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thisissirius · 3 years

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for @gracieli and the ladies of the discord *chef’s kiss*

i’ve only known you to keep your word buck/eddie, buck, eddie, chris, hurt/comfort, a little frottage, buck being lonely and eddie seeing and helping

Buck barely has time to sit down and attempt to handle the silence in his apartment when a key jams into the lock of his front door and it swings open.

Eddie comes into the apartment, two bags in hand, and beer in the other. “Get the door?”

Buck stares.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

When Eddie’s shut the door, Buck finds his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Bringing food,” Eddie says, and Buck hears the duh even if he doesn’t say it. “Not that I’m cooking it. You are.” He flashes a smile.

Buck snorts, moving past his confusion and grabbing for the beer. “Maybe I wanna watch you fail.”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s your apartment. Also possibly your funeral.”

Saluting Eddie with his bottle, he goes to the cutlery drawer and grabs a bottle opener. “Why are you really here?”

There’s a long, drawn out silence where Eddie just stares at him. Buck feels uncomfortable under the scrutiny in ways he hasn’t before. It seems like ever since they came back from Texas, Eddie’s been—Buck doesn’t know how to explain it.

“Chris is at a sleepover,” Eddie says eventually. He makes a face. “You know how I feel about that.”

Buck does. Eddie’s only ever antsy and weird when Chris isn’t around. “Such a drama king,” he says.

“Whatever. We cooking or what?”

“Fine,” Buck says with a sigh, hip checking Eddie out of the way, ducking away from the elbow Eddie aims at his side. “Don’t beat up the person who’s saving you from food poisoning, Diaz.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, but he starts emptying out the bags. Spaghetti. He’s so transparent but Buck hides his smile by taking a pull of beer. Buck’s spaghetti is Christopher’s favourite and Buck’s got no doubts Eddie’s brought enough ingredients for extra portions. Something like happiness blossoms in Buck’s chest and he covers it with a knowing smirk.

“Really?”

“Shut up,” Eddie grouses. “You try telling Chris we had spaghetti and didn’t save him any.”

“No thanks,” Buck says immediately. “I do not court death.”

It makes Eddie laugh, which is Buck’s aim, after all, and he grins his way through the meal prep. _______

Later, stomach full and the happiness a comfortable constant, Buck is stretched out on the couch, another bottle of beer resting against his hip, one arm tucked under his head. He is super conscious of one of his legs resting over Eddie’s lap, Eddie’s fingers circling his ankle.

“I don’t understand why they don’t just talk to each other.”

Eddie gives him a look. “It’s a movie, Buck.”

“So?” Buck watches as neither of the characters communicate. Again. “How hard is it to talk about your feelings?”

There’s a pointed silence.

“Whatever,” Buck grouses. “We have notable trauma, they don’t.”

“Noticeable trauma,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow.

Buck kicks him with the leg that isn’t held hostage. “Be nice, Eddie, or you can go home.”

“You wouldn’t kick me out,” Eddie says with certainty.

Falling quiet, Buck turns back to the movie, but he’s not really watching it. Eddie’s not wrong. He wouldn’t kick Eddie out. Ever. Even in their worst moments, the only thing he wanted was for Eddie to come back, for them to be them again.

The movie finishes and Buck blinks. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says softly. He removes his hands from Buck’s ankle. Buck can still feel the phantom heat of his fingers. “Come on, time for bed.”

Buck frowns. “I was comfortable.”

“And we can be comfortable upstairs,” Eddie says, once again with the duh unspoken. “Up, Buckley, let’s go.”

Buck feels a little adrift as they walk up to his bedroom. Honestly, he’s been feeling that way most of the night and he doesn’t know how to make sense of what he’s feeling. Leaning against the balcony railing, he watches Eddie root through his drawers, grabbing sleep clothes. “Eddie—“

“Wash up,” Eddie tells him, tossing over the clothes.

Though the fight is on the tip of his tongue, Buck keeps it to himself. He realises he doesn’t want to argue and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stares at himself in the mirror. The silence that usually crowds him in the evenings he’s alone is absent and there’s comfort in Eddie being a yell away. He relaxes, washing up and getting changed.

When he comes out, Eddie moves past him, a hand brushing his hip and Buck shivers. The touch feels deliberate and Buck’s thrown back over the last couple of hours. Everything Eddie’s done is just what Buck needs. It overwhelms him and he sits on the edge of the bed, not sure what happens next. Will Eddie get blankets and go downstairs? Worse, will he want to share a bed? What if he wants to talk—

“Buck,” Eddie says gently, resting a hand on Buck’s shoulder making him jump. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Buck says, smiling softly. “Sorry.”

Eddie’s hand squeezes before it falls to his side. “Get in the bed.”

“Are you—”

“Come on,” Eddie says, and it could easily be an order, but for the tone. Buck doesn’t like being pushed around and it shows that Eddie knows that; he’s careful, gentle, and Buck nods, climbing into bed.

Buck rolls over, watches Eddie as he shuts off the light and charges his phone. Buck panics for a moment, before seeing his own on the nightstand. His heart picks up a beat, twop, and he’s holding his breath. Maybe if he doesn’t move this won’t stop being a dream. It still feels like one when Eddie reaches out, fingers sliding through the hair that’s soft against Buck’s forehead. “Sleep, Buck.”

Buck doesn’t know if he can.

“You save me from my nightmares,” Eddie says, with a self-deprecating smile.

I’ll save you from yours.

Buck closes his eyes and breathes out.

Buck’s not quite sure what to make of it..

_______

The next morning, Eddie burns breakfast (of course), abandons it (of course), and bundles himself and Buck in the truck to get breakfast—and to pick up Chris.

“Bucky!” Chris pokes his head into the car and grins.

Buck will never not love hanging out with Chris and he leans over the seat to give Chris a high five. “Sleepover okay?”

“Jamie’s got a hamster,” Chris starts.

“No,” Eddie says immediately, buckling his seatbelt.

Chris looks at Buck. Buck looks at Eddie.

“No,” Eddie says again.

Buck smiles at Chris and turns back around. They’ve got this.

_______

Two very full shifts later and Buck is sitting in the locker room, staring at his duffle. He doesn’t know if he’s got the energy to pack the rest of his shit in there and move, let alone drive home. His body aches, bruises starting to blossom from the fall he’d taken on a previous call, and he hisses as he stands.

The prospect of going home alone, tending to his hurts and sleeping in that bed all alone—Buck’s breath hitches and he closes his eyes, forehead pressed to the lockers.

There’s a rap on the glass and Buck whirls around, ready to put up the front, make out he’s okay, and deflates when he sees Eddie. Neither of them says anything for a moment, and then Eddie’s moving into the room, wordlessly packing the rest of Buck’s stuff into his bag. Buck doesn’t know where he gets his energy from. “Eddie.”

“You look like you’re gonna fall over,” Eddie says, frowning.

“Sorry,” Buck starts.

“Why?” Eddie looks up at him, surprised.

Buck sits on the bench again, cradling his ribs. They’re not broken, says Hen and Chim both, but they still hurt like a bitch. “Give me a minute and I’ll be good to go. You should go ome to Chris.”

“That’s not happening,” Eddie says. “I mean alone,” he amends, interpreting Buck’s expression correctly. “You’re coming with me.”

“Eddie—”

“Don’t argue with me.” Eddie straightens up, Buck’s bag on one shoulder, his on the other. “You alright to move?”

Buck nods, gives himself a minute to breathe in and out slowly, then pushes himself to his feet. He winces when his ribs twinge. “You can drop me off, it’s fine.”

Eddie stops them, hand on Buck’s arm. His thumb is resting against Buck’s pulse point and Buck wonders, a touch hysterically, if he can feel it racing. “You’re coming home with me,” he says again, gentler this time. “You’re always allowed to ask me for help.”

Breath catching in his throat, Buck doesn’t know how to answer that. Eddie swipes his thumb once across the skin of Buck’s wrist then lets go.

“I’ll tell Chris not to jump on you,” Eddie tells him as they head out of the station. “He’s still banned from video games, so you’ll have to entertain him some other way.”

“It’s not like we haven’t had to before,” Buck says, falling into the banter with ease. “At least this time it’s a deserved punishment and not his dad being a technophobe.”

Eddie glares at him over the top of the truck. “Hildy was watching me! She sees it all!”

Buck laughs, wincing as he slides into the passenger set, but the pain is worth it. Eddie helps with the seatbelt, which would be humiliating if Buck wasn’t used to this. “Does Chris know I’m coming?”

“Nope,” Eddie says, putting the truck in reverse. “Carla would kill me for one. Secondly, I’d hate to ruin the surprise.”

Eddie’s smile is fond and Buck can’t help but match it, relaxing back against the seat. He can’t wait to walk through that door and let Chris fill all the spaces that have grown in him since the last time. It always feels like coming home. Buck closes his eyes, pushes down the feeling. Chris isn’t his and he should remember that.

“You still with me?”

Buck opens his eyes, head turning to look at Eddie. Eddie spares him a glance, then looks back at the road. “I’m not gonna be good company,” he tries again. If he brings Chris and Eddie down with his mood, he’ll never forgive himself.

“You think I was after the well?” Eddie huffs out a laugh. “Please, Buck, we’ll ply you with painkillers, Chris can talk your ear off about whatever it is you two get excited about, then we’ll go to sleep. It’s not that hard.”

“I could have done that at home.”

“Yes,” Eddie allows, Buck fascinated with how soft his touch when the steering wheel slides through his fingers. Why is everything about Eddie so gentle? “But I’d rather you be somewhere I can keep an eye on you.”

The words signal exasperation, but the tone is fond, the smile on Eddie’s face soft. Buck so often feels like a burden but Eddie’s acting like he isn’t. That this is something he wants to do, help Buck and make him—

“Fuck.”

“Hey,” Eddie says, sounding worried. “Are you crying?”

“No,” Buck bites out, swiping at his face with the hand not pressed to his ribs. “Please keep driving.”

Eddie does, thankfully, and Buck grits his teeth against the urge to keep crying. “I’m sorry.”

It’s Buck’s turn to be confused. “Why?”

“If you’re crying because someone wants to take care of you, I’ve been a shitty best friend.”

_______

The words are still rattling around Buck’s head when it comes time for bed.

Chris is already tucked in, having dragged a story from both Buck and Eddie, and Eddie’s been putting stuff away in the kitchen, talking in low tones to Buck through the door. Buck’s been half paying attention, his mind still on the conversation in the car.

When Eddie steps back into the room, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans, he gives Buck a smile. “Ready for bed?”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Toss some blankets, yeah?”

“As if,” Eddie says without hesitation. “No way are you taking the couch with those ribs.”

“Eddie,” Buck says. Eddie pauses at whatever he hears in Buck’s tone. Buck’s not sure how he sounds, barely knows how he feels. “What you said in the truck—”

There’s no judgement, no embarrassment. “Yeah?”

Buck opens his mouth, closes it. “You haven’t been a shitty best friend.”

“I have,” Eddie presses. Then, with a sigh, “sometimes.”

“So have I.” Buck groans as he rights himself, grateful when Eddie holds out a hand and takes most of his weight to help him stand. “I don’t know how to accept it. Someone taking care of me.”

Eddie nods. Buck doesn’t know how he always gets it, how he knows Buck so well when Buck barely knows what’s happening inside of his own head. Eddie’s hands are on his hips and he tugs a little, careful so that Buck doesn’t stumble, and drags him into a hug. Buck lets out a shaky breath, turns his face into Eddie’s neck. The angle would be awkward but for his stoop and he lets himself take the comfort Eddie’s offering.

“I know,” Eddie says quietly, a kiss ghosting over Buck’s temple. “You will.”

_______

Over the following two days, Buck’s body mends and he’s able to move without wanting to punch himself in the face. He spends the time dicking around on his phone—having a photo off with Marjan about which one of them is more internet famous—and letting Chris talk him into playing almost his entire catalogue of video games.

Eddie’s a silent presence in the background. He disappears for work, leaving Carla in charge, and she spends most of the time feeding Buck, berating him for not looking after himself, and throwing him knowing looks. Buck doesn’t know what she’s getting at. When Eddie comes home, he manages to put together a good dinner (Buck finds the takeout containers in the trash), settle down with them in front of the TV and throw an arm over Buck’s shoulders, squeeze against him even when there’s space, and on the second night, when they’re an hour into the movie, Buck can feel Eddie’s fingers playing with his hair.

It startles him, but he does his best not to react. Relaxing back against Eddie’s arm, he catches the small quirk of a smile playing at Eddie’s mouth and complains about something in the movie. Chris interjects, Buck only tangentially paying attention, because Eddie’s fingers are scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Gross,” Eddie says, wrinkling his nose. Buck can agree; there’s way too much blood for a movie Chris can watch, but he doesn’t answer. He can feel himself relaxing further, embarrassed when he pushes into Eddie’s fingers. Thankfully, Eddie doesn’t seem to notice. Except then, on the next pass, he scratches a little lighter. The sensation has Buck shivering and he swallows down the noise in his throat.

Reaching over, he rests a hand on Eddie’s leg and squeezes. Eddie looks at him, picking up on Buck’s silent cues, and nods. He keeps his hand in Buck’s hair, but contends himself with running his fingers through it instead of scratching. Buck breathes out, shaky, but doesn’t tense up again.

“Work tomorrow,” Eddie says, his voice pitched low. Chris is still watching the movie, working his way through a packet of candy Buck’s surprised Eddie let him have.

Buck nods. “Can’t wait. I feel like I’ve put on five pounds in two days.”

“Now who’s dramatic.” Eddie shakes his head. “Not that you’re wrong; Carla’s cooking does have that effect. So good.”

“Anyone’s would be,” Buck says, smirking, “compared to yours.”

Eddie glares, but he huffs, looking back at the TV. “Rude.”

“Not wrong,” Buck says lightly, sing-song, watching Chris out of the corner of his eye. Either Chris is doing a very good job of pointedly ignoring them (something he’s practised at), or they’re managing to keep their tone low. When Eddie doesn’t reply, he pouts. “I’m injured.”

“You were,” Eddie corrects, but he’s smiling. “All the rope rescues for you tomorrow.”

Buck pauses. “You’re not going to fight me for them?”

Looking nonchalant, Eddie shrugs. “Consider it a gift to you.”

You’re my gift.

The words get trapped somewhere in Buck’s throat. He can’t stop staring at Eddie. It almost feels like a relief when the movie finishes, and Eddie starts making noises about sleeping. Again, Buck finds himself being tugged in the direction of Eddie’s bed, even when the couch will suffice, but it feels not unlike the tsunami; Buck drowning, being pulled in different directions, but this time Eddie’s there; a guide, an anchor, when Buck feels most adrift.

_______

Days pass into weeks.

Buck’s in his truck, on the way back to his apartment, and he’s startled by the wrongness of it. He can’t remember the last time he spent the night in his own home. Turning into the parking lot, he sits behind the wheel, knuckles white as he grips it, staring at the window of his apartment.

Not that he wants to hang around Eddie like dead weight. He’d dashed out of the locker room, a yell over his shoulder that he was late to pick up Chris. Not that buck expects them to hang out after work or anything, but ever since—well, since Texas, Eddie’s not been far.

Angry at himself, he grabs his duffel from the back seat and heads into the apartment building, fighting the lead weight settling in his stomach. It’s his fucking home! Just because Eddie doesn’t mind him hanging out with him and Chris, Buck needs to get a grip. He’s not part of their family and he needs to stop. Maybe go out, find someone to—

His phone rings shrilly through his thoughts and he grabs it, answering it with a harsh, “What?”

A pause. “Where are you?”

“At my apartment,” Buck snaps. “You remember? That place I live.”

Eddie’s quiet on the other end of the phone and Buck grips the edge of the counter, closing his eyes, opening his mouth to apologise. Eddie talks first, his tone soft. “I remember.”

“I’m sorry,” Buck blurts out. He presses his hand to his eyes. “I think the shift must have got to me. “

“You sure you’re alright?”

No. Buck nods. “Yeah.”

A hum. Eddie’s voice is still quiet when he says, “alright. See you tomorrow.”

When the dial tone rings in his ear, Buck lets the phone slide out of his hands, hitting the counter and sliding away from him. Buck swallows once, twice, feels the burn of tears in his eyes. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He doesn’t realise he’s slid down to the floor until he feels the cold beneath his butt, his head falling back to rest against the island. Time slides away from him and he breathes slowly, trying to focus on the here and now, even if it’s the last place he wants to be.

“Buck?”

Buck’s breathing sounds too loud.

“Head up, Buck, come on.”

Eddie, Buck’s brain helpfully supplies. He blinks, stares up into Eddie’s face.

“There you are,” Eddie says, voice soft. “You with me?”

“Eddie?” Buck says, his voice scratchy.

Eddie nods, his arms on Buck’s. He tugs gently, helping Buck up off the floor. Buck lets himself be led, unsurprised when Eddie pushes him down onto the couch. There’s a glass of water on the coffee table, a blanket against the arm.

