulled on them slightly. "I want you looking at me the whole time."

Jesse would have laughed if it weren't for the mouthful of Sebastian's cock. Of course he would he thought to himself, looking up at Sebastian deliberately, and raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop for a second. He loved the feeling of Sebastian's hand through his hair, even the slightest tug. It was no secret to himself that he had found Sebastian attractive from when he first met him, in the club that day, not even realising he was his boss. If he'd been someone he'd met at a club where he'd gone to hook up, he wouldn't have hesitated for a second. But then, he had been his boss. And maybe this would turn out too complicated, but only time would tell. Right now, he was just determined to give Sebastian great head, hollowing his cheeks, swallowing deep around him.

Sebastian grunted and leaned his head back momentarily, his body quickly heating up with the way Jesse's mouth worked on his cock. "Fuck, you're good... mmm..." The grip on his hair became harder, and it was only after he let him have his pace for a while that he started to slowly push his cock further into his mouth.

Jesse was caught off guard when Sebastian started his own pace, thrusting forward slightly into his mouth. It wasn't rough or unwelcome though, and not for the first time he'd found he was glad at his remarkably insensitive gag reflex. He flattened his tongue, still sucking and swallowing around him as he let Sebastian pusher deeper into his mouth, until he was deep throating him.

Sebastian moaned when he was fully down Jesse's throat, the heat that engulphed his member making it throb while it stayed down, then he pulled back a little so he wouldn't choke the man out. He wasn't really into that. He pulled his cock out of his mouth, both his hands now grabbing onto Jesse's hair while he rubbed the slicked tip over his lips and cheeks, then he held Jesse's head still and fully fucked the man's mouth at will. "Fuck, that feels good."

Jesse didn't protest when Sebastian pulled out, because it was a split second between that, and his boss' hands finding their way to his hair again, this time both of them. He kept his mouth open wide as the other started to fuck into his mouth. He would have smirked if he could, except with the way his mouth was stretched around Sebastian's cock, it wasn't possible, but the small voice in his head replied of course it does. Even with Sebastian controlling the pace, he still swirled his tongue around him, sucking on the head each time he thrust in.

Sebastian kept on pounding into Jesse's mouth, his body burning with every hard thrust he gave into him, then he grunted when he could already feel his cock throbbing. "Fuck, I'm close... You want to swallow my cum? Blink once for yes, or twice for no." He chuckled breathlessly.

Jesse looked up at Sebastian and catching his gaze and, slowly, blinked once. This was probably going to turn out more complicated than he'd made it out to, letting his actions be controlled by his dick and not his head. But he figured, fuck it, why stop now. He could tell Sebastian was close, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would reach his climax.

Sebastian groaned and threw his head back when his climax hit, his fingers clutching onto Jesse's hair as he came down the man's throat.

Jesse groaned around Sebastian, swallowing every drop. Truthfully, he'd wanted to do this since he first saw Sebastian at the bar, wondering why a man as attractive as he was would be drinking alone at a gay strip club. He didn't seem like the type to need it. When he was done, he pulled off Sebastian with a soft pop and wiped his hand across his mouth with a smirk, "see. Hardly complicated." His voice was a little rough as he spoke.

Sebastian 's eyes rolled to white while Jesse sucked him through his high, then smirked as he looked down at him. "Point taken. Want me to return you the favor?"

Jesse chuckled and stood up, but didn't think of kissing Sebastian, as much as he found he wanted to. But he knew that could complicate it. "I do believe that was the deal," he said with a smirk, "but you can suck me off next time if you're busy now."

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "Didn't you notice how empty the place is on your way up here?" He shrugged. "I only came here to have a drink. But if that drink can be you, I wouldn't mind it either." He took him by the wrist and pulled him towards the desk, then pucked him up to sit him on it. He undid his pants quickly and reached inside to pull him out. "I could see that you were packing, St. James. But seeing it in the flesh is something else." He smirked and leaned over, his tongue swirling around the tip before he opened his mouth and took the head in.

Jesse laughed and shook his head, "smooth." He let Sebastian pick him up easily, settling back on the desk. He smirked, but didn't point out that some of the dancers here use packers. But Jesse had never felt the need, and his audience certainly didn't seem to mind. Pretty sure most of them probably imagined fucking him, not the other way around anyway. They were probably more interested in his ass. "Ohfuck," he groaned, resting back on his hands as Sebastian's mouth started to work his cock.

Sebastian bent down on his knees, his hands spreading Jesse's legs so he could settle between them, all while his head kept on bobbing around the man's cock. He took his time at first, savouring him and slowly working his way down until he had all of Jesse in his mouth.