Buck stares, wonders if there’s an echo when he says, “Eddie,” again.

“I’m here,” Eddie says, and Buck’s sure this isn’t real, that he’s gone mad. “Not mad,” Eddie says, “just lonely.”

The word catches in Buck’s ribcage, feels like a knife. “I don’t like being alone.”

Eddie sits next to him on the couch, turning sideways, knee pressed to Buck’s thigh. “I know.”

“I hate it,” Buck continues, staring around the room, at the cold whiteness of everything. He’s tried to make it a home, put stuff up, kept some of the drawings Chris does for him, photos hung on the walls. It doesn’t feel like anything. Not the way Eddie’s does when he walks through the door. The smell, the sounds, the comfort of Chris laughing, of Eddie grousing about something.

Buck’s chest feels tight.

“Buck,” Eddie says, his tone hard. “Look at me.”

Buck does.

“That’s it.” Eddie’s tone shifts back into soft and he reaches over, pulls Buck closer to him. Buck tenses up but Eddie doesn’t let go. He keeps talking, the words washing over Buck like a balm. “You never ask for help. I know I don’t either. We’ve both got—what did you call it, notable trauma?”

It’s funny, but Buck doesn’t laugh. He starts to relax, hand fisting in Eddie’s shirt.

“You’re lonely,” Eddie says, not that Buck needs the reminder. “But you’re not alone.”

Buck clenches his eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath.

“You hear me?” Eddie says again, burying his face in Buck’s hair. They shift around a little until it’s comfortable, Buck pressed against Eddie, the two of them stretched out on Buck’s couch.

“Chris,” Buck says, panicked. If Eddie’s here then who’s got Chris?

“He’s with Hen and Karen.” Eddie’s fingers are on the back of Buck’s neck, grounding him. “He’s safe.”

Okay. Chris is safe. Buck’s not alone.

“Eddie,” he says, hating himself for this weakness but unable to keep from saying, “I don’t wanna be alone.”

Eddie sucks in a breath, lets it out. He sounds wrecked. “I know. You’re not, I promise.”

Buck shakes his head. “I am. When you go home. When everyone—I’m alone. Abby left and Ali and I’m alone.” The word spill out of him, water running over him, drowning him, holding him fast. “My parents left me alone. Maddie. You.” Eddie’s breath hitches. “Why doesn’t anyone stay?”

Arms tightening, Eddie drags him up, mouth pressed to his forehead, breath hot against Buck’s face. “Not anymore, you understand me?”

Buck wants to believe it. Eddie’s been here, all this time, taking care of Buck. Dr. Copeland says he can accept it for what it is; Eddie caring. Buck wants to, but he doesn’t know how.

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, watching him carefully.

“What is?”

“That you don’t believe me.” Eddie says it so matter of fact and though Buck wants to deny it, he can’t make himself say it. Eddie’s thumb rubs over his cheek. Is Buck crying again? “I’ll show you.”

Buck doesn’t know what that means. “How?”

“If you don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie starts, cuts himself off. There’s pink on his cheeks, determination in his expression. “My bed is cold without you.”

“Mine is too big,” Buck blurts out.

“Alright,” Eddie says, even though Buck doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to. He curls into Eddie, emotionally wrung out, not sure where they go from here. Have they solved anything? Buck’s still going to be in this cold apartment and Eddie might want him around sometimes, but all the time? Buck doesn’t know if Eddie likes him enough to—

Fingers scratch against his scalp.

Buck lets out a soft noise.

“I wasn’t sure,” Eddie says, words drifting softly into Buck’s ear where Eddie’s lips are pressed. “But you asked me to stop.”

“I didn’t know,” Buck says, shaky, groaning when Eddie’s nails scrape down the nape of his neck. He gets a hand between Eddie’s back and the couch, curls his fingers into the fabric of Eddie’s shirt. A henley. Yellow. Fuck, he looks so good.

Eddie whispers, “I know,” and adjusts his hips, slides further back and oh. Buck rocks his hips up, a little out of it because this is Eddie, and they’re on his couch, and he’s, he’s chasing— “That’s it.”

There’s a counterpoint; Eddie’s fingers in his hair, against his scalp, and his hips, the thick curve of his dick pressed to Buck’s.

“Eddie,” he manages to get out.

“You can have it,” Eddie grits out, dropping his free hand to Buck’s ass and dragging him up. Buck punches out a groan, body quivering as he his orgasm starts to build, pleasure pulsing at the base of his spine. Eddie’s breathing in his ear, there’s the rustle of fabric, and Buck can smell the fading scent of Eddie’s cologne.

“Please,” Buck bites out.

“Take it,” Eddie says, biting at the curve of Buck’s jaw. “You can have whatever want.”

Buck sobs out Eddie’s name as he grinds his hips down, lost in the sensations of Eddie’s hands, his voice, the pleasure cresting up and over, drowning out everything but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

_______

“You with me?”

Buck hums, craking open an eye. They’re still on the couch, his pants feel gross, but Eddie’s stroking a hand down his back so Buck can deal.

“Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck says.

Eddie shifts a little, extricating himself enough to grab the water bottle. Buck makes a disgruntled noise, but can’t deny he’s thirsty. When Eddie’s satisfied he’s drunk enough, they settle back, Eddie’s hand drfiting through his hair. “Move in with me.”

Buck’s body tenses. “Eddie—”

“I’m asking,” Eddie says, and when Buck pulls back, he can see the apprehension on Eddie’s face. “Not telling. And no,” he adds, “it’s not pity.”

“I can get over it.”

Eddie doesn’t answer. He gestures for Buck to lie back down and after a momentary hesitation, Buck does, sinking against the lines of Eddie’s body. He’s lulled into comfort by the press of Eddie’s hands against his back and neck, the steady rhythm of Eddie’s chest rising and falling.

“Part of me thinks I’ll never be over Shannon,” Eddie says. Buck hardly dares breathe. “I’ve always thought I wasn’t good enough,” Eddie continues, burying his face in Buck’s hair. “And yet every time I look up, there you are. Still here.”

The words take a moment to resonate; Buck’s broken and splintered, but Eddie is too. Maybe their damaged parts match up, maybe they don’t. Somehow, they fit together anyway, and Eddie’s been here. He’s still here, Chris safe with friends because Buck needs him.

“I’ve never been a priority,” Buck rasps out.

“Yes you have,” Eddie says with a certainty that makes Buck wants to hold on and never let go. “You and Chris? You have to know you’re everything.”

Buck tightens his grip on Eddie. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Eddie huffs a breath. “I know. Neither do I, sometimes, but I’m not letting you go, Buck.”

“Promise?”

Gentle pressure on Buck’s chin tilts his head up and he stares into Eddie’s eyes and Buck’s breath catches in his throat at the expression on Eddie’s face. “You have every part of me that doesn’t belong to Chris.”

When Eddie kisses him, Buck lets himself fall.

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #otp: i forgive you #fic by me

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nat-roman0ff · 4 years

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the smell after rain

the smell after rain

chris evans x female reader word count: 3,421 warnings: smut; oral (male & female recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it, and all that), and some naughty words. - summary: it’s a rainy day, so you and chris do what you do best - fuck. a/n: i don’t think i can ever not write smut anymore. - Rain pangs against the glass of the windows that surround you. It’s late morning, but the dreary rainy day has casted a shade of grey in the usually sunny back room. It’s your favorite room in Chris’s Massachusetts farm house; enclosed in glass, looking out into the lush vast backyard and acres of privacy. It’s that weird time of year in New England between winter and spring where everything is cold and wet but the trees are budding and the grass is bright green and your allergies are revolting against you.

You sniff loudly, not on purpose, but it’s enough for Chris to lift his head from the book he’s buried in.

“Allergies still?” He gives you a soft look from the sofa across the room.

You nod from the chase lounge and pull your throw blanket up tighter, readjusting the book in your hand.

Days like these are your favorite; quiet, spent together but given much needed space. The record player spins a Stevie Wonder vinyl and a mug of hot coffee is by your side. It's the kind of day where nothing extraordinary happens, where you don’t know if it’s 8am or noon, the kind that you can get lost in pure existence.

“Do you want some more coffee?” Chris asks, gesturing to the half empty mug on the small table beside you.

“Please?”

Your boyfriend grins, “of course.”

Chris crosses the room, planting a kiss on the top of your head and leaving the room with your mug. You place your book down, pages split across your chest and sigh, wishing you could just breathe through your goddamn nose normally again. With a frustrated groan, you close your eyes and lean back, focusing on the pleasant rhythm of the rain bouncing around the glass room.

You’re snapped from it when you hear the soft pat of Chris’s footsteps coming back in. You lift your heavy head and grin, Chris cocks his head and gives an empathetic look.

“I brought you some meds -”

“I don’t need to take anything,” you groan, “it’s just allergies I’ll be f—”

You’re cut off by your own sneeze and Chris opens his palm to reveal the two pills in his hand, “take it. I’m tired of listening to you sniffle every thirty seconds.”

“Fine,” you glare, making sure to sniff extra loud.

You sit up in the lounger and take a sip of your warm coffee. It burns the tip of your tongue, and you make a mental note to remind Chris not to put so much sugar in your next cup. He settles back onto the sofa across from you; an ugly old red couch that somehow fits into the cozy space the two of you were sharing. Feeling lonely, you get up, tiptoeing across the room to stand in front of your boyfriend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, a blueprint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You pout, “I wanna cuddle.”

“I’m reading,” he replies, and looks back down to his book, crossing his legs across the cushions, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

You take a half step closer, the tops of your bare thighs touching the spine of his book, “please? I’m cold and lonely.”

“You’re the one who decided not to wear pants,” Chris tuts as he turns the page, not bothering to look up.

You bite your lower lip for a second with a thought; you love the teasing, and Chris loves it too. He loves to leave you desperate and begging for him, at any cost. You’re not sure why the feeling suddenly came over you. It wasn’t necessarily a craving of lust, although that was never something you’d turn down with Chris, but more of an overwhelming feeling of intimacy. The want to be close to him, to melt into his edges and him into yours. To leave you bare and naked until you were nothing more than a series of silent screams and Godly declarations, limbs intertwined, fingers grabbing at anything they can touch.

It starts in your feet, the tingling. Then it works up your spine, raising each little hair on your arms until it charges in your fingertips. You stand dazed in front of your nonchalant boyfriend, dizzy at the thought of him fucking you senselessly into that goddamn ugly ass couch he’s had since he was twenty.

“Please, baby?” You whine, toying with the bottom hem of Chris’s oversized shirt that you wore.

Chris licks his lips, his eyes flickering to watch the way your fingertips dance across your skin, craving to touch you, but knowing he has to wait just a little longer. He adjusts himself slightly, hoping you won’t notice.

You do, and you smirk to yourself.

“No,” he says sternly, “I have to read this for a role and it’s getting to a good part. Later, I promise.”

He knows you’re a woman who refuses to admit defeat. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you, one of the reasons he has a velvet lined box hidden in the bathroom air vent waiting for the perfect time to present you with the shiny engagement ring inside of it. He knows you’re a woman who refuses to admit defeat, but if there’s anyone who can match your stubbornness,

it’s him.

“I’ll suck your dick,” you offer.

It catches him off guard and he chokes on his own spit, “what?”

“I’ll suck your dick,” you repeat, “keep reading, I’ll take care of you.”

You drop to your knees and Chris still stares at you in bewilderment. It definitely wasn’t the first time you’d sucked his dick, nor had it been the first time in this room, or on this couch, or wearing this shirt or on this day of the week. Chris stares at you in bewilderment because he can’t believe how goddamn fucking lucky he got. He swears he must’ve been a saint in a past life.

Chris is half hard when your hand palms over him, he’s thought about you bent over the couch at least a dozen times in the last half hour alone, and another dozen in the five seconds between you dropping to your knees and touching him. His hips move at your touch, when your hand gently runs across the protruding outline of his grey sweatpants. You always tell him they’re a man’s version of lingerie.

He sucks in a sharp breath, trying desperately to concentrate on his book, but your fucking hands. You’re not even properly touching him yet and he’s turning to goo; still two layers of fabric between your skin and his and he’s lost his goddamn mind. You know you’re winning, and he’s starting to realize it too.

Your fingertips play with the waistband of his boxer briefs that stick out just a smidge above his sweatpants, your cold fingertips toying with the edge, grazing the thatch of hair that gathers above it. Finally, your hand disappears under the fabric, palming him under his boxers. Chris lets out a struggled breath, and your eyes flicker to his.

“You’re too easy,” you chuckle.

He sighs, “you’re playing with my ding dong, it’s a little hard to concentrate.”

You snort, “ding dong?”

Before Chris can answer you release his hard cock from it’s cloth prison, your fingers wrapped loosely around it. You bring your head down to give the hearty vein that runs across it a lick, base to tip, swirling your tongue the way he likes.

You waste no time going to work, hallowing your cheeks as you take as much of him in as you can, gagging a little when he hits the back of your throat. Your head bobs, in a slow and steady rhythm, your hand taking care of what your mouth can’t. Chris’s hips buck up into you, hitting the back of your throat again, but the longer you take him, the more you grow used to it. It’s when you’ve taken him all the way that the book falls from his hand and flutters to the floor with a thud.

Chris bundles your hair up in his hands, guiding you up and down on his cock, watching your mouth take him all the way. His fingers tighten into a fist, pulling at your hair as he guides you, “fuck yeah babygirl, just like that. I love watching you take all of me.”

Your fingernails dig into his thighs, moaning against his cock, the vibrations making his eyes roll to the back of his head. When they return and refocus they’re dark.

He has plans for you.

“That’s enough, babygirl,” Chris says, pulling you from him, your lips releasing his hardened cock with a pop.

He lets go of your hair and you quickly wipe away the spit from your mouth and the tiny tears that pricked your eyes from your triggered gag reflex. Chris sits up on the couch, pulling his pants and boxers all the way off and tugging off his tee shirt with one swift movement. You kneel between his legs, looking up at him through thick eyelashes, lusty, lips pink and tingling, the taste of him still on your tongue.

“Stand up,” he orders.

You follow his command and rise in front of him, hands at your side, eagerly awaiting his next demand.

“Take your shirt off. Well, take my shirt off,” he rolls his eyes and grins; even with dark eyes he always lands somewhere soft.

You waste no time taking off the tee shirt. Reaching for the pair of tiny lace underwear you have on, Chris reaches out to stop you, his hand gripping your wrist, “keep those on for now.”

Neither of you move, the chill air in the room pricks at your skin, your nipples standing pert on your breasts. Chris leans forward, his large hands grazing the backs of your legs to bring you closer to him. You take a wobbly half step closer and he plants his mouth on your skin, kissing your lower belly.

Chris kisses as much skin as he can possibly reach; stretching across your stomach, hips and upper thighs. His hands roam freely across your ass, molding the soft flesh there and giving you a squeeze. When he’s satisfied he moves his hands upward to cup your breasts, his fingertips rolling your hardened nipples between them. They’re one of your sensitive spots. One touch there sends a thousand lightening bolts to your sex. You can feel the wetness pooling when flicks his tongue against your left nipple then blows lightly, your head rolling back when he repeats to the other.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Chris says, the sound muffled as he talks with his lips pressed to your skin, “wanna make you come so hard you can’t fucking think straight.”

Chris pulls you closer and on top of him, nipping at your collarbone and neck before placing a single chaste kiss on your lips, “can I make you come now?” He asks, his words gentle, almost a whisper, against your lips.

You let out a breathy laugh, “yeah, you can.”

He grins and adjusts himself, sliding off the edge of the couch and settling his face between your legs, thighs straddling his head. His hands rub your ass, his favorite part of you, giving you a hearty spank before kissing your clothed sex. You squeak at the sensation, and his hand squeezes the flesh of your ass harder, keeping you in place. Your hands grip the backside of the couch, looking out through the glass wall in front of you, pouring rain blurring your sightline to outside.

There’s a quick burn against your skin before you realize Chris has ripped the lace from your body, his hand clutching the shredded remains of your underwear in his fist.

“You asshole! Those are one of my favorites! I could’ve just taken them off. What was the point of that?” You grovel.

Chris chuckles and shrugs, “dramatic effect?”

Before you have a moment to protest his mouth is on you. All your senses are dulled, ears ringing, all you can do is feel. Feel the way his tongue works against your sex, nose nudging against your clit. His beard tickles the inside of your thighs while you place a palm on the glass in front of you. The glass fogs with each breath you take, Chris’s mouth doing overtime on your clit, sucking and lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He adds two fingers at once, sliding them into your wet folds, curling his fingers to reach for your spot. He doesn’t find it on the first try, or the second, or the third. You’re grinding your face against him when he reaches it, your forehead pressing into the cold glass in front of you as you gasp out choked moans.

“Fuck, Chris right there. Don’t fucking stop.”

The rubber band in your lower belly twists when he hits your spot again, your whole body jerking against him. The glass room grows louder from the echoes of your moans, holding nothing back at this point. You don’t care if the neighbors a half mile away hear you.