Jesse had already been hard, just from having Sebastian in his mouth, but god, to have a man like Sebastian kneeling in front of where he sat on the desk would have done it anyway. He couldn't imagine someone of Sebastian's position and stature doing this often, being the one on his knees, but then again, maybe he did. It's not like, beyond self defence, they discussed personal lives. He groaned, and couldn't resist tangling one hand in Sebastian's hair, just to steady himself more than anything. "I'm not..." God, that was embarrassing, he knew he wouldn't last long, it had been awhile that it was someone else, not just his own hand, doing this and Sebastian certainly knew what he was doing. "Not... ah... probably going to last."

Sebastian 's entire body shivered when he felt Jesse's fingers grabbing his hair, and it encouraged him to keep going, and to do more, although the sounds the other man was making was sign enough. He pulled his mouth back a little, his tongue licking the head slowly while he took a breather. "Don't let me bother you about that, St. James. Let go if you want to." He opened wide and took him in his mouth again, deep throating him fully and hollowing his cheeks hard around his cock.

Jesse just took in a shuddering breath when Sebastian took him in again, mouth deep around him. There was something about hearing his boss speak, so casual, while doing something not really casual. At one stage in his life, he had wondered if he'd find this enjoyable again, hadn't been interested in picking up men for one night stands or something ... uncomplicated. But for Sebastian, he'd found himself wanting to make that exception. He nodded and groaned, only lasting a few more moments before coming, deep in Sebastian's mouth and throat. "Oh... oh fuck!"

Sebastian grunted when he felt Jesse coming in his mouth, his mouth still moving around him as he sucked him through his climax, then he let go of him with a soft pop and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he stood up. "You are welcome" he said with a ragged voice, then chuckled and tuck himself in. "You want another drink?" he asked him as he headed to his personal bar.

Jesse gave Sebastian a half smile and slid off the desk, also tucking himself back in. "Maybe next time?" He said, not sure if protocol dictated staying around for another drink, "I should get home, my cat will probably ignore me for the rest of the week if I don't feed her soon."

Sebastian turned on the spot with a raised brow. "You own a cat? You definitely need to get out more, St. James. Suit yourself then. Besides, maybe it's a good call to go home, before it gets too late out there. See you later?"

Jesse laughed, "I think you'll find that most cat owners will agree that she owns me." He didn't deign the other part of his comment a reply though, not about to defend his choice of pet. Besides, getting Matilda had been an accident. She'd shown up one day so he'd fed her and then later found out that a neighbour had dumped her when they moved away and he couldn't bring himself to get rid of her so she became his. "Don't worry, I can defend myself, remember?" He winked at Sebastian and then left quickly, before his boss could remind him that he'd failed to defend himself against Sebastian multiple times, earlier in the evening. He sighed, and headed out of the club and home to a very annoyed cat, who simply flicked her tailed and walked to her food bowl, boring a stare into his eyes as she waited.

END SCENE.

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Tactical Guide to Poirier Vs. Gaethje

Dustin Poirier and Justin Gaethje are of a rare breed. Dustin Poirier was awarded two Fight of the Night bonuses in his last three fights and might have got another if the Eddie Alvarez fight hadn’t ended so contentiously. Justin Gaethje has won two Fight of the Night bonuses in his two UFC fights, and his first was awarded Fight of the Year. Whether you give a damn about the rest of the card or not, you would be a fool to miss these two get into it.

Gaethje is returning from his first professional loss. Always a glutton for punishment, the hard headed wrestle-banger is a nightmare for anyone once he gets going. Eddie Alvarez, the architect of Gaethje’s undoing, fought a perfect fight against him and still ended up hobbling out of the cage, wearing a face which only slightly resembled the one he had come in with. A top notch wrestler who refuses to wrestle, Gaethje is not a methodical pressure fighter but the embodiment of "chaotic pressure."

Poirier is striving through one of MMA’s most compelling renaissance stories. It used to be that Poirier was just a fun guy who threw hands but nowadays Poirier is adaptive and rounded, with far more of a regard for his own safety. We have come quite a way from the man who was getting wobbled by counters from Akira Corissani of all people.

Hypothetical Gameplans

Justin Gaethje has only shown one type of fight up until now, so unless he has had an earth-shattering crisis of confidence since his first loss, you can expect him to apply his trademark pressure. Poirier has shown himself slightly more willing to adapt in the past but still very much likes a fire fight. The premise of Gaethje’s go-forth-and-trade style is actually a good deal smarter than it appears as Gaethje focuses his ire on his opponent’s legs.

In a simple trade of punches to the head between two fighters, the man with the better head movement, sharper sense of anticipation, and tighter punching form will usually win. Gaethje often eschews punching the head and simply absorbs blows on his high guard and the top of his skull, in order to come back with the low kick. Every fighter in the world—no matter how much they seem to show it—is aware that when they are punching, punches will be coming back at their head and most are well prepared for it. The difference is that it’s difficult to defend the lead leg when you have to plant it out there to punch. The entire science of boxing—from footwork to punching to head movement—is built around where the feet are placed. It is impossible to get in and punch someone without your lead leg going in and providing an alluring target as well.

UFC 223 provided us with two very obvious examples of this. Rose Namajunas’s jab-and-dip entries and control of distance clearly suffered once Joanna Jedrzejczyk’s shin bashed into her lead leg a few times. Renato Moicano vs. Calvin Kattar was even clearer. Kattar has a lovely jab and a long stance that facilitates his in-and-out boxing. Moicano timed him stepping in and jarred Kattar’s lead leg a couple of times, then Kattar couldn’t move nearly as well.

It is no secret why this is so effective—if your foot is planted you aren’t picking it up to check the kick. Better yet, if you are on the way in or on the way out, your weight is in motion and there’s a good chance your knee will be jarred by the kick.

Dustin Poirier should be looking to be all the way in or all the way out. Hanging out in exchanging range, throwing two and three punch combinations against Gaethje’s head and arms is a terrible place to be. It is hard to imagine Poirier circling the cage and playing the matador as Eddie Alvarez did, but there are some great ways he can increase his success when he does get into trades.

While Michael Johnson isn’t the best ring general in MMA, he did try to circle away from Gaethje but still got stuck on the fence repeatedly. But Gaethje’s pressure and ringcraft vanished shortly after Eddie Alvarez began digging shots to his body. This is the downside of Gaethje’s very high guard and attempts to catch and pitch—his midriff is almost always completely exposed. By flicking out the jab consistently and digging body shots, Alvarez made his job of avoiding the fence much easier because Gaethje very clearly lost track of the fence and simply began trying to get to Alvarez instead.

Johnson got his left straight to the body in well against Gaethje. Poirier, also a southpaw, would do well to get to this early and often. When Johnson went to this it tended to produce an overreaction in Gaethje, who bent well forward of his usual hunched over posture.

A constant feature of Gaethje’s style is to hunch forward and project the top of his head. He can head-block takedown attempts, hurt the opponent if they run onto it (the old Evander Holyfield favorite), or wear his opponent’s punches completely unaffected. In a sport where the uppercut is used so often and so ineffectively, Justin Gaethje is the perfect target. Eddie Alvarez caught Gaethje leaning forward numerous times, mostly with the uppercut. Poirier could do well by establishing the left straight to the body, changing level as if to throw it, and then coming up with the uppercut as Gaethje reacts.

On the subject of changing level, staying out of the pocket altogether might not be completely necessary. After hitting the body and tiring Gaethje a bit, Alvarez was more comfortable staying in for exchanges because Gaethje stopped kicking so often. One of Gaethje’s less useful habits is swinging the right hook in answer to combinations. If he gets the timing down he can take a fighter’s head off as poor Luis Palomino found out.

When he doesn’t catch his man flush, however, Gaethje opens himself up and throws himself off balance.

Eddie Alvarez, by firing in nice high-low-high combinations, was able to get under or away from these right hands and land punches of his own on Gaethje as he recovered. The jab or left straight followed by a level change body shot or two, followed by a right or left hook, is a way to keep Gaethje working, get to his body, and largely avoid his favorite counter punch. If there is one thing that has clearly improved in Dustin Poirier in recent years—particularly in his fights with Alvarez and Anthony Pettis—it is his anticipation of a return in the pocket. If Poirier gets into his old habit of jumping in with no regard for his opponent’s return, we could be looking at a repeat of Poirier vs. Johnson.

As always with a high guard, elbows are a good shout. Poirier should look to check both of Gaethje’s hands while they’re up in his guard, and then turn over elbows to sneak behind Gaethje’s forearms.

One interesting thought is that Gaethje tends to only wrestle on a whim. He promises an exciting fight on the feet and he seems determined to make that synonymous with his brand and it has earned him the relative big bucks so far. When Gaethje’s opponents do fall down or get knocked off balance, he’ll beckon them back to the feet. For this reason, Poirier should be looking to kick early and often. Even if Dustin isn’t a big kicker, his left foot has a clear path to Gaethje’s liver, especially when Gaethje goes to his high guard. Furthermore, against such an active counter kicker the push kick is always a useful weapon.