Chris loves every second of it. He loves making you scream like you’re some kind of fucking porn star, screaming his name, moaning his name. He has the most perfect view of you, eyes screwed shut, a slight sheen of sweat building on your chest, nipples hard and skin pink, ready to burst.

“I’m gonna fucking come soon, please,” you plead, ready for your release.

You can barely take it, the way he knows the exact millisecond before you’re about to come - the way he gets you there only to back off, slow down and build you back up again, over and over until you’re breathless, panting his name between moans and curses.

When he finally lets you go, he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Your hand slides from the glass to grip the back edge of the couch, taking in gasping huge breaths as you try and remember your first name. Chris’s tongue never stops, just slows, lapping up every aftershock your body releases as you come down from your high, your fingers eventually threading through his hair.

“Good?” He asks, letting you fall to the couch.

“Good,” you reply, as he sits beside you, rubbing your back as you return down to planet Earth.

Your eyes fall to his lap, and his pink, sore, throbbing cock, “want me to help with that?”

“No rush, babygirl.”

You muster what strength you do have and straddle his lap, grinding yourself against him, getting him slick and ready for you. Chris’s face disappears in your neck, buried in your hair, kissing your skin tacky with sweat. You reach between the two of you and give him a couple pumps before guiding him into you. Chris groans from somewhere deep inside of him when you bottom out. You don’t move, giving your body a second to adjust.

“It’s going to take me a second,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his already in an iron lock around your waist, “I’m still sensitive.”

“Take your time, I’m not gonna last long anyways,” he grunts.

Your walls clench around him and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. He might not be begging you to move, but his cock is, so you start slow. The first time sparks something in you, still not fully off your last high. You start thinking you might not last very long either.

Chris loves when you ride him, he loves being able to hold you close while you fuck him. He loves watching you bounce, and the way you throw your head back when you come all over him. He loves watching you let go and fall apart on him, the rawness of it all. It’s not perfect; you’d fallen off the bed more times than he could count, or that one time you came so hard you accidentally punched a hole in the wall. It’s not perfect, but it’s you.

He loosens his vice grip around your waist to properly watch you, brushing your hair over your shoulders to see your breasts bounce in front of him. You grip his shoulders, nails digging little crescent moons into his skin. You’re heading towards your high faster this time; the fullness of him overwhelms you, and when he adds the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, it’s game over.

Chris rubs circles into your clit as you ride him, skin slapping against skin. Beads of sweat pool at your temples, and the room begins to feel overwhelmingly hot, but your skin is still cool and clammy to the touch. The heat rises from your limbs, your fingers and toes, into your chest, and sternum and lands in your lower belly. It’s like waiting for an incoming tide. You work yourself harder on him, moving faster than ever, Chris trying to keep up as you chase desperately after your second high.

“Faster,” you breathe, and he quickens his pace, rubbing sloppy circles against your clit, hoping one of them will hit just right.

You feel it, fast and hard, the tide coming to shore. Your second orgasm is stronger than the first, and you can feel your wetness leak over Chris’s thighs, skin slick as you moan out his name over and over threaded with colorful phrasing.

Without any time to come down, Chris wraps a strong arm around you, “I need you just a little bit longer babygirl,” he says, lifting you and bringing the both of you to the floor, the rug scratchy against your back.

“I don’t know if I can,” you say, breathless, your limbs weak.

Chris wastes no time thrusting back into you, jaw clenched tight, crease in the middle of his forehead strong with concentration, “one more for me, okay?” He says.

You nod your head and look at the glass ceiling, watching the rain pound against it and slide down the apex of the roof. It takes all of your strength to wrap your legs around Chris’s waist, pulling him in closer.

His thrusts grow sloppier with each one, the veins in his strong arms protruding, his skin shiny with sweat. Chris leans forward on one elbow, using his other arm to slide under you and prop up your lower body, allowing him a new angle. You both moan as he hits your spot over and over again. His thrusting is impossibly fast, slamming into you with all he has left in him. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with the breathless pants of your symphony.

You reach for Chris’s hand and intertwine your fingers with his. You can tell he’s close, he’s getting sloppy and slower, and finally he hits your spot in the way that leaves you seeing nothing but static stars. It’s a sucker punch to the gut; there’s no screaming his name, just a gasp of air and then a dizzying freefall back to reality.

Chris finishes soon after, with a flurry of your name intertwined with ‘I love yous’. He collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck and hair, breathing you in every way he can.

It’s quiet in the room again. The rain pours as it has all day and streaks against the glass walls, muddying the outside world. The two of you lay there a while, your fingers lingering up and down his sides, his skin prickling under your touch. His body had changed, he’d grown softer around his edges. Not that you minded; you preferred him on the softer side. He was better to cuddle with.

“That was nice,” you hum.

Chris lifts his head, “I just made you come three times, I would hope it was more than ‘nice’,” he laughs.

You snort and roll into him, hitching a leg over his hip, “it was amazing. Top ten performance.”

He smiles, “well I’m certainly glad to hear it was one of my better performances. You feeling better?”

You breathe through your nose

You breathe through your nose.

“Oh my god! I can breathe through my nose again!” You exclaim.

Chris wraps his arm around you and squeezes tight, pecking your nose, “good. Want to go make some naked lunch? Should probably carb up after that.”

“Oh thank God, I’m starving.”

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic

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pocketsizeddemon · 4 years

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Yule - Bang Chan Smut

I’ve been wanting to write a second part to Beltane since... well since I wrote Beltane. So with Yule coming tomorrow, I wrote this baby! Happy Yule my darlings and Happy Holidays in general~

Bang Chan smut, 2.3k words, AO3

It was well into winter already. You could see it in the nights that were getting longer and the brightly decorated shop windows. But most importantly you could feel it was getting colder, it was finally “hoodie season” as your boyfriend would say. The boyfriend who was lately way too busy.

Chris and his group were currently promoting their new album and you’d be lucky if you got to see him a few hours a week, but really you couldn’t blame him. You knew all too well how time-consuming and exhausting his job was, and also how much he loved doing it, you just missed him terribly. But hopefully tonight, the longest night of the year, this would change. You wouldn’t really call it a date or anything but he had promised to you, since he’d have the weekend off that you could watch movies and spend time together.

He arrived late in the evening. As it seemed appropriate for the occasion and the terribly cold weather you had lit up the fireplace a few hours ago and the house was cozily warm. He found you sitting on the couch with a notebook in your hand, a warm cup of tea, wearing one of his hoodies that looked adorably oversized on you and barely covered your bare thighs. He smiled softly as he took of his coat and put his backpack away on the counter and quietly sat next to, trying to not distract you from your task.

“What’d you got there baby?” he asked and giggled as you let out a tiny scream. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in, I was doing something.” you answered, laughing along as you placed your notes on the coffee table and gave him a big hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. They made you feel so warm and fuzzy… They felt like home.

“Just writing down a presents’ list. I want to make sure I didn’t forget anyone.” You answered while nuzzling closer to him, leaving a tiny kiss on his cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too” he answered as he softly held your face and kissed you. “And I must say, coming home to you wearing my hoodie…that’s the best way to welcome me. You look so cute.” You blushed ever the slightest and playfully pushed him away. “Any presents left to buy?” he questioned, checking out your mostly checked list.

“Nope everything’s all set. I just need to finish the last few cards and I can ship them all out on Monday… which is technically on time but not really.” You giggled. “Gift-giving is a Yule tradition after all, so I should be done by today.”

“Yule?” Chris scrunched his nose. “Isn’t that the winter solstice?”

You nodded. “Yes! And it’s actually were many Christmas traditions come from. The Yule Log, the tree, even the gifts are all much older than <<Christmas>>. Oh! Speaking of which!” you beamed and hopped up, giving him a peak of the lovely white lace panties that you were wearing underneath his hoodie in the progress. You ran to your bedroom carrying a bag decorated with a big bow and gave it to him. His joy could not be hidden when he carefully unwrapped camera you had bought for him, smiling fondly as he remembered that he had told you how he was really starting to get into photography lately. He hugged you tightly, thanking you and already thinking of all the pictures he could take.

“So,” he asked after a few minutes “what are the plans for today babygirl?”

“Hmm… I don’t know. You came straight from practice so we can just watch movies and cuddle if you want.” You said with a shrug. Honestly as long you got to cuddle him you were perfectly fine with anything. He bit his lip in thought.

“You know what would get this on a whole other level of coziness?” he said, looking way too serious for the casualty of the matter at hand. “Let’s build a pillow fort!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his cute expression and beaming smile though you were certain yours was just the same. His idea was indeed really nice.

Getting down to what wouldn’t really count as work, but more as a playful treasure hunt, you gathered chairs, sheets, blankets and all kinds of pillows to build the perfect fort. It took you the rest of the evening to make but it was all worth it, you thought to yourself as you added one last detail : a leftover string of fairy lights, from decorating the other day, which made it all the more cozy. As he was setting up your laptop, you quickly sneaked into the kitchen to make two hot cocoas for both of you.

You snuggled into the warm and cozy fort, sipping your warm drinks and enjoying your movie and most of all each other’s companies. It wasn’t long until you were laughing along with How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Halfway through you were only partially paying attention as Chris had gotten busy leaving sweet kisses all over your face between your guys’ giggles. By the end of the movie he was comfortably nuzzled on your shoulder, leaving small kisses on your jaw and neck while you played with his soft fluffy hair, letting out small content hums.

As soon as the credits rolled he lazily shuffled to your laptop, closed it and pushed it on the nearest chair. You laid comfortably between the pillows, making grabby hands for him to come back, with your cute sweater paws. And return he did, wriggling over you, supporting himself so that he wouldn’t fall on top of you. He stared at your warm smile under the soft lighting of the fire and fairylights, his eyes so full love.

“Help me! I’m feeling!” he comically quoted the movie, dipping down to kiss your lips. You gently pulled him down for a second… and then a third and fourth, each kiss deeper and more heated than the last. He traced your bottom lip with his tongue, wordlessly asking for permission to take this further and you complied, weaving your fingers into his hair. Warm fingers were soon pressing into your thighs, sneaking their way under your shirt to feel more of you.

He was headed lower, peppering open mouthed kisses all over your neck and shoulder, softly biting your clavicle as he was desperately trying to expose more skin. Raising the hem of the hoodie just a little higher, he moved towards your chest were he could continue his sweet teasing, leaving you breathless. You squirmed as his warm lips ghosted over your sensitive nipples and your hips bucked when he sucked one of them in his mouth. And still he continued, with small loving kisses on your tummy and a tantalizing nibble on your hipbone.

Completely ignoring the place you wanted him most, he turned to your thighs, getting comfortable between your legs and taking his sweet time kissing your inner thighs, playfully biting and sucking small hickeys on them, both a warning for what would come next and a reminder for the following days. A chill ran through your spine as he reached the edge of your panties and a whimper that you hadn’t realize you were holding escaped your lips. The light of the fire made his eyes look like honey as he gazed up to you through his eyelashes, teasingly kissing your lower lips through the lace garment and smirking a devilish smirk when he heard you moan. Like a silent plea, one of your hands was grabbing at his shoulder, pulling on his hoodie, almost begging him to take it off.

As much as wanted to keep on teasing you, tonight was the first time he had you all to himself in a while and he didn’t plan on spending all of it like this. He did quick work with taking off his own hoodie and pants, and then slowly removed your panties before he lied down between your legs. Your fingers were in his hair as his hot breath hit your bare pussy. His tongue touched you next as he took him time to warm you up, moaning as if you were the sweetest caramel he had ever tasted.

You almost had forgotten how skillful his tongue was, slow long strokes exploring your folds, softly flicking and sucking on your clit then licking again. He was truly taking his time with you, instead of rushing to make up for the weeks he hadn’t touched you, he was going slowly yet in an overwhelmingly passionate rhythm that was making you moan and whimper, matching the movements of your hips with his tongue’s. And oh did he love hearing your sounds. It was a truly rare occasion to have you so open, exposed and unapologetically vocal and all for him.

“C-Chris, please. I need more please~” You groaned out in exasperation. And he was happy to comply, stopping his ministrations with a last teasing lick and sitting up. He was almost sad to discard the last piece of clothing off of you, his hoodie, and then took of his boxers, freeing his hard cock. With small kisses he made his way up to your lips again, giving you a much rougher kiss while grinding his erection on your wet folds

You sighed, as he teased your entrance, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him to move. The drop of his jaw was barely registered when he filled you up, as your hands reached for his shoulders, moaning out at the sudden stretch. He started a slow pace and shallow thrusts, wanting to give you some time to get used to his size and mostly just enjoying being so close to you.

With breathless whispers of I-love-yous he kept going slow and steady, switching between kissing your lips and softly nibbling on your neck. You were overwhelmed by how gentle and loving yet passionate he was, truly seizing your first time alone in a long time. This wasn’t a simple quick fuck, hidden away and trying to stay quiet. He was sweetly making love to you, pouring out his feelings in every single move of his hips and each tiny kiss on your skin.

Just like his thrusts started growing faster and deeper, so did your moans grew louder. Your nails were scratching on his sculpted back, making him hiss and riling him up to go harder. He could feel you tighten around his cock in return and low groans left his throat. You were matching him beat for beat, pushing back against him as you felt your orgasm approach, pleading him to go just a little faster, you were almost there.

Knowing his own high was approaching just as fast, feeling that tightening knot in his abdomen, he picked up the pace. In an instant your noises filled the little room, your back arching off of the soft futon on the floor, squirming around his cock. Feeling your convulsing walls was more than Chris could take and with a few more thrusts he was cumming deep inside of you.

You ended up falling asleep in the fort, all warm and cozy, comfortably cuddled up together, way too lazy and fucked out to even consider moving to the bed. The morning sun woke you up as it shone through your balcony door and over one of the blankets that have fallen overnight. You turned around in Chris’ embrace, who had somehow ended up spooning you in his sleep, finding him still fast asleep. His arms instinctively hugged you a little tighter, a gesture that only made the warm feeling inside you grow.

The thought to wriggle away from your cuddly boyfriend’s hug and warm blankets into the cold room seemed insane and so you stayed there, counting Chris’ light freckles. You probably cooed a little too loud at an exceptionally cute constellation on his cheeks because he sleepily opened his eyes. As soon as he realized that he was holding you instead of his usual pillow he stirred, memories from last night flooding in making his smile mirror yours.

“Good morning babygirl.” He said, his voice still rough from sleep.

“Good morning baby.” You answered stretching as you got up. “I’m going to go wash up and get started with breakfast.” you told him with a kiss before making your way to the bathroom.

He joined you in the kitchen a little later, as you had just started making coffee. Still slow from sleep and his hair adorably fluffy, he walked behind you giving you a back hug and resting his head on your shoulder. He seemed to get a little more awake as his backpack caught his eye, left on the counter from last night. Opening it quietly as he was fumbling around with the compartments, while you grabbed a few muffins from the box you had bought the other day and set them on the table along with the coffee cup. He followed you, holding a tiny box.

“I was going to give it to you as an early Christmas present yesterday, but we got a little carried away yesterday.” He giggled as he opened the box for you, revealing a delicate silver moon necklace. “For you,” he continued “my moon in the darkest nights.” He told you as he fastened the accessory in the back of your neck. “I love you, babygirl.”

“I love you too, Chris.” You said with a soft blush blooming on your cheeks as you pulled him down for a kiss.

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icarusbuck · 4 years

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17. give me a minute or an hour

FOX! 911

∞

"We're here for two days," Buck complained, trailing after Eddie toward an old beat up pickup. "Can't this wait?"

Eddie shook his head and pulled open the passenger door. It had a sticking point and required a bit of muscle and leverage to convince it to open. He gestured to the seat, and Buck sighed as he climbed in.

The problem wasn't the length of their stay, but rather the weather. A rare rainstorm was due the following night, and they were on the last flight out the day after that.

It had to be tonight, but Eddie didn't tell him any of that. He rounded the back of the truck, sparing only a glance into the bed to make sure his request had been honored. Once he'd pulled himself into the driver's seat, he lowered the visor and caught the keys in his hand. The truck rumbled to life a few seconds later and he pointed them towards their destination.

Buck busied himself with the sights. He understood by now that sometimes Eddie didn't want to talk, and it didn't seem to matter why, he waited it out every time. It was one of the things that fell into place for them early on, something his late wife had never seemed to realize.

Eddie drove them outside the city limits and up onto a ridge on the edge of town. On one side of the road lay the city, and on the other the plains. They climbed higher and higher away from the lights and the sounds of civilization, until all that remained was the sky above them laden with stars.

He pulled onto a dirt side road, took it all the way to the end, and finally came to a stop near an old, gnarled tree with bare branches.

"What are we doing out here?" Buck asked, peering up at the branches above them. "Are you going to murder me where no one will ever find me?" He grinned at Eddie, eyes and teeth glinting in the dark.

"Maybe," Eddie allowed, smiling back.

Buck sat back in his seat after giving it some more thought. "What are you up to, Diaz," he muttered to himself.

"Let me show you."

He shoved open his door and hopped out, and hurried around to the other side to wrench Buck's door loose. His attention shifted immediately to the bed of the truck and what lay waiting for them. He climbed up with practiced ease, having done it hundreds of time in his younger years.

"Am I supposed to come up there?" Buck asked dubiously. He leaned against the side of the truck and looked up at Eddie, lit only by the moon and stars above.

"Only if you want to stargaze with me," Eddie replied, crouching down to fix the spread of heavy blankets and one old, lumpy futon mattress.

Buck raised an eyebrow at him. "You planned this," he guessed, following Eddie's path up to straddle the side wall.

"What, you thought I'd bring you to Texas without pulling all my tricks?" Eddie clicked his tongue and stepped over to where Buck sat. He bent over and put his hands on his knees, bringing their faces level with one another. "We've only got two days, cariño. I gotta make it count."

Buck let out a breath and leaned closer, tipping his head for a kiss.

"Patience," Eddie said, smirking as he ducked away. He crouched down and fell back onto the blankets, testing their cushion first and holding his hand out second. "Come here."

He didn't need to be told twice. Buck scrambled to pull his leg over the side of the truck and threw himself down beside Eddie eagerly.

Once they'd both gotten comfortable, Eddie let out a breath he'd been holding ever since they left Los Angeles. Going home wasn't the hardest part, although recent tensions with his parents hadn't made it any easier.

It was the traveling that he hated the most. Chris wasn't able to tote his own luggage just yet, and Eddie hated checking a bag, so it was always a challenge to pack clothes for the both of them into one duffel bag. After that hurdle came TSA, which was bad enough when he flew alone. Taking Chris through them always sapped his patience. They eyed Christopher's walking aids with open suspicion or worse, disdain.

Then came the actual going home part, after they landed in Texas and took the long taxi ride out to the house Eddie had grown up in. Several aunts and uncles were there when they pulled up out front, too impatient to wait for the party the following day. It wasn't a long trip to El Paso, but he'd anticipated a quiet dinner with his parents. He should have known better.

It had been hours since he could just sit and hold Buck's hand and not have to worry about being late or going to the wrong terminal.

Eddie took in a deep breath of crisp, cool air and sighed audibly. His mind wandered back to the present, and he realized Buck was staring at the side of his head after another slow breath. He smiled slightly.

"How much longer are you gonna look at me instead of this sky?" Eddie muttered, almost afraid that speaking too loudly would break the spell of calm.

Buck snorted softly and turned onto his side. He pressed the length of his body against Eddie's and stretched his leg across Eddie's hips, bringing them ever closer. His cold nose nuzzled into Eddie's cheek, and when he spoke, he matched Eddie's quiet tone.

"Baby, you could give me a minute or an hour, and it still wouldn't be long enough."

The blunt words hit Eddie where they always did. His chest ached sweetly and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. Buck was good at making Eddie feel like he was standing in sunlight even in pure darkness. His love washed over Eddie and stunned him.

Buck slid his hand up Eddie's chest and cupped his cheek, pulling Eddie around until their lips met. He wrapped his arm around Buck's shoulders as they kissed and took their time. There was no need to hurry, nothing pressing to get back to. There were just the two of them, and what had fostered between them over the last several months.

When they parted several minutes later, Buck pressed their foreheads together, his thumb stroking lightly over Eddie's skin.

"Look up," Eddie whispered, rubbing his nose against Buck's.

Buck relented. He turned onto his back with a smile and took Eddie's hand, linking their fingers together.

#fictober20 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on fox #usermone #ok ok ok i got u some soft and tender buddie to make up for the angst i put u thru

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stydiaeverafter · 4 years

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Ch. 5: Love is Sweet

Day 5: Hot & Sexy | Domestic (I did both)

For the @buddiefirstkissweek event

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** Warning sexual content is in this chapter ** (Rated: M)

Summary: Eddie and Buck have the house to themselves. Keeping their hands off one another proves to be a challenge.

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Christopher had left for camp. The house was quiet, eerily so. His son leaving was a void that couldn’t be filled in his heart.

Yes, it was only two weeks, but it was still bringing Eddie back to when he had re-enlisted into the military, running away from the hardships life had brought onto his family.

That’s not what was happening here, but his heart still hurt.

Buck had been the one that reminded him that this would be good for Christopher. He would grow and see what he could do, without Eddie being the helicopter dad.

Which had been a surprise; Buck missed him just as much as he did, but Buck knew what he had needed.

Work had kept them both very busy, and their shifts hadn’t matched up lately. So hanging out in their spare time hadn’t been a possibility.

Eddie was about to go tell Cap. what was going on between them, so they could have the same shifts.

But truthfully, he was enjoying their time together without an audience. They had been moving into this new territory of their relationship, and that was scary enough.

Eddie looked out the window at the sunset, as it painted the evening sky like paints running down a canvas.

It looked like it was going to be another night like the one before.

He ordered a pizza and cracked open a beer as he flipped through the channels. Shutter Island was just starting. This one was a good one with Leo DiCaprio.

As he was getting into the horror movie, the knock at the door startled him as he jumped what seemed like a foot off of the couch. “Shit!”

He shook his head as he grabbed his wallet for the pizza. When he opened the door, there stood Buck, holding the pizza box in his hand, “Now this smells good!”

Eddie smiled in surprise, “Buck?”

“No, the Easter Bunny!”

“Shut it,” Eddie replied with a laugh. “What are you doing here? What about your shift tonight?”

“I swapped out with Hen.”

Eddie’s heart fluttered. Yes, fluttered. Buck had that effect on him. “What reason did you give?”

Buck faked a cough, “I think I’m coming down with something, Doc.” He smiled and winked. “Uh, can I come in? This pizza is freaking hot!”

“Oh yea,” Eddie said, opening the door wide, “Come in.” As Buck made his way in and walked to the kitchen, Eddie looked out the front door and yelled to Buck, “Where did the delivery person go? I didn’t pay.”

“I did!” Buck called.

Eddie shook his head and closed the door. He made his way to Buck, “Why’d you do that?” He saw Buck brought some beers as well.

Buck shrugged as he pulled out some plates, “I figured I was crashing your pizza night, and I needed to contribute.”

“I can think of other ways you can contribute, Buck.”

Buck froze and put the plates down on the counter. “Oh, is that so? And we haven’t even had dinner yet, and already moving to dessert….”

“With you, it’s always dessert.”

“I have been told I taste quite sweet.”

Eddie laughed, “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you, babe.” Buck walked over to him and pulled Eddie in by the waist. Their lips touched and the joking nature seemed to melt away. “I missed you,” Buck whispered into his mouth.

Eddie’s lips were caressing Buck’s as he touched his face softly, “I missed you, too. I’m so glad you faked sick.”

“Me too. You can be my doctor,” Buck replied with a grin, as he deepened the kiss. He pulled Eddie up closer and tighter to him as they rubbed up against each other.

There was always this hunger between them. Eddie hoped it never would fade away.

He moved from Buck’s lips to his neck and sucked gently, then licked his way up his throat.

Buck moaned and grabbed Eddie’s hair, his hips jacking forward. “God, you’re always so good at this.”

“Baby,” Eddie said as he pulled away slightly, “you haven’t seen nothin’ yet.” Eddie pushed him up against the wall as his lips found Buck’s again.

He pushed his tongue in Buck’s mouth and bit his lower lip with just enough pain that would get Buck to respond. It worked.

Buck, who was up against the wall, slid his hands into the back of Eddie’s sweatpants. Thank God he had removed his jeans before this surprise visit.

It was his turn to moan, as Buck gripped his ass and ran a few fingers under the material there. When a finger slid in and went between his cheeks, Eddie threw his head back.

“You’re so sexy, Diaz.”

“Mmm...likewise,” Eddie moaned, as Buck’s hands moved to the front. When he finally gripped him, Eddie’s eyes rolled back. It was delicious and he wanted more of it.

As if Buck had read his mind, he broke the kiss and moved down Eddie’s body, tugging the sweats and underwear down.

Buck was now on his knees and gave a little smile as he took Eddie into his mouth.

“Fuck….” Eddie cried out, as his hands hit the wall.

His lover was working him so well; taking him all the way back as he squeezed his ass. Eddie had never felt this turned on in his life.

The fact that it was Evan Buckley down on his knees, sucking on him, was enough to make him come so hard he saw stars.

Buck took it all and swallowed. He looked up with rosy cheeks as he wiped his red plump lips, “Delicious.”

Eddie was trying to catch his breath, “That was...wow….”

“Thank you, my love,” Buck smiled that beautiful amused smile. He pulled Eddie’s clothes back up in place and stood up. “Did that meet your hunger a bit?”

“Damn right it did,” Eddie replied, wiping his forehead. “Who needs pizza when you can get the best blow job around?”

Buck laughed, “I’m flattered, Ed, really… but actually, I need pizza.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie exclaimed as he pushed Buck towards the pizza. He looked down and smirked, “But I think afterward I better return the favor.” Buck was clearly as hard as a brick.

“I won’t say no to that,” Buck said as he moved in to give Eddie a small kiss.

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Dinner was delicious, but it was the fact that he was sitting next to Eddie on the couch that was grasping his attention. Food be damned.

They were watching Shutter Island, and Buck couldn’t help but jump at certain parts. He just laughed to hide the fact it was freaky as hell.

His heart started pounding when Eddie pulled him back against his chest, putting a blanket on both of them.

Buck smiled. This was perfect, almost as perfect as having Eddie in his mouth. He closed his eyes at the memory. Not that he wasn’t enjoying this moment, but he wanted his mouth full again.

He tried to change the subject for a moment, “It’s quiet without Chris.”

“Too quiet.”

“I miss my buddy,” Buck replied honestly. He wasn’t going to be emotional about this. He had to stay strong for Eddie.

“Me too,” Eddie said. “So much.”

Buck looked back at him, “He’ll be back before you know it. But hey, if you want, I can stay here while he’s gone...so you don’t, ya know, get lonely.”

Eddie smiled and kissed Buck’s forehead, “I would love for you to stay. Feels complete with you here.”

Buck couldn’t agree more. He pulled Eddie’s arms around him and rubbed gently.

They continued watching the movie until Buck started getting all twitchy. He wanted Eddie, all of Eddie. The waiting was too difficult.

The two of them were linked. They had to be. Because Eddie’s hands, which were on Buck’s arms, moved down Buck’s stomach.

Buck smiled as Eddie undid his belt, “I thought you were watching the movie?”

“I can’t watch anything but you, mi amor.”

Buck loved it when Eddie spoke Spanish, especially to him. It was so sexy.

Eddie’s hand moved under his underwear and gripped him tightly. Buck leaned back and moaned. The moans Eddie brought out of his mouth could be his new language.

He moved back further onto Eddie’s chest, as Eddie moved his legs wider apart and nipped Buck’s ear.

“Hungry?” Buck nodded widely. Eddie lifted Buck’s shirt off and he motioned for Buck to lean on the other side of the couch. That’s when he saw the ice-cream. “I do believe it’s time for dessert.”

“I thought we already had it?”

Eddie shook his head, “You did...I didn’t.” He opened the vanilla ice-cream and dropped it onto Buck’s chest. Buck jerked and bit his lip. Eddie’s tongue shot out and he licked all the way up Buck.

Buck gripped the side of the couch as he leaned back further. Hell, this was enough to make him melt.

Eddie took a spoonful in his mouth and his expression was full of hunger. It was enough to make Buck come on the spot.

Lowering his head, Eddie sucked on Buck’s nipples and Buck swore loudly. Good thing his little buddy wasn’t around for this show.

Eddie continued moving up and down his body until he was where Buck desperately wanted him.

“Please….” he begged. Yes, begged.

“I know, baby,” Eddie murmured against his skin. He kissed Buck gently through his briefs and his tongue moved out to dampen the material.

Buck was breathing so fast, just wanting more. He begged again as Eddie pulled him out. His hard length parted his mouth, and the vision of Eddie taking him into his mouth was overwhelming.

The sucking and the cold from the ice-cream were a combination driving him over the edge. Eddie moved up and down with that perfect mouth and his hands. Buck couldn’t hold on any longer; he yelled out Eddie’s name as he released into his lover’s mouth.

Eddie licked his lips, “You’re much sweeter.”

“Damn, Diaz...that was….” Buck said shakily, as words failed him. His body was trembling from the pleasure he was given.

“I know the feeling. You and that talented mouth of yours didn’t disappoint.” He moved up Buck’s body and kissed him softly.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Love was sure sweet.

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7 Free day [Songs]

F!ve Christmasses

<*buckle up*>

A Christmas that never was

A - Another Christmas, Another empty house, Another reason,There is no Santa Claus, May all your Christmasses be white,Though mine are blue, It's just another Christmas without you

Buck took another swig from his glass that matched his eyes. Not that he could notice that with how watery they were now.

Who was he to ask them to stay though?

The music station he'd landed on was ironically perfect for how he felt but horrible at the same time.

What was he supposed to have told them even if he did? 'Take me with you'?

Buck looked at a picture of Christopher and Eddie from when they went to the zoo together a while back.

A ding interrupted the song as he saw Eddie had sent a message to everyone. It was a picture of Christopher smiling on his back holding a snowball. How cute?

A drop of water fell upon his screen and for a second Buck thought it was his A.C. until he realized no it was him.

Where did the empty hole in his chest come from?

It was just another couple of days then things would go back to normal. Right?

Maddie and Chimney were on their honeymoon. Hen and Karen had their new child who was warming to them and Denny. Bobby and Athena had May back with them and Harry and were celebrating Michael's recovery.

When would he finally be able to do something about his feeling?

Buck took the bottle and before he could have a second thought downed the half that was left, straight into the sink. He wouldn't put Bobby through seeing him like this, had to stop it now before. Just before.

He grabbed some water and began his trek up the stairs letting the darkness claim the lower floor.

Sip after slow sip Buck got his eye's clearer. He sent a "hope you're having fun, give my little bud a hug for me please" before silencing his phone.

Feeling emotional drained even when he'd done was nothing but sit around and cry for a bit Buck settled into bed. His comforter welcomed him not like a warm hug but as a hollow one.

12:01 am. The clock read. "Merry Christmas." He whispered to no one.

In the morning he'd be fine. He'd shower get to work and go to the party he'd been invited to later. Alone.

But for now he just needed to sleep. To forget about how miserable he felt for a couple of hours.

It wasn't anyone's fault.

Why did they have to leave?

He missed them so much. Did they miss him too? He wished they'd come back as his thoughts drifted into sleep.

A Christmas that was meant to be

β - Feeling Christmas all around, And I'm trying to play it cool, but it's hard to focus when I see you walking around the room, let it snow, it's blasting now, but I won't get in the mood, I'm avoiding every mistletoe until in know, it's true love that he thinks of, so next Christmas, I'm not all alone, boy

"Where did all the mistletoe go?" Chimney asked Hen as they walked upstairs.

Buck was sitting with Eddie. This two day Christmas was looking to be a dull one.

No very close or exciting calls but they weren't complaining on this Christmas eve. They'd be home for a bit tomorrow but back in later on in the day.

"Yeah. I noticed that too. Did Bobby tell you anything about it?" Eddie asked looking back at Buck.

"Huh? No. Maybe we lost a few last year or they were getting old and falling apart." Buck shrugged while sipping some hot chocolate Bobby made earlier.

They wouldn't find where Buck had stashed them. Well not till after Boxing day and it'd be too late by then. No kiss grenades this holiday season.

Eddie got up to get himself a cup as Buck's eyes never left him. Hen and Chim may have seen him but they didn't say anything though however painful it was to watch.

"So buck, you coming with Maddie and me for Christmas or ya got other plans?" Chim asked from hiding his hand of cards from Hen.

"Yeah. Probably party hop. Think Eddie's gonna have his abuela over and said I was welcome to swing by. How 'bout y'all Hen?"

"We're going to Athena's to drop off some gifts and visit for a bit then it's a movie marathon while watching Denny play with the new stuff he gets this year."

Eddie came back to sit by Buck taking a good warm gulp.

"Mhm. It's no Abuela hot chocolate but Bobby made it pretty good." He hummed sitting closer as they watched a rerun on t.v..

The alarm blared as Bobby came out of his office.

"Snow machine buried a guy who was drunk on the job. We're closest, let's go."

Buck didn't plan for the others finding the mistletoe hidden under spare heat blankets in the storeroom when they got back.

"Weren't you the last one on cleanup duty?" Hen said looking at him from over the box.

"Oh! That's where they were. I must have came to get something and forgot. Good thing too with all the cold and flu going around really." Buck looked anywhere but at the team as Bobby took the box and placed it in his arms.

"Well it's a good thing we found them before Christmas was over huh? Why don't you go finishing hanging them like I told you to before and I'll get started on dinner." His words left no room for protest even if buck never would anyways.