After watching Gaethje meander around the cage after Alvarez so ineffectively, it should be clear how much the fence helps him. He is undoubtedly one of the best dirty boxers in mixed martial arts now, but he needs to have his opponent directly in front of him. While Gaethje may loathe attempting takedowns, he has a great wrestling pedigree and seems well aware of how well the attempt can set up striking opportunities. Here’s his great single leg to uppercut against Luis Palomino.

If Gaethje is struggling to waltz the opponent to the fence with his feet alone, he should be more willing to duck in on a leg. Sometimes it opens up an immediate strike, sometimes it allows the fighter to push his man six or seven feet closer to the fence. Hell, Gaethje could take his man down, scoot them towards the fence and start doing his magic along the fence as they stand up. While Gaethje’s footwork is serviceable, he should be prepared to switch things up in order to get his way if Poirier proves slicker than expected.

Against the fence, with his hands on his opponent, Gaethje becomes a force of nature. He’ll hang on the collar tie and slam in uppercuts, or stiff arm the opponent away by the face and chuck overhands.

He’ll mince the body with knees, and he’ll chop low kicks from the collar tie as Anderson Silva used to and these routinely shock his opponents.

Against southpaws, Gaethje tends to like to square up and throw his left kick to the outside of their lead leg. But Michael Johnson—a man who has become a top ten lightweight with a 1-2 and a low kick—used inside low kicks to knock Poirier’s lead leg out any time he set it down to throw punches. But then Johnson was a southpaw whose game was outfighting and Gaethje is an orthodox fighter whose game is throwing himself against his opponent over and over until they fall down.

No one could benefit more from a good double jab and the jab-and-duck than Justin Gaethje. He works with Rose Namajunas every day so maybe it will start to sink in. At the moment, he relies on moving forward and enduring damage. If his boxing were a little more serviceable he could maneuver himself into the fence positions where he has the upper hand without taking half as much punishment. Meanwhile Poirier, while not known as much more than a banger, has shown in recent years a thoughtful side. Poirier’s willingness to abandon one idea and do whatever he must to win could be the difference in this bout.

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Technology in Early Years

I, an only child, was brought to life October 28, 1925, by my mom, Ceil Kay. No one in my family had ever even thought about a career in technology or, for that matter, math or science. What headed me that way? I was exposed to the technology of the day with little understanding of how it had evolved or where it was heading. Only in hindsight can I evaluate the evolution of technology and realize how it affected society and me, a little boy in that era.

When I was four years old, Dad and Mom and I had to squeeze in with Mom’s parents, Max and Annie, and Mom’s only sibling, my uncle Eddie. My father, Harry, born in 1900, was very protective of me and a fine person. He was a lawyer and studied New Jersey statutes like a Talmudic scholar. He became a lawyer’s lawyer, widely recognized as knowing more New Jersey statutes than anyone. I was closer to my mom and to Uncle Eddie than to my often inaccessible father.

Grandpa Max owned a wholesale candy business, a customer pickup bus he drove daily, and several rental properties including the first floor of the house we moved into. Eddie, who was nineteen years older than me, with my father’s support in a few years became a lawyer. For three years, until I was seven, when Eddie married and brought his new bride, Carolyn, into the house, I got the benefit of lots of time with him and less afterward. Eddie taught me checkers, chess, Battleship, and other games that fascinated me; let me look at his magazine, Popular Science (intriguing but to me hardly intelligible); and once took me down to a room in the cellar to see his new “chemistry lab.” He performed an experiment. He put a clear liquid in an eyedropper and dripped it into a test tube holding another clear liquid. Both looked like pure water. Each drop turned red as it fell into the test-tube liquid, which then turned pink. This was the most marvelous thing I had every seen, and ranked in my boyish mind as advanced chemistry.

When a bit older, I liked to go down to the cellar and do secret things. In one small room for a while my father had a steamer trunk that on several occasions I opened and soon understood that they were about a Scotsman whose life and times I found puzzling and interesting. I was very careful to put everything I opened back as it was. My secret was never uncovered. I learned later that these papers were the remnants of a man who died intestate. My father was handling his estate for the probate court. I never told him that I had opened the steamer trunk.

I was fascinated by the technology I saw. A bin in the cellar was fed coal by an adjustable metal slide into the bin. The other end of the slide was attached to the delivery truck. The truck driver set up the rig. The coal rolled down the slide through a ground-level window accessible to the truck parked in the street. Grandpa Max got up early every cold weather morning, emptied the hot ash bin, shoveled coal from the coal bin into the furnace, and relit the tinder. In the winter the house was freezing until the coal fire heated water in a tank, producing steam or hot water that circulated the heat to radiators in the rooms on the floors above.