When he was done putting up the box Eddie laughed at him. "What's so funny?" Buck had to ask.

"This your way of telling people to kiss your ass?" Eddie asked pointing behind Buck.

He felt the mistletoe he'd forgotten in his back pocket. "No. I'm just distracted I guess" buck shook his head.

"You feeling okay?" Eddie asked coming over to feel his forehead.

"Don't dad me. I won't hear the end of it from Bobby." He joked.

"Can't wait to be off so we can relax with mi Abuela and Christopher tomorrow man."

"Well we've only got a couple hours. With any luck we'll be out before the next big call."

As fate would have it buck jinxed them with a house fire from someone deep frying their turkey in the middle of their dinner at the firehouse."I'm sorry." Buck said as they were on their way.

"Not your fault the universe likes picking the worst time Buck." With the fire out they were able to go home.

Buck went to his and picked up some clothes before going to spend the night at Eddie's to Chris's surprise. It was a good Christmas.

"Mistletoe Buck" Christopher shouted as he came back with popcorn before they opened a gift at midnight.

Buck froze as Eddie kissed his cheek then continued into the living room.

He winked at buck but before he could ask they were fully into opening all their gifts except the ones that Abuela would be bringing over. Buck had to ask him later if that was a one time thing.

A Christmas that almost wasn't

− · − · / I'll find my way back home, And light up every tree, We will hang our stockings for you and one for me, 'Cause Santa called me to make sure I'm prepared, He said "Pack your bags and tell them You'll be there",

Buck could put up with anything for them, he would put up with everything for them. Once he was done he'd be coming home.

His dad's passing right now was like one final act of spite against them. Buck didn't care about their inheritance, or the house, or the cars. But responsibility fell on him with mom gone and Maddie in her current state.

At least one of them had to come and with Maddie pregnant he'd bit the bullet. He always would.

Their dad wasn't some monster, more so a ghost before he was even dead. Buck barely remembered much of the time they spent together.

He'd been here since the beginning of December. One week became two and a half and he was getting desperate. With the funeral already long passed and only the house left he was glad they'd been understanding of Maddie skyping for the reading the will.

It was lucky someone already wanted the house and the cars weren't something he'd wanted buck to have anyways.

Now all he had to do was get to the airport for the first flight from Hershey to Los Angeles.

A snowstorm chose two days before Christmas to stop Buck's in his tracks. He stayed at the airport praying that he'd make it home but doubtful with what the news said.

He eyed one of the cleaning staff messing with a Christmas tree as he was throwing away his water.

"Come on. Please. Why do you do this every year?" The young guy had muttered as he tried turning it on again.

"Need some help?" Buck asked coming over.

"No. Sorry sir. The tree's just being finicky." He checked the plugs but it wasn't working.

"Have you seen if any of the bulbs are loose?" Buck asked whilst looking at it.

"What?!"

"If people touch it while walking by they could have messed up a bulb. All it takes is one sometimes to mess up a whole string of lights."

Buck helped him look as within a minute bits were back alight. "Holy shit. Sorry I didn't mean to say that. You know your stuff mister."

Buck laughed. He couldn't be more than a couple years older than this guy.

"Yeah. We used to have people decorate our house a lot. You pick up on things even if it's just watching people work." With that Buck moved back to his seat.

He looked at his phone to see a new message. It was a picture of Christopher standing next to a hanging shelf on the wall where their stockings were. His was on the other side of Chris's opposite Eddie.

"We miss you. Can't wait for you to get back. Christopher says to make sure to tell you we love you." Buck reads as he holds his phone closer to his chest as if it's the last source of warmth in a frozen land.

"Just my luck. Snowstorm. I'll tell you as soon as we're about to leave. I'm coming back, one way or another."

Buck fell asleep somehow in those chairs after securing his bag and phone.

He woke to a person dressed as Santa shaking his shoulder. "What?" He said groggy.

"Shh." They covered their lips and beckoned Buck to follow. Buck's body was on autopilot as he followed.

Santa silently pointing at a single present under the tree. Buck hesitated to pick it up and read his name.

As Santa urged him to open it with a wave of his hand, Buck did so.

It was a little ceramic firefighter figurine that looked like him. The kind you put in a little village on a table.

Buck looked up from his hand but Santa was gone. The next thing he noticed was waking up to people talking.

"Flight 811 now boarding." Buck jumped up too quickly as he moved to get in line. With the snowstorm subsiding even for a while he hoped they'd make it out.

He felt around for the figurine but it wasn't anywhere as he looked to where he was seated.

After texting Eddie that he'd had the weirdest dream but he had to turn off his phone soon for the flight the plane took off.

Buck made it home for Christmas eve with a few hours left to spare.

He got to the house just before 11 to Eddie already opening the door pulling him inside for a kiss.

"God I missed you."

"I missed you too. Both of you."

"Christopher's asleep. Take a shower and let's sleep. He's gonna love seeing you in the morning Buck." Eddie brought his bag over to their room as Buck hopped in the shower.

Buck was already asleep in the bed once he'd dried off in only his towel.

Eddie shook his head getting boxer briefs on him so Christopher wouldn't be seeing him naked in the morning. In their rush he couldn't ask Buck about his dream but it didn't sound bad so it could wait.

Christopher was shaking buck awake shouting you're finally back it's Christmas it's Christmas buck! It was the best way to wake up.

"Presents!" Christopher said only for Eddie to correct him.

"Breakfast first?" He said.

"Breakfast can wait. I want to see Christopher open my gift. How about only one then a breakfast break. I'll start it while you and your dad pick one each." Buck suggested kissing both of them as he got up to start.

Christopher opened a new video game as Eddie picked a dress shirt wrapped around a new thermos. Buck was given a present as he placed the food on the table. Inside was a new wallet with a gift card for one of their favorite restaurants in it.

After they quickly finished their eggs Buck went to check his stocking and froze when he looked down at the same figurine from his dream.

"Hmm. That's cute. Hey look Christopher we got our own too." Eddie said beside buck pulling their stockings to spill them out.

"I had a dream about this?"

"Your psychic?" Eddie joked.

"I dreamed Santa gave me this at the airport but I lost it." Buck said still staring at it with wonder.

"Santa brought you back just like I asked him Buck."Christopher said hugging him.

"Aww. You know I'd come back Christopher. Even if it was late I'd come back for you two." Buck said looking up at Eddie.

A knock at the door had Eddie moving to let their guests in.

A Christmas that could be

Д - singing to the deer in the sky, singing as they jingle, jingle, jingle tonight, singing to the moon, set it free, you're the angel on the top of my tree, singing to the spirit above, sing your heart out with all of your love, Santa's coming for us,

Eddie watched as the Christmas lights danced on Buck's face while they wheeled into the park set up.

"So a Santa Claus went dark side and now we've got a Krampus slasher on the loose?" Buck asked Cap while they drew closer to the crowd.

"No. The police have a very naughty Santa. We've got a stabbing victim and some decorations that have become a hazard so we need to clear them as much we can to prevent more injuries." Bobby said coming to a stop with the mess in view. Chimney and Hen pulled up beside them as they hopped out.

Eddie saw why there was a problem with finding the Santa it was like a mini convention. It unsettled him that whoever it was could possibly get away with it.

Hen was treating the stabbing victim while Chimney looked to see if any other bystanders were hurt.

"Buck, Eddie, we're getting this metal reindeer off her. Ma'am stay still until its completely off and we have you looked at. It doesn't seem you were cut too bad but you should still let us treat you. 1. 2. 3." Bobby ordered as they lifted the heavy lawn ornament.

"I'm fine that fucking reindeer isn't gonna kill me."

"I'm glad to hear you're still in high spirits miss but please let us have a look at you."

Chimney came over to check her after putting a neck brace.

"So these things were stacked?" Eddie asked as he and Buck moved the deer away from it being in the way or people touching it.

"Has to be some funky welding sculpture. Must have broken off when they bumped it too hard while evil Santa ran for it." Buck surmised.

"Alright! Santa's who have given statements and shown I.D. you are free to go. If you have any information on the assailant please call the department." Athena shouted before she came over.

"Hi Athena. Did they give a disruption." Bobby asked as she hugged him before pulling away.

"Caucasian male, thirty to forty but he'd got a forearm tattoo of a rabbit and a birthmark on his neck so that's something." Athena gestured.

"Hopefully y'all find him before he hurts someone else." Buck said.

"You know it. Strangest thing is no one in the crowd saw where he ran to. They were too shocked trying to help the victim which while making it harder is worth it since one of them was pre-med and helped as much as they could."

Buck moved with Eddie to try getting more of the heavy decorations further from the walking path that they'd been shoved into.

After they pushed the original reindeer sculpture and some other large decorations Buck heard Eddie before he felt himself being punched in the back of his head. "Ow! What the fuck?"

In the next few seconds things moved too fast. Buck whirled around to defend himself.

Eddie ran back closer from where he'd been going to regroup waiting for buck to catch up.

The anti Santa was suddenly there and pissed off. Buck got a good right hook in before there was suddenly blood.

Everyone froze or at least buck did as he took in what he saw. Eddie was finally over and checking buck before turning to the bad Santa.

A metal angel tree topper had fallen and lodged into his arm with its trumpet?

"Don't pull it out! You need to get to a hospital then you're under arrest." Eddie told him while his anger seemed to deflate.

Buck looked past Eddie's shielding him with his body while rubbing his head.

"You're under arrest. We're gonna get you treated and booked sir." Athena said coming over as the Santa gave up.

With him in cuffs and his arm wrapped until he'd gets to the hospital in a second ambulance things were finally calm again.

"Buck keep the ice. Chimney says you don't have a concussion but you feel the slightest bit bad I expect to be told." Bobby said while they packed up what little gear they used.

"Hey Eddie. Santa Claus is coming to Ow!" Buck said inside the truck earning a shake of Eddie's head while Bobby radioed that was a strike for Buck having a concussion earning a groan of I can't make bad jokes?

Eddie wanted to hit him for joking but that would contradict his desire of wanting to see buck hurt. "He was in the box. Guy must be a contortionist." Eddie told buck which only earned a shocked gasp from buck and a quiet no way.

Once they were back in the station he was watching Buck like a hawk along with Bobby as they waited for Hen and Chim.

"You know the last time someone looked at me that hard we had sex" buck joked trying to lighten the mood.

"Like you could handle me, especially right now." Eddie scoffed.

"I don't have a concussion! And I can handle a lot of things, you'd be surprised. Haven't gotten any complaints yet." Buck puffed his chest and wiggled an eyebrow.

"I'm not looking for a one night stand though buck." Eddie regretted how that sounded.

"Who said it's gotta be one. I may not be buck 1.0 but I've got his experience. Just don't go for random hookups anymore." Buck came over.

"Are you just asking me out because you got hit in the head?" Eddie turned to look buck in the eye.

"Maybe that punch was the kick in my ass i needed to finally ask you what I've been too scared to."

"Ask me later, after you're all good. If you still feel like it."

"I will. I'll ask you a million times if I have to. I'm serious. I've been thinking about us for a while I just didn't want to risk anything"

"Good. I look forward to you asking me out at the Christmas party Bobby's hosting with Athena."

With that they went back to sitting around waiting for the next call. Hen and chimney joined as Bobby finished their late lunch.

Buck wasn't lying. He'd ask Eddie again tomorrow and have Hen say he didn't have a concussion too.

But for now he was content to sit here together. At least it was out in the open now and there was hope.

How Christmas should be

5 - I found, what I was looking for, a love that's meant for me, a heart that's mine completely, knocked me right off my feet, and this year I will fall, with no worries at all, 'Cause you are near and everything's clear, you're all I need, underneath the tree

Buck felt electrified like a living Christmas light. Today was the day he'd finally put it out there. He thought Eddie felt something too and it felt right.

Once they were off he'd confess that he'd slowly been falling deeper and deeper in love with his best friend. He had to find out if they could be more.

Their shift had been long with only one major call of kids breaking a fire hydrant and causing havoc with multiple injuries but not too bad that anyone would need to be hospitalized.

As buck was getting ready for the shift to end and to tell Eddie about them the alarm blared.

The shift in temperature had caused the ground to unsettle and a couple to slide off a cliff.

They'd gotten the first woman up but her girlfriend was further down.

Buck repelled lower to get her as Eddie was set to descend with the other girl safe above now.

Buck got a harness on her and they began pulling her up along side him when a large rock fell towards them.

Before buck could think of anything else he moved to shield her and took a hit to his helmet.

Eddie screamed his name as they continued to pull her up.

Buck looked to be okay as he followed behind her being taken into Eddie's guidance.

Once they were topside Eddie was asking if buck was okay while Bobby and hen took the other girl.

"I'm fine dude. My helmet took the most of-"

Before buck could finish he was tumbling. He didn't know if it was his adrenaline leaving him or his injury finally feeling so painful but he felt as Eddie got him before he could full hit the ground.

With his helmet off they could see the lump forming.

"Damn it. Thank God you're off the blood thinners finally." He couldn't tell who said it but guessed it was Eddie.

"We'll take him in ourselves. Hen, the girls are good right?" Bobby said as they moved him over to the ambo.

"They only had a few minor scrapes. Chim and I got him. You two can follow." They were at the hospital in a blur. So much for today being the day. His plan was ruined.

"It's just a mild concussion. You'll be fine. Stay with us Buck" chimney said besides him on the way.

"It's ruined."

"What's ruined?"

"I was gonna tell Eddie"

"Tell him what? You've still got time, "

"That I-"

"Buck. BUCK open your eyes! buck buddy no, stay awake man."

He woke to Maddie sitting next to him on her phone as the tv was quiet.

"Good. You're awake." She said looking over. "You gave us a little scare."

"What time is it?"

"It's 10 thirty. You've been in here for a good two hours. Doctor says you'll be fine but don't want you pushing yourself too soon."

"I'm ruining Christmas"

"No. Christmas is fine. You might be out if your next results are good. Even if you did have to stay here, it's not a problem for us to visit you here or wait a couple days for you to get out." Maddie put a comforting hand on him.

"Is Eddie okay?"

"Why wouldn't he be? He's safe at home with Christopher. Its a little late to visit but if we're still here he said he'd stop by tomorrow. You aren't in pain and you're talking fine. Hopefully those are good enough signs towards you getting out."

The doctor explained more. Buck could leave now but they would suggest he stay. However if he's careful and being watched by others she felt he would be fine.

With Buck signed out Maddie and him got to her place where Chimney was waiting with a late dinner. "Dude I'm starving." Buck said smelling the food.

"You're always hungry Buck. Figures with how big you are your body needs the extra energy" chimney said as buck looked over to see his bag and gifts from his place in the living room.

"I got your stuff from work then wrung by yours after. You'll get to do what you said tomorrow after you rest." Chimney said knowing smirk on his face.

"What did buck say earlier?"

"Nothing mads."

"That he-"

"I had a concussion! Wasn't I a patient? Isn't this a breach of trust or something?"

"He might have said he needed to tell Eddie something." Chimney said earning an exaggerated face.

"Is that why you asked if he was okay at the hospital?"

"There's no breach of trust if you brought it up to her buck. And from what we've seen, concussion or not you two are obvious to everyone but yourselves."

"You really do have a boy crush."

"Stop calling it that. Sure Eddie's attractive, and. I may like him more than a friend should." Buck quieted at the end.

"Don't tell him this but I've caught him checking you out before." Chimney said.

"What?"

"Maybe it's not so one sided Buck. Just talk to him." Maddie looked at him with understand.

After that awkward but supportive dinner and some good sleep they were up and ready for the get together with the others.

Everyone promised to open their gifts together before some of them had duty later in the day.

Buck took a gulp of eggnog as he waited for a chance to talk to Eddie face to face.

He came in with Christopher and they helped get the gifts from Eddie's truck.

Once the kids were gleefully playing with their newest toys buck took the chance.

"Can I talk to you outside for a second?"

"Sure buck. Let me get my jacket."

So they took to the front as the kids were in the back and in Harry's room.

"Yesterday I was planning to tell you something important."

"Hen might have told me."

"What?"

"She just said we needed to talk. You said so in the ambulance before we had to leave you to finish our shift then it was too late to take Christopher for only a half hour before he needed to be in bed."

"Yeah. That's okay. It would have been nice but I still got to see him and give him my gift today." Buck said. "But about that. I know we're friends. I know I might come off as straight but I-."

"You're not the only one."

Buck continued on needed to get this out before realizing what Eddie said.

"I've been into guys before, I just haven't been into many, not as quickly as I was into you. I want that for us. I know that it might be hard but I feel like we could have something."

"I think. No. I know I'm in love with you. I'm willing to try this but I don't want to lose you." Eddie said pulling buck closer.

"You won't. I'll always be here. Its where I want to be with you. I love you two, both of you."

"We need to talk about other things. I have to tell you stuff you deserve to know and the truth."

"I'm here. Whenever you're ready. Now or tomorrow but soon if it's important. As long as we're in this together we've got as much time as you need."

Buck finally did something he'd been thinking about doing for a while. He kissed Eddie the way he wanted. The way he deserved to be kissed. They stayed there with their foreheads connected breathing as the cold air blew.

"I can't believe they knew about us wanting this." Buck admitted still holding Eddie thinking about going back in.

"I can. We see the others every day and if I look back it's been like this for a while. I felt like this."

"Let's go inside. The kids are probably already back in. I want to play with Chris's new jeep. He said he loved it because it looks like mine."

Eddie grabbed Buck's hand and led him in. They were joined at the hip like usual the rest of the afternoon. Christopher was as happy as could be and they were too.

Buck felt like this was what he'd been looking for for so long. They'd work together to make this relationship last. He was in it and he knew Eddie was too. "You feeling good Buck?" Athena asked sitting next to him.

"Better than I've ever been." Buck told her with a smile and he meant it. "Merry Christmas Athena"

"Merry Christmas Buck." She hugged him as Christopher came over with his new drone.

"Cool bud. But you know your not supposed to play with it in doors right?"

"I know buck. Thank you for the jeep."

"Sure thing superman." Buck scooted over for Christopher to sit between Eddie and him. He felt warmth fill him as Eddie and him listened to what Harry and Denny showed Christopher and played with him earlier.

#buddie #solo mio #my writing #buddiemas #12daysofbuddie #12daysofbuddiemas #long #ficlet #fic #Christmas #Buck Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Christopher Diaz #this is a monster and i need to upload it to ao3 soon because wow #tags #pushing the limit of my text posts

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Exes and Ohs

Author: ohhhkenneth

Pairing: Markson (GOT7)

Category: Romance

Length: 10k words

Rated: M for smut, cursing

Summary: Mark’s older sister gets a new boyfriend as often as she gets a new hand bag. Most of them are dumb jocks with no personality and who seldom showered, and her new boyfriend Jackson was supposed to be no different. He wasn’t supposed to be charming or gorgeous, and Mark definitely wasn’t supposed to like him this much.

Note: This story is part of a series. The other parts are here.

Exes and Ohs - Part 1

"So your sister is forcing you guys to meet and actually talk?" AJ, Mark's best friend, questioned as he swung his legs freely off the side of Mark's twin bed.

Mark was reluctantly getting dressed, he knew that if he let his sister down for the third time she would most definitely murder him and make it look like an accident. Still, he was less than excited to meet Jackson.

Jackson was Tammy's boyfriend. And truthfully, Mark had already met him more than a number of times, they just hadn't spoken yet. But when your sister is dating the star quarterback; a boy whose idea of a good time is shot-gunning a beer and then arm wrestling all of his friends, you tend to keep your distance. Or, at least you do if you're Mark.

Mark would love to be friends with Jackson, he just couldn't bring himself to break that ice between them because their personalities were so, so different. If Jackson was X, then Mark was definitely O.

Still, he had a duty to Tammy, being her roommate and also her sibling. So when she called him from upstairs, he sighed and shouted back that he'd be up in a minute. Only, he wanted to crawl back under his blankets and let the night pass him by.

Unfortunately, AJ had an escape plan and faked some sort of family emergency so that he could leave. And just like that, Mark's only support was gone - leaving him to the lions. Jackson being the biggest, fiercest lion of them all.

Mark adjusted his forest green bowtie, his red sweater vest hugged nicely around his thin body. He took a small gulp and then made his way upstairs.

Halfway up the stairs he caught an earful of what sounded like Jackson coming through the door. There was a moment of silence before a laughter erupted into the house, booming down the halls and nearly shaking the pictures off of the wall.

Yep, Jackson.

Mark braced himself for what he imagines is going to be the most painfully awkward meeting he's ever had to sit through.

Tammy's boyfriends always came around, though; Jason, Chris, Caleb, it was always the same person with a different name: a testosterone filled numbskull with too much money and whose only loves were sports and girls.

So what made Jackson so different?

Well, for one it's Christmas Eve, and Tammy has prepared a smorgasbord of food. Half of which she no doubt ordered from the local deli, because everybody knows that the only thing Tammy can cook perfectly is toast, and even that's a bit risky.

She must really, really like Jackson. It was her longest relationship of them all - five months. Although that may not seem incredibly monumental, it was for Tammy. Her and Mark's parents were always on her case to find herself a decent husband to move in with.

She ditched university two semesters in to chase after a career as an esthetician; that wasn't exactly falling through as planned. And everyone needs a back up plan - part of Mark believed that that's exactly what Jackson was. The tall, muscular, obnoxious boy was nothing more than a backup plan.

If that is indeed true, then tonight Tammy was hitting a home run. There's no way he could leave her after all the trouble she went through to prepare dinner and make him meet her parents. That would seal the deal, he thought.

Mark couldn't help but make a detour through the cozy kitchen on his way to the door. The smells of turkey, stuffing, dumplings and pie filled the small house like a dangerous and tasty smoke.

Mark felt his stomach rumble a little under his sweater. At least he would get a good meal out of all of this, it wasn't totally a loss. Plus, it might even shut Tammy up for a few weeks, if he's lucky. Everybody wins.

"Jackson, you know Mark. He's my little brother." Tammy introduced, "Mark, this is Jackson. He's my boyfriend."

It took nearly everything in Mark not to be a sarcastic asshole in that moment. Tammy already knew that they knew each other. God, she was acting so incredibly fake. Must've had something to do with the extravagence of tonight; all the food, the decorations, and Tammy's outfit.

Strung around the entire border of the old house was meters and meters of Christmas lights. They were beautiful, and had a switch on the powerline that changed their hue, cycling through basic Christmas colors; red, green, white, blue.

Tammy's hair was pulled up into a tight and neat French roll. Her lips were a devilish red color, framing her small lips perfectly. She was really pretty, if only her personality would reflect it too.

Tammy always had ultierior motives in everything she did. One time when they were young their parents took Mark and Tammy to an ice cream shop. Tammy asked their parents for money to buy her and Mark an icy snack; however, when they actually got up to the counter, Mark was devastated to find out that she had no intention of getting him one. Instead she pocketed the change and sort of just smirked at Mark.

That's when Mark realized he couldn't trust Tammy. Sure he loved her, but he didn't trust her, not for one second.

When they returned back to their parents, they asked Tammy where Mark's ice cream went. She lied and said that Mark's fell onto the floor and some dogs licked it up. Her parents felt so bad for Mark that they gave Tammy more money to replace the ice cream.

That was the day Tammy cashed in on Mark's helplessness and made herself an extra ten bucks.

"Hey Mark, what's up?" was all Jackson muttered. He extended a firm hand in some sort of bro-handshake that Mark awkwardly tried to follow. Their hands fumbled around a little before Mark just gave up and withdrew his small hand.

"Mark." he quipped back, pursing his lips and giving out a contrived nod.

Tammy seemed pleased with herself. Her plan was coming into fruition, the two boys standing awkwardly in front of her like two pawns in her elaborate game to get married.

"Let's eat, whattaya say?" her voice is hopeful, directing the two into the kitchen.

The two boys follow like sheep, and it's almost glaringly obvious they'd both be somewhere else.

When they get to the cherry wood table, there's four seats. Mark takes the one closest to the window, since that was always his chair. Jackson takes the seat across from him, and Tammy remains standing to hand the food out.

Mark looks down, trying his best not to make eye contact with Jackson or Tammy, as if not looking at them would somehow allow his body to be somewhere else. He places a white cloth onto his lap.

His outfit is quite festive; between the green bowtie, the maroon sweater vest, and his pants - soft white chords - he feels quite confident in his style.

Tammy and Mark were not enemies, not even close. They were quite similar actually, aside from Tammy's innate need to manipulate everything and everyone into her favor.

One thing his sister and he had in common was their incessant need to match their outfit to whatever event or ocasssion they were currently at. Tonight was, of course, no different. Between the two of them, if you didn't know them better, looked like a pair of Santa's little helpers. Tammy even had a festive red bow in her hair.

Jackson was the only person who looked like he wasn't working in a Christmas factory. When Mark finally gathered the nerve to shoot him a glance, he was surprised to see that Jackson had bulked up a lot since he last saw him.

Jackson was wearing a white long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shoulders were broad and quite large, pulling the cotton of the shirt into a tight bend. His biceps were bigger too, fighting eagerly to break out of his sleeves when Jackson bent his arms.

Mark does everything he can to divert his attention to anything other than the fact that Jackson is very, very good looking.

"Tammy," he squeaks lowly, "Can you pass me the uh, the peas."

Tammy replies with a nod and scoops a couple portions of peas onto Mark's empty plate.

"Me too please, sweetie." Jackson echoes, holding his white plate up to Tammy.

She serves him some peas too. Everything falls quiet after that, save for the few clanks of cutlery against the ceramic dishes.

Tammy finally finishes distributing all of the food, and by then Mark's hunger level is nearing its boiling point.

Before they can even say anything else, he's digging into the mashed potatoes laid out in front of him, like someone who has never eaten in a month.

"Gosh, Mark." Tammy scoffs under her breath, shooting him side eyes. "Take it easy, you're not an animal."

Mark's eyes grow a little, realizing how he must look to the others. He grunts a little in embarrassment and leans back into his chair, adjusting himself and dotting his mouth with his cloth.

"Nah, it's cool hun. Shows he likes your cooking. I think it's cool when a man can dig into his food like that." Jackson defends him, and strangely Mark feels a little less embarrassed - almost proud.

Although Mark knows damn well that the mashed potatoes he is currently ripping apart did not come from their oven, but instead from Swiss Chalet's Christmas menu down the block. Still, he decides not to completely blow the lid on Tammy's operation, even if she is already picking him apart and the meal just started.

"So babe, tell Mark about yourself. You are finally able to talk, this is exciting." Tammy proposes, ignoring her food and leaning onto the table with her elbows supporting herself. "Aw, my two boys."

Mark feels a certain queasiness in his lower stomach, probably a natural reaction to how phony Tammy is being, but he quells it, trying instead to focus on whatever dribble Jackson will decide to spew out.

"Well.." he begins, clearing his throat. His voice was deep and serious, with a hint of confidence. "I'm currently studying at M. Tech, and hopefully if things go my way I'll be graduating at the end of this year with my degree in Advanced Robotics."

Mark smells bullshit.

"Wow, fascinating." he shoots back, almost completely sure that Jackson is lying, but doesn't feel like blowing the lid on his cover either.

It seems like all night, Mark will be holding himself back from revealing the true identity of both his sister and his sister's lover. They really were made for each other, he thought.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's sarcasm." Jackson shrugs, focusing in on Mark's blank expression.

Well, he was right. Mark wasn't believing a damn word that Jackson said.

"No, really, fascinating. I'm just a little surprised that a football jock managed to get into the best technical school in this province," he admitted, sort of realizing that his voice came out a little more pointed than he originally intended. He didn't want to offend Jackson, but he also didn't appreciate being fed lies. Tammy's cooking was bad enough.

"So what, I play football. I'm damn good too. Gotta pay for college somehow, right?" Jackson smirks and then starts eating, like he's won the argument already.

"Babe has a full ride to M. Tech because his coaches put his name forward for scholarships. He was chosen out of a lot of players to receive that money, too. It's kind of a big deal, Mark." Tammy chimes in, as if she was waiting for a chance to talk her man up.

Mark was beginning to feel a little cornered, so he made a hasty decision to abandon his interrogation approach and try to play the nice guy. All he had to do was get through this dinner, then when Tammy breaks up with him, he will never have to endure another encounter with Jackson.

"I apologize then, that's pretty admirable. Good job, Jackson." he concedes.

Jackson lifts his head and a large goofy smile curves onto his lips. There's a piece of turkey sitting at the corner of his mouth, and he speaks with enthusiasm, food still being chewed inside his mouth. "Thanks man!"

Mark puts his head down and frowns a little, grimacing away from the sight of Jackson's full mouth. How could someone like Jackson Wang manage to get accepted into M. Tech, especially on a full scholarship, no less.

Maybe he was a bit premature in his judgment of the boy after all.

The evening presses forward at a monotonous and bland pace, with Tammy filling the silence with her tales of being a top shot esthetician, even though she hadn't even graduated from her eight month nail tech program.

Jackson does his best to appease her, nodding and smiling as if he knows what cuticles are and appreciates nail art or the like. It's quite painful for Mark to witness. Their relationship had about as much substance as Tammy's homemade bread loaf - slim to none.

One thing that wasn't as painful to watch, though, was how Jackson's eyes curved into semi-circles everytime he laughed. His dark eyes shimmering in the dim light, resembling stars in a night sky.

Mark felt himself get a bit self-conscious, making sure that Tammy didn't notice him staring at Jackson. He wasn't even sure himself what it was about Jackson specifically that made him alluring.

Mark needed to continuously remind himself that Jackson was:

1. Tammy's boyfriend. Ew. 2. Only temporary, he would be gone as soon as Tammy got bored. 3. Straight. And even if there was a chance, he wasn't Mark's type at all, not even a little bit.

These three points stirred around in Mark, making him look away from Jackson when he noticed the other was staring. Made him offer to pour his own wine, when Jackson offered.

It went on like this for the remainder of the evening. Tammy and Jackson were on their second bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, and Tammy was beginning to act pathetic and whine about her weak calves and her lack of thigh gap.

Mark knew it was time to retreat to the basement where he slept. He thanked Tammy for the food, which surprisingly was pretty good overall and definitely hit the spot. She was too busy sobbing about her split ends to notice though. Then he gave Jackson a friendly wave and disappeared down the stairs to his man cave.

Morning snuck up on Mark quicker than he'd like.

He summons himself out of bed and groans lowly to himself. Even though he only had one glass of wine, his head was pounding slightly, and his vision was a little blurry.

He dragged his feet to the window, his bunny slippers making a light scratching noise against the hardwood.

He sneered at the bright white snow outside that nearly blinded him, promptly shutting his curtains before heading for the bathroom to freshen up.

When he reached the door and pushed it in, it only made it a little ways before hitting something and bouncing back.

Turns out that something was in fact a someone. And that someone was none other than Jackson Wang, resident bad boy and unwelcomed guest. He was wearing a pair of penguin pajama pants and a dark black muscle tee. His arms were strong as always, bulging a bit as he shaved his face.

"What are.." Mark's voice was low and a little slurred, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and groaned, sliding through the crack of the door to see Jackson shaving. "What're you doing?" he asks.

Jackson nearly falls over at the intrusion, almost slicing his lip off with the razor. He drops the razor and then loses his balance, stepping on the plastic tool in the process.

His face transforms into one of extreme pain as he bounces around on one foot trying to regain his composure, uttering strong breathy curses as he bounces. "Fuck fuck fuck shit. Ugh!"

Mark stands there in his baby blue bathrobe, blinking questioningly a few times. His red hair bunches around his eyebrows and barely covers his eyes. In his left hand is his small bag of essentials; shampoo, soap, facewash, etc.

"Are you alright?" Mark's voice is low and tired. He almost doesn't need an answer, seeing as Jackson is sitting on the toilet now, examing the small wound on his foot.

"Tammy's uh," he groans, as if his sentence is being interrupted by the pain in his foot, "her uh, bathroom. She's taking so long."

Mark nodded once and tongued the inside of his cheek, his little bag tapping away at his hipbone. He understood though, the amount of time Tammy spent in the washroom every morning was absolutely criminal.

Seeing as he had no other choice, he decided to go about his business washing up while Jackson was still present.

"Hope you don't mind." he mumbled, rubbing one eye and approaching the sink.

"Go ahead. Your bathroom after all." Jackson replies, shaking his head apologetically, motioning toward the sink for Mark to get ready.

It was a bit awkward at first, Mark brushing his teeth a foot away from Jackson, who was propped up on the toilet seat, shaving with a small compact mirror. Mark felt a tinge of guilt for forcing Jackson to hurt his foot, and for kicking him off the main mirror so he had to use the small hand held one.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, he took a step to the left, closest to the wall, in order to allow Jackson room to get ready.

"Here, there's room for us both." he told the elder. Jackson's ears perked up and he blinked owlishly at Mark for a second before smiling in agreement.

He raised himself up and stood next to the redhead, looking down at him nervously for a moment before continuing his shaving, almost as if needing more permission.

Mark glanced briefly at Jackson in the mirror, and for a moment caught himself wondering why Jackson was even shaving at all. His face looked oddly handsome with the five o'clock shadow coming in. It gave him a sort of maturity, authority, and masculinity.

Five minutes passed and Mark was now washing his face, rubbing the cleanser generously onto his pale face.

He had flawless skin, which he was almost always receiving compliments for. This was his secret though, for maintaining his perfect complexion.

Jackson finished his last stroke, tapping the razor against the sink a couple times to shake off the water before placing it back into his Hugo Boss shaving bag.

Mark expected Jackson to thank him and then leave, naturally. But of course, Jackson wasn't finished.