In the summer, my grandma Annie placed on the windowsill (just above the coal window) a sign with three numbers: “10, 25, 50.” She rotated the sign till the desired size ice block (in pounds) was at the top. When the iceman came later in the day, he grabbed, with an ingenious one-arm ice pick, the requested size block from his truck, and Annie held the icebox door open while the iceman pushed it in. The ice had been cut during the previous winter from a frozen pond with large two-man ice saws and kept in an insulated icehouse where the blocks lasted until late in the year. It was only when home-refrigeration technology became widely available in the late Thirties that the iceman’s job was no longer required. We got one refrigerator for the whole house around 1935.

Grandpa Max chose his bus routes for some passengers who waited for him. Others he picked up ad hoc, taxi style. He would go off the route to accommodate customers. Before we moved into Max’s house, Max would pick me up at our house in Newark, New Jersey, and later return me to Mom so Grandma could relieve Mom for a few hours or maybe a day. Into the 1930s some trucks were motorized, but many still were horse-drawn. Max’s bus was motorized.

Before coal was available, logs were used to heat homes. Home central heating was not common prior to the twentieth century.

How much was new technology affecting consumers when I was a boy? Residential air-conditioning was unknown. Trains, trolleys, and horses had a capacity and usage exceeding that of automobiles and trucks. In the ensuing seventy-five years, the internal combustion engine increasingly dominated ground transportation. Trains, trolleys, and horses have, relatively speaking, almost disappeared, replaced by trucks and autos. Airplanes, accessible to very few travelers at the earlier time, only relatively recently became mass transport.

The technological changes in agriculture and food distribution over the years have also been enormous. Unlike the vast variety of food provided today by big-box supermarkets available in all but the most rural areas, buying food seventy-five years ago even in dense city populations was much closer to farm harvesting. Houses were mostly three stories with twenty-five-foot frontage where we lived in East Orange, a few blocks from even more crowded Newark. On foot Grandma daily shopped for a chicken, sometimes with me. In a kosher butcher shop she picked out her chicken from a cowering flock. The butcher wrung its neck. Sometimes, perhaps to amuse me, he let it down to run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Usually he just plunged it into a hot-water barrel, plucked its feathers, and handed it over to Grandma. Milk and other perishables came by your door down the street on horse-drawn carriages. It was not today’s farmers market. Mom told me that her grandfather, Charles Leitener, had owned a farm in downtown Newark. He had a horse, named Baby, that, hitched to a buggy, occasionally took Mom and other relatives up to the South Mountain reservation for a picnic in South Orange. Unused to cars and not looking, Mom’s grandfather stepped off the curb and was killed in 1920.

Telephones were uncommon in homes. In 1934 we had the first on the block, phone number Orange 5-8798 (amazing, what trivia I sometimes remember). Children were not allowed to use phones in my neighborhood. Operators making hand connections, plugging and unplugging switchboards, had just been replaced by automated connection within a few exchanges.

Radio was big. In some homes, then as now, radios were on all day listening to music. My mother loved Bing Crosby. I listened to that and to shows after school, like Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. (Talk about technology of the future: Buck Rogers could fly around in his “space suit” decades before Star Trek.) “Victrolas” providing recorded music were available but rare. No television until after WWII.

At one point I was frustrated because Uncle Eddie was not continuing chemical experiments with me in the cellar. At age seven or so, I decided to take the matter into my own hands. I took the tin lid off a used paint can and poured a little kerosene, turpentine, or whatever into it and set it on the concrete cellar floor. Just a few teaspoons. Of course nothing happened. A little heat was required. I struck a safety match and let the fluid on the can lid start to burn. It was burning away for what I felt was an enormous amount of time. The whole thing was silly. Nothing interesting was going to happen. Time to end it.

I stamped on it with my shoe. The burning fluid splattered and some landed off to the side on a few rolled-up carpets protected by brown wrapping paper. I looked up and saw the paper beginning to burn. I panicked. I ran upstairs to my mother and told her. She peeked at it and called the fire department. It seemed to me the fire had become enormous by the time the firemen came. They put it out quite quickly, just as my father was coming home. As requested by him, the fire chief gave me a stern lecture. When he towered over me, wearing fireman’s gear and carrying an axe, I wanted to disappear or at least shrink to a puddle on the floor. Then Grandpa Max showed up and reacted quite differently. To the grownups he said, perhaps jokingly, “Should have let the whole house burn. The insurance would pay for it.”

(This is an excerpt from MILITARIST MILLIONAIRE PEACENIK: Memoir of a Serial Entrepreneur by Alan F. Kay and is reprinted with the permission of the author)

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