"Um, hope you don't mind." he clears his throat. Just then he takes his muscle shirt off in a clean and fluid motion, revealing a flat and hard stomach, his stomach muscles rigid and defined even though Mark was sure he wasn't flexing.

The hair under Jackson's belly button chased down towards his waistband, disappearing under the fabric, almost begging to be followed. The sight of Jackson's soft navel stirred something inside of Mark that he was tried so hard to stifle last night.

His lower abdomen flared up in heat, rumbling in a nervous yet excited feeling. Mark snapped his focus back onto the mirror, exercising superhuman restraint not to gawk over Jackson from the reflection. His body was just so, so perfect.

"Uh," Mark stammered, unsure of what to say. "What, uh. Huh?"

Jackson turned back and raised an eyebrow in a cocky manner. "I mean, you could join me but that would be sort of weird, and I'm sure your sister wouldn't appreciate it." he joked, now untying his penguin pajamas and letting the strings fall, before pulling them down and letting them hit the floor at his feet.

He took two small steps out of them and to the side, standing there in nothing but skin tight black boxer briefs.

Mark's restraint completely crumbled as he let his eyes beam hungerily over Jackson's lower half. He was rewarded with the sight of Jackson's thick and muscular thighs, his crotch tucked nicely into the underwear, but still impressive.

Mark quickly leaned down into the sink, frantically tossing water onto his face to rinse off the soap, almost as if he was washing away all the horrible and inappropriate thoughts he had in that second. Almost as if he could wash away the fact that in that moment he wanted to push Jackson down onto the toilet seat and stradle him, sitting on his lap and feeling his warm olive skin against his own.

When he finally toweled his face off and caught his breath, he realized that he hadn't answered Jackson. The boy stood in front of Mark expectantly, his face a little smug, and clearly he was comfortable with his body.

"I'll just shower after you then." he shrugs, smiling a little before grabbing at his shower bag and retreating to the safety of his room.

When he enters the now dark room, he slams the door behind him and his left hand flies to his mouth, covering it as he slides down the door on his back. His heart still beating and his feet still jittery, wondering what exactly he just saw and why it made him feel that way.

Jackson, the straight, jock quarterback was naked, only a few meters away from him in the next room. Probably rubbing soap onto his pecs, and the water running down, creeping through valley between his abs, then down to his-

Oh god.

Mark couldn't believe where his mind was going. Somewhere upstairs Tammy was still curling her hair, or applying her makeup, and down here Mark was having the most vivid fantasy about her boyfriend and all the things he secretly wanted to do with him. The thoughts alone were enough to make Mark want to stay home and not go to their parents house for lunch.

But of course, he went.

Because you don't turn down an invitation on a holiday in an Asian family, and especially not in the Tuan family.

Tammy was a pretty good indication of what Mark's mother, Dorine, was like. Her hair was a light brown color, dyed to cover the greys now and curled into a large behive sort of style, one that she wore since she was twenty or so, Mark recalled.

She was strict, very proper, and believed in old family traditions and customs. She always said grace before every meal and she was awake before sunrise, preparing her husband's clothes - Mark's dad - for the day, ironing them free of wrinkles and preparing him a fresh pot of coffee to go with his full breakfast. She was definitely the epitome of stay-at-home mom.

Mark's dad, Raymond, was the opposite. He had a silly looking mustache that perfectly mirrored his personality - silly. Mark liked to hear stories of how his mother was won over by Raymond's undeniable charm, even though she wanted to kill him the majority of the time. If Dorine was X, then Ray was O. Although his parents were polar opposites, they seemed to work.

When it was finally time to head over to the rents place, Mark opted to drive himself.

Something about spending an awkward forty minute drive with Tammy and Jackson, with the Christmas day traffic thrown into the mix, was unacceptable to Mark.

He jumped into his Range Rover, waved at Tammy, then peeled out of the drive way, eager to beat the couple to the destination so he didn't have to be around when his mother sized Jackson up for the first time.

The drive was calm, and gave Mark a chance to calm himself down from the more than generous view he got this morning of Jackson in the bathroom. He gripped his wheel, squeezing it impatiently as the traffic jam inched once every couple minutes.

Outside the car he saw a group of children in a nearby park having a snowball fight and making snowmen. It vaguely reminded him of his siblings and their activities around Christmas. His younger brother Joey was always the first to throw a snowball, following by Tammy and then Gy, his other older sister.

When Tammy left for college she needed a roommate, and since Mark was just finishing high school, he decided that he could live with her. He figured there wasn't much damage she could do, considering they'd already lived together their whole lives.

Besides, Joey was too young, and Gy already had her own family and home. Mark was the only feesable option, one that Tammy was even a little hesitant to make. But in the end it worked out, and Tammy and Mark have been roommates for almost two years.

It's nothing of a symbiotic relationship, but it works. Works because Tammy has her own space upstairs where she can be the ruler and tyrant, and she almost never ventures further than the pantry, halfway down the stairs, into Mark's little lair. Things were good.

After the traffic loosened up, Mark pulled off the freeway and was arriving at his parent's place.

The house was large - almost too large. It gave the false impression that Mark's family were some sort of rich politicians or people of old money. None of this was true.

Dorine, being the smart and savvy woman she was, used her father's life insurance money to make clever investments. She tracked all of her expenses and budgeted accordingly. The family didn't have anything they didn't need - there was no room for excess in the Tuan house. That's how Raymond and Dorine were able to fly themselves back to Taiwan every year to visit family. They were frugal.

Mark parked behind Gy, making sure to leave enough room for Tammy and Jackson.

When he entered the house, he was immediately bombarded with hugs from his relatives. Two young boys, no older than five or six, clung to his leg.

"Uncle Mark, uncle Mark!" they shouted at a deafening volume. They were Gy's sons. Twins. Double the trouble, but extremely cute. Definitely Mark's favorite.

"How're my troublemakers, huh?" Mark kneeled down, ruffling the boy's hair.

"We still never got in trouble for the water hose trick." one of them smirked.

"Good men." Mark said proudly, hugging the boys in one arm each before taking his coat and scarf off.

This time, his outfit was less festive, but still very proper and well kept. He wore a silver cardigan thrown over a white button up, and a pair of black slacks that hugged his long legs nicely.

"Where's Tam?" Raymond asked, looking past Mark as if someone else was still coming in.

"They'll be here any moment. I drove alone." Mark replied, accepting the hug from his father. Mark and Raymond were very close, and little words needed to be spoken in order for them to understand each other.

Mark headed into the kitchen, making his rounds and offering hugs to each family member. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins were gathered around, the dining room buzzed with conversation, and Mark almost had to yell in order to let his mother know he was going upstairs to visit his old room.

As he ascended the white carpeted staircase, he was hit with bouts of nostalgia, seeing all of the family photos that lined the wall up the stairs.

Pictures of Mark, his siblings, and his parents on their various trips around the states; Disneyland, Arizona, New York.

He smiled warmly to himself, finally letting go of his anxiety about today and giving in to the unmistakable warmth that Christmas brings - whether it's the fact that he's surrounded by loved ones, there's good food being cooked, or that he's got a house over his head and clothes on his back. Christmas truly brought out the best feelings in him, regardless of whatever else was going on in his life.

Sauntering over to his old room, he tapped hesitantly on the door before pushing it open. He wasn't sure why he knocked, but he figured he better just in case. He didn't know if his parents had turned it into a guest room or not.

They didn't.

The room was just as Mark remembered it. Same wallpaper, same bed, same toys. Nothing was out of place. His mother had done it again - being perfect; everything had its place.

Mark plops himself down on the blue cotton and polyester blend, the bed is soft yet firm. Just like he remembered it.

Minutes go by as he runs his hands over the blanket, soaking in every ounce of nostalgia he can. He lowers himself and rests it against the soft pillow.

It isn't long before he falls asleep.

"Oh, shit."

Mark is woken up by the sounds of someone fumbling with the door handle. His eyes shoot open, and he stares at the doorway where Jackson is standing, dumbfoundedly. There's a bottle of wine in his hand - a gift for his parents, presumably - and a lame Santa hat on his blonde head.

Mark feels himself get anxious again. Jackson seemed to always find himself in the worst places at the worst times.

"I'm really, really sorry-" he attempts to apologize before Mark can interrupt him.

"What are you even doing?" Mark snarls. And man, if looks could kill.

"I was looking for um," Jackson seems genuinely sorry, and it's almost pathetic how sorry he looks, standing there with his wine and his silly hat. "Bathroom?" he whispers, voice cutting out near the end.

"Two doors down." Mark replies with a sigh, twirling his fingers into the direction of the bathroom, using his other hand to rub the middle of his eyes as if he's got a migraine.

"Alright, great. What are you doing in here, by the way?" Jackson doesn't leave. Instead he closes the door behind him and takes a slow step toward the redhead, examining the surroundings just as Mark did a while ago.

"This was my room- Uh, is my room." Mark stutters, eyeing Jackson's movements carefully.

Why wasn't he leaving.

"Hey man," Jackson sighs. He places the bottle of wine on the nightstand and takes an uninvited seat down next to Mark, sinking into the mattress, and nearly touching Mark's thigh with his own. "Look, this may sound odd, but I need your help."

"What do you mean?" Mark asks quickly, not making eye contact with Jackson but instead looking at his body as if to question what the other was doing sitting next to him.

"It's your parents. I'm nervous." he shrugs lightly, looking over at Mark for solace.

Mark's eyes finally meet with Jacksons. The boy's dark eyes and serious eyes are now soft and doe-like, almost making Jackson seem a lot younger than he actually was.

Mark lets out a sigh, he understands how Jackson is feeling. Even though he isn't in the same position, he can imagine just how nerve wracking it would be surrounded by his own family, especially on a busy holiday, and especially when he's dating their daughter.

"Don't overthink it," he says back to Jackson, making the boy smile. "You have every right to be nervous, my parents are a bit intimidating. Just focus on not saying anything offensive, and make sure you laugh at my dad's horrible jokes and you'll be fine."

"Ah" Jackson breathes.

"They'll love you. Don't worry." Mark scrunches his mouth a little, unsure of why he's even helping Jackson at all.

"That's some sound advice, bro." Jackson replies, making Mark cringe a little at the name, remembering that Jackson is the ultimate jock, even if he is well educated and determined.

"Well, I should get going. My mom will want me to help her set up the home theatre to play Christmas music." Mark tells the boy as he stands up, preparing for the door.

There's a soft hand on Mark's wrist just then as Jackson pulls the boy gently back down to the bed.

"No, don't go just yet-" he mumbles. "Uh, have a drink with me. It'll calm my nerves. I'm not ready yet."

Mark feels a little uneasy, but the warm hand gripping his wrist sends small jolts of electricity running up his arm and into his stomach, where it settles and fizzles.

"Yeah, I guess I could. I mean, sure." Mark's voice is a little shaky. He knows he isn't good with alcohol, but he doesn't want to pass up the chance to get on Jackson's good side.

Half a glass into their first drink, Mark is rewarded handsomely for staying.

Jackson extends a long arm and places it around the redhead's shoulders, making him lean back into Jackson from the weight. He has to use his neck muscles to keep himself steady as Jackson embraces him.

"I appreciate your help man. I know you and I never really had a chance to talk, even though we saw each other around the house a few times." he says to Mark.

Mark immediately gets a flashback of the time that Tammy was unloading groceries into the house and Jackson came out in his underwear and no shirt on to help her. His skin was beaded with sweat, and his hair was wetted and disheveled as if he just finished an intense workout.

Although Mark didn't know it at the time, that was the first time Jackson slept over.

"I don't really speak to Tammy's boyfriend, to tell you the truth. I'd rather get to know them when the time is right and I actually like the guy." Mark admitted.

Jackson shifted his weight, releasing Mark from his shoulder's grip. He wrestled with the proper words to say, "Do you like me?" he says. It's not a forced question, but it bears enough weight to make Mark nervous.

The redhead takes another sip of his white wine, feeling the harsh burn collect at the back of his throat, making him nearly cough. When he gulps the drink down, he feels a tingle in his cheeks, and a rush of blood pool around his face. Wow, the alcohol was working quickly.

Mark pauses before he answers, knowing that he has to be careful about what he says. He doesn't want to upset Jackson, but he also doesn't want to embarrass himself by saying anything that could be construed as weird or creepy.

"Yeah, I really like you actually." he burps.

Fuck.

Jackson takes the words in happily, adjusting himself on the bed with a dumb grin, looking away to hide it from Mark.

Mark stares down at his feet in horror. Where the hell did that come from?

It isn't until another few minutes that Mark realizes the true terror of what he's just done.

Jackson inches closer yet again, this time his thigh is actually touching Mark's, and his shoulder brushes past Mark's every once and a while.

Mark tenses up, unsure of what to do with his hands, so he awkwardly fidgets with the stem of his wine glass, leaving sweat marks from how clammy his hands have become.

"I saw your body this morning, by the way." Jackson says nonchalantly, staring up at the ceiling of the room, sipping at his wine.

Mark nearly chokes on his drink. "Um, huh?" he spits out.

"Your robe. It was kind of revealing, I'm not going to lie." Jackson answers just as calmly. "You have a nice body. You're an athlete I'm guessing. Judging by the tone I'd say it's more of an endurance sort of sport. Tennis... Swimming, maybe?"

Mark deadpanned. How was he able to tell that Mark was a swimmer just from seeing a small portion of his body. And even more concerning was the fact that he had even seen Mark's body at all.

"Yeah, I swim sometimes." Mark confirmed.

Jackson's smile was one of satisfaction, as if he'd guessed an answer correct on Jeopardy or something. Mark couldn't figure out how he was having so much fun in this small room with him instead of being downstairs where all the action was.

Maybe he really was that nervous to meet him parents. Or maybe, he just really wanted to be with Mark.

No, that couldn't be it. Mark told himself, reminding himself of how happy he was with Tammy for the last number of months.

"Why were you looking at my body?" Mark said, slightly irate.

Jackson didn't dignify that with a response for another minute before smugly stating, "Well, you sure got an eyeful of mine. So I guess we're even now."

Mark's throat went dry and his Adam's apple did a large dip up and down. He couldn't tell if it was the Sauvignon Blanc or the way Jackson was constantly flirting with him that made his cheeks a bright and warm color of red.

Mark clears his throat, not letting Jackson even an inch into his mind to know what he's thinking. But, somehow, someway, Jackson figures it out.

"You can touch it if you want to." he says into Mark's ear, his tone shifting quickly from smug and playful to serious and lust-filed.

Mark shivers at the sudden wind on his nape. He turns his head to the right only enough to be sort of facing Jackson, almost as if to say what?

"My body. You can touch it if you want. I don't mind." Jackson repeats, this time no less sexy as the last.

Mark feels the electricity growing again in the pit of his stomach, Jackson's deep voice was like a drug being injected directly into his blood stream.

Before he can answer, Jackson does the honors of grabbing Mark's slender hand and pressing it firmly against his own chest. Mark's fingertips are white and cold from how nervous he is, and the collision of his hand with Jackson's warm, round and solid chest make the boy's heart flutter a little.

Mark doesn't speak, scared of ruining the moment with any collection of dumb comments he would no doubt make. Instead his mouth remains closed, his calm silence acting as consent for Jackson to continue.

He's running Mark's hand downward now, the fingertips gliding and dancing around the buttons from Jackson's shirt, inching their way down towards his belt.

The tension was strong to begin with, but as Jackson moves Mark's hand closer and closer to his wait, the tension in the air becomes nearly palpable. Almost as if they were moving closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.

Mark sharply exhales once his hand is placed delicately around the edge of Jackson's belt buckle. This alerts the other boy, and he retracts his hand from Mark's, leaving it there for the boy to make his own decision.

Mark looks up at Jackson's face with a scared and honest expression, waiting for the other boy to say something.

Jackson doesn't answer though, he just sips again on his drink and places it back on the stand.

Mark's left to his own devices; he's caught in between a rock and a hard place, literally. It looks as though there's an unmistakable bulge forming beneath Jackson's silk pants.

Mark's bottom lip quivers, noticing how close his hand is to Jackson's bulge. It would only take a small motion for him to touch it. He could even play it off as an accident, if Jackson wasn't totally into it.

But he was into it, wasn't he?

There was only one way to find out.

Mark swallowed past the dryness in his throat and continued the trail down Jackson's body. He prodded at Jackson's belt buckle, running his cold fingers behind it and tracing them around the inside of Jackson's waistband.

Jackson closed his eyes a little, his breathing heavier, but he didn't stop Mark.

Mark, gaining what can only be described as fake confidence, placed his wine down and let his other hand join in, exploring Jackson's body.

Mark's left hand was placed on Jackson's thigh, stroking it gently but not tightly, while his other hand continued to brush against the boy's belt and waistband.

Before Mark could advance, the sound of people coming up the stairs caught his attention. He withdrew his hands and nearly knocked himself off the bed.

Jackson heard them too, and was already making towards the door. The voices were recognizable to Mark - his aunt Judie and his little brother Joey.

"It's just Joey and Judie. Don't worry, they'll just go to Joey's room." Mark reassured the nervous Jackson who looked like he was about to fight whoever opened the door.

"You better go downstairs now and make sure Tammy isn't looking for you. This was a pretty long 'bathroom break'" Mark reminded him.

"You're right..." Jackson agreed, his voice sounding a little disappointed.

Now that things had calmed down, Mark's feelings of guilt and betrayal began to seep into his skin again. He shivered, this time not at Jackson's voice but at the thought of someone walking in on him with Jackson.

What a horrible spectacle it'd be for his entire family to find out that something happened between Tammy's boyfriend and her little brother.

"Alright, I'll just go then." Jackson said lowly, pausing for a moment as if he was waiting for Mark to stop him.

Mark sniffed and looked down, wanting to escape Jackson's gaze.

Jackson nodded and disappeared out the door.

Even though nothing happened between the two, Mark felt a sting of sadness after Jackson was gone. Which was odd, since Mark was sure that the other boy was straight.

Even still, sitting alone in his bedroom made Mark realize he enjoyed the company of anybody.

The commotion only continued under him; the adults were getting into the liquor cabinet no doubt, yelling and laughing merrily. The kids were playing, screaming and laughing at each other.

Mark sat on his bed swishing around an almost empty glass of wine, in a house surrounded by everyone but still completely and utterly alone.

Aside from A.J. not many other people paid much attention to him. It happened so often that Mark didn’t even notice it anymore.

Even his own sister Tammy would prefer to have Mark stay down in the basement all summer rather than invite him out to do something.

Mark knew that if he were to sit in his childhood bedroom for the next four hours, and then head downstairs once the dinner party was over, that nobody would even notice he was gone.

It was sad but true; he knew he was loved, but he so easily fell through the cracks sometimes.

That’s why, when there was a soft tap on the door, Mark’s hopes escalated. He pulled himself out of his sad reverie and made for the door, wanting to see who came to check up on him.

Standing in front of him was Jackson, the same silly hat on, and the same handsome smile.

Mark wasn’t sure what to say, but before he could even say anything he was picked up and pinned against his bedroom wall, dropping his wine glass and wrapping his legs around Jackson’s waist.

Jackson showered Mark’s exposed neck with a fountain of warm and wet kisses, leaving the boy’s breathing labored as he tried to take in everything that was happening so suddenly.

“I couldn’t leave you up here, not after all that-“ Jackson breathed between frantic kisses, lighting Mark’s insides on fire.

Mark, being the virgin he was, felt as though his legs would give out if he was standing on them with his full weight. The excitement of having Jackson’s strong arms support him made the redhead’s dick swell under his underwear.

Jackson effortlessly carried Mark over to the bed where he pushed him down onto his back. Mark backed up a bit until his head was laying on the pillow, unsure of what to do next.

Jackson noticed Mark’s apprehension and took the lead, slowly removing his clothing for Mark to watch. And boy, did he watch.

It looked as though Mark was undressing Jackson using telekinesis, the way his eyes fixated hungrily onto Jackson’s form.

Jackson shimmied out of his blazer, making the motions as sensual as he could, knowing that Mark was more than enjoying the show. He unbuttoned the first three buttons and then stopped, using his left index finger to beckon Mark over.

Mark gulped and then crawled over the bed until he was in front of Jackson. He happily took over, taking off the remaining buttons and then opening Jackson’s shirt completely, revealing that hard and tight body.

Mark bit down on his lower lip, running his palms over Jackson’s chest. His warmth felt as though it was penetrating through his own skin and up Mark’s fingers, warming the redhead with every caress.

Jackson wasted no time unbuckling his pants and dropping them quickly until they were bunch up at his feet.

“Your turn.” Jackson instructed, his tone low and sexy.

Mark’s nerves slowly dissipated with the alcohol in his veins, and he does something that he never ever thought he’d do.

In one slightly awkward but complete motion, Mark undid his belt and slid his pants off, then wrestled himself out of his shirt. The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and was about the fastest Mark had ever removed his clothes, all the while Jackson watched patiently, palming the outline of his dick against his boxers.

“Jackson-“ Mark finally cuts into the silence, “What if-“

But Jackson isn’t having any of it. He slowly lowers his body over Mark, making the latter back up in order to compensate for the body.

Jackson’s body towered over Mark’s, making the redhead feel smaller and smaller. Jackson stopped when he his face was positioned directly over Mark’s. He used his hands to support himself, not letting his full weight bare down upon Mark.

Lying under him, pinned to the bed, Mark wanted nothing more than to kiss Jackson’s lips. His sister’s voice rang lowly through the vents every now and again, but Mark was too far into his lust filled daze to pay it any mind now.

“Jackson, kiss me.”

Jackson needed no further convincing, as his lips came crashing down against Mark’s. The kiss was chaste and genuine.

Mark closed his eyes and surrendered himself into Jackson’s mouth, his tongue pushing through the boy’s teeth, dipping and curling at the back of his mouth.

The room was dark and stayed silent, except for the sounds of wet tongues lapping against each other as the two boys let the anticipation they felt over the last two days meet in a fiery, long awaited conclusion.

Mark fed on Jackson’s energy, matching the boy’s rhythms, and began to lift his hips up in order to press them against Jackson’s.

Jackson recognized this and lowered his groin downward to meet Mark’s. Mark let out a high-pitched groan as Jackson grinded tensely against him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure over Mark’s body.

Somewhere between the kiss and the grinding, and as the kiss deepened, Mark felt the atmosphere become slightly romantic, moving away from the initial strange and taboo vibe they had before. Jackson wasn’t simply making out with Mark; he was connecting with him. Entering his world, and breaking down his barriers.

Mark’s fleeting fears allowed him to go back to exploring the wonder that was Jackson’s body, this time he scratched his hands toward Jackson’s backside.

The boy’s black underwear framed his ass so well, and the meaty, firm cheeks were practically begging Mark to grab onto them.

When he finally got a handful of Jackson’s ass, Mark couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. His private and embarrassing fantasies about Tammy’s boyfriend were finally coming true, and even better – Jackson seemed to really be into him too.

Jackson’s kisses left Mark’s lips and trailed down his jawline and to his neck, leaving small and prominent hickeys everywhere his lips touched; the bruises came through ten fold against Mark’s untouched skin.

“Mark, I really-“ Jackson hummed, working his mouth over the boy’s chest and to his nipples, “wanna-” more and more hungry kisses, “-fuck you” he finally breathed out.

Mark wanted to say yes immediately but he held back, unsure of how it would go, being his first time and all.

The only things that have been down there were his fingers, and when he would finger himself in the shower, it was a bit uncomfortable and didn’t really feel all that much better than regular masturbation.

“I’ve never..” Mark was almost embarrassed to confess his virgin state, “You know..”

Jackson reacted in a way that put Mark’s fears to rest and even excited the boy.

“Don’t worry babe,” he smiled, “I’ve never done it either.”

Mark was usually extremely talented at knowing when someone was lying, but staring into Jackson’s eyes in that moment, he could feel that Jackson was telling the truth.

“But… Tammy?” Mark just couldn’t understand how Jackson, being the way Jackson was, was a virgin. He had multiple girlfriends from what Tammy ranted about, and he was the star of the football team. “You’ve seriously never?”

Jackson nodded and stared earnestly into Mark’s eyes. “I wanted it to be special.”

Not only did this mean that Jackson felt that Mark was special, but that he had every intention of losing his own virginity with the boy.

“I knew I wanted you,” Jackson said, now continuing to nip and kiss at Mark’s nipples. The cool sensation against them made Mark’s nipples become firm buds. “Since the moment I saw you. But I knew I couldn’t have you.”

Mark was lost in Jackson’s voice, his low timbre vibrating against the boys skin, riddling the surface of Mark’s chest with goose bumps. At this point Jackson could recite the entire phone book and it would sound just as sexy to Mark.

Jackson fell to the side of Mark, his hand gently gliding over Mark’s skin and down to the impressive erection that Mark was sporting. When his fingers traced the outline, Mark purred softly under it. He had never been touched like this before, and the thrilling feeling of another person’s hand – Jackson’s hand – made his abdomen burn with excitement.

“Kiss me,” Mark pleaded, looking over at Jackson with a desperate expression. He couldn’t get enough of the blonde’s lips. Jackson licked his lips and slid his tongue back into Mark’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip and kissing deeply into him.

Mark felt his orgasm rise instantly, as Jackson palmed away at his dick. Mark knew he wouldn’t last very long if Jackson continued on like this, so he decided to prolong the experience by letting Jackson fuck him.

“J-Jacks,” he whimpered, “I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

Marked nodded, placing another sweet peck onto Jackson’s lips, “Mhm.”

“Turn over then.” Jackson instructed him with a vibrant expression, a little too excited to be doing this finally.

As Mark rolled his naked body to the side, he suddenly felt a rush of nerves cycle back into his body. “Just go slow, alright?”

“Of course, babe.” Jackson hummed into his ear, nibbling at the lobe slightly. “I’ll never hurt you, I promise. It’ll be the best.”

“You sure?” Mark said back, so low that it was almost inaudible.

“Swear it,” Jackson lulled again, his voice intoxicating Mark further and further, until the redhead was nearly overwhelmed with lust.

Jackson pressed his groin into the lower half of Mark’s back, the thick outline of his cock nestling itself in Mark’s ass cleft.

The sensation of having Jackson’s penis against him was enough to make Mark shudder. He had never touched another boy’s penis, so he had no preference, but from what he could feel pressing against his butt, he knew Jackson was bigger than average.

Still, he continued, remembering what Jackson said about it feeling good.

Jackson’s hand found its way down Mark’s spine, stopping when he reached the band of Mark’s underwear. He lifted the underwear and pushed it down a bit, until it was rested on Mark’s thighs, exposing his plump and unassuming ass.

When he took his dick out and placed it against Mark’s bare skin, the connection felt 100x better than it did when they were clothed. Suddenly everything felt more real. This was actually happening.

“This is all for you, Mark.” Jackson teased, picking his dick up and patting it down a few times against Mark’s left cheek, rubbing some of the pre-cum against Mark, painting his left ass cheek a bit.

Mark arched his back out, wanting to feel Jackson again. He pushed himself up on Jackson, grinding back slowly into him, making Jackson’s mouth practically water.

Jackson took a finger and placed it into Mark’s mouth, making the redhead confused, but he soon realized what was happening. He began licking the finger before promptly sucking on it.

As soon as Jackson deemed his finger lubed, he pressed it timidly against Mark’s arched ass, circling the tip around Mark’s ass ring. The redhead closed his eyes and leaned back into the touch, allowing Jackson to massage and rub the entrance.

This was about as far as Jackson had made it with any other person in terms of sex, so from that point on everything was new to the blonde; he and Mark were learning from each other.

“Just let me know if it hurts, I’ll go slow.” Jackson reassured him, slowly pushing his finger into Mark.

Mark exhaled sharply and put his head down, getting used to the sudden intrusion.

With his right arm wrapped around Mark’s neck holding him in place, Jackson’s left hand worked in and around Mark’s ass, stretching the boy and sending him into a pleasure filled haze.

Mark began to stroke himself, palming the shaft of his cock in rhythm with Jackson, edging himself around his orgasm; chasing it and then letting it die, over and over. The anticipation was eating him alive, and made him want all the more to fuck him and finally give him release.

“It’ll hurt less if you sit on it, babe.” Jackson finally hummed, moving so that he was laying on his back, his throbbing cock lying flat against his stomach expectantly.

Mark hesitated a little before throwing a leg over Jackson’s body, positioning himself over the blonde haired boy; Jackson’s body flexed in small twitches as Mark’s ass cheeks brushed against his thighs, outlining his muscles nicely in the dim light of the room.

Mark took hold of Jackson’s erection, squeezing it gently a couple of times, admiring the sheer girth of it. He placed the head against his entrance, the skin on skin sensation made his lower lip quiver. Mark wasn’t concerned about a condom in that moment, only getting Jackson as far into him as humanly possible.

When it was time for Mark to sit down, he leaned forward, pulling up Jackson by his neck to kiss him again. Their tongues flicked and curled together, massaging the others. If it weren’t for the breathy and passionate kiss, Mark would be letting out moans and grunts of slight pain, as he was now halfway down the length of Jackson.

“Argh, fuck.” Jackson says, his eyes shutting tight and his mouth parted. Mark is almost at the base of his cock, and it feels so, so good to Jackson. The warmth of Mark’s ass hugs against Jackson’s shaft, making the blonde groan lowly.

There’s a soft gasp escaping from Mark’s lips when he reaches the base of Jackson’s cock. He has to break from the kiss and return to his original position in order to regain his composure.

“Mark you feel so good.” Jackson whispers, his two strong hands finding their way around the boy’s naked hips, using them to lift Mark a little and then sliding him back down.

The two work out a fluid rhythm, with Mark pressing down and letting himself fall onto Jackson’s dick and the other bucking up to meet him.

A loud and deep moan sounds from Mark as his legs start to tingle, the exhilaration of being fucked affecting every inch of his body now.

“Shh, shh babe.” Jackson giggles lowly – Mark’s hand immediately flies to his mouth as he remembers that his brother and aunt are in the next room, and Tammy is just beneath them eating.

“You like it?” Jackson’s smugness comes through again, as he witnesses the pure ecstasy he’s able to put Mark into.

Mark doesn’t answer with words; instead he nods back and breathes out, closing his eyes.

Mark doesn’t think it can get any better, but just then Jackson lifts him a little, holding him in place before he rapidly fucks himself into Mark, pounding the other quicker than before for about fifteen seconds. The room is filled with nothing but the slick sound of skin clapping against skin.

When Jackson slows the pace back down, Mark is nearly fainting; collapsing onto the blonde’s chest with a low grumble in the back of his throat.

Even though he’s not touching himself, his arousal is being sent into overdrive, and Mark can feel himself on the edge of climax. He shoots Jackson a look and pleads with his eyes for Jackson to let him cum.

“I want to cum inside you, cool?” Jackson says in a very soft voice, almost too quiet for Mark to hear. The blankets are now on the floor, bunched up near the wall and the two boys are alone, naked on the small bed.

“Mhm,” Mark replies with an airy tone. “I can’t believe it but I’m close too.” he says.

Learning that Mark is close to orgasm gives Jackson another burst of enthusiasm, and he can’t wait to have Mark’s cum all over his chest.

Mark bites down on his lower lip; the electricity shooting up his spine makes him shiver a little. He still can’t believe that he’s doing this with Tammy’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop him; Jackson’s dick feels way too good for him to even think for a second about stopping. The only thing going through his mind at that second is having Jackson closer and closer to him.

There are a few beads of sweat forming on Jackson’s forehead as he focuses all of his energy into the last final thrusts. He grabs down on the globes of Mark’s ass, eager fistfuls being used as the love handles.

The smooth rhythm they’ve created ceases, and Jackson amps it up again, bucking himself quickly and deeply into Mark.

Mark mumbles a groan that’s a mix of pain and pleasure, placing his hands on the round and hard chest muscles under him for support. Jackson works his hips around, trying to find Mark’s sweet spot. He stops when he notices Mark tense up, then fixates on that one area, pushing harder and harder into it until Mark’s nails are digging into his flesh.

“Oh, fuck.” Mark’s voice sounds a little scared as he looks down at himself. He shoots three or four ropes of cum all over Jackson’s belly and even his chin, blanketing the blonde with warm liquid.

This sends Jackson over the edge, and soon after he thrusts himself deep into Mark, vibrating with pleasure as the orgasm sends tremors throughout his entire body. Mark’s face flies into Jackson’s then, placing kisses on the side of Jackson’s mouth and the apples of his cheeks.

Jackson is in another world as he lets his cum release into Mark, the orgasm unlike any he has ever had before. He can feel tingling and sparks in his fingertips and toes, his heart pounding through his chest so loud he wonders if Tammy can hear it.

“Mark, you feel so fucking good,” he says to himself, moving his face over to the boy who was now lying at his side. “That was… unreal.”

“Who knew it would feel that good the first time.” Mark whispers, his eyes tracing over the faint glow of Jackson’s face. “I always thought it would be awkward and messy and scary.”

“I guess it just depends on who it’s with. You were perfect, to me.” Jackson says back, pulling on Mark’s chin with a finger before giving him one last kiss.

“I think we should get cleaned up and get back to the party.” Mark says, the realization of what just happened hitting him fully, now that he was mellowing out from the high.

“Lay with me a little longer, k?” Jackson says, breaking Mark’s nerves back down.

Mark smiles. He knows now that Jackson still wants to be around him.

"You're so beautiful Mark."

It was the first time he felt like he was important; as crazy as it sounds. If Jackson was X, then Mark was O.

Lying there in their sticky, hot, sweaty aftermath – it was perfect.

“Babe?” Jackson says again, making Mark blush with an innocent smile.

“Yes?”

“That was the best gift I’ve ever received.”

“Me too. Merry Christmas Jackson.”

“Merry Christmas Mark.”

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