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lopithecusfanfiction · 4 years

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My Favorite Place Is Inside Your Hug: Chapter Two [End]

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4313 Alternate: AO3 Author's Note: I wasn’t going to write this but… well… the idea wouldn’t leave me and some of you wanted a continuation of this anyway. ***Please note that the rating has changed to Explicit*** Chapter 1 with the summary can be found on this blog. I hope you enjoy!

Eddie wakes up early in the morning and for a split second, he’s confused about where he is. That is until his pillow, which is kind of hard under his head, shifts slightly. Then he remembers that his pillow is in fact not a pillow and that he had fallen asleep on top of Buck on the couch after he had kissed him. He doesn’t even really know how they managed to stay on the couch all through the night.

The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon with very little light shining through the curtains but that doesn’t stop it from being hot in the room. Buck is sticky with sweat underneath him and Eddie isn’t doing much better with sweat dripping down between his shoulder blades. He should move, wake Buck up so they both can get cleaned, but despite his muscles cramping from the awkward angle, he doesn’t really feel like doing that.

One of Buck’s hands is still placed lightly on his lower back with the other hanging off the side of the couch. His right leg is also off the couch, somehow subconsciously keeping the two balanced. Eddie’s left arm and left leg hang next to Buck’s, causing him to put his entire weight on him. His right arm is jammed between the couch cushion and Buck’s side, cutting off blood circulation and making his entire hand go numb.

Eddie shifts as little as he possibly can but can’t help the groan that escapes his mouth from the pain that shoots up his back. He feels stiff from being in one position for too long and he tries to move again to get more comfortable but this time Buck’s breath hitches and he wakes up groggy. His right hand comes up and rubs one of his eyes, yawning.

Taking a deep breath, Buck stretches with his other arm. Eddie immediately misses the heavy weight of his hand on his back. “What time is it?”

Eddie glances over to where his cable box is sat under his TV. “Ten after six.”

Buck places his hand back down on Eddie’s back, pushing up with his foot that is on the floor in order to adjust how they are on the couch. “Usually I sleep in more after a long shift.”

“I have to get Christopher ready for school in a bit,” he says but makes no move to get up. Buck’s hand is lightly scratching at his back, through his shirt. “Am I crushing you?”

Buck chuckles. “Not really.”

“You would tell me if I was, right?” Eddie asks, trying to lift some of his weight off Buck. When he does, Buck gives a small sigh of relief. “I’m not a woman, you know? I’m not going to be light.”

“I slept all through the night with you on top of me, Eddie, and was fine.” Buck slides his free hand behind his head, perching his head up at an angle to better look at Eddie. “How did we sleep through the night on this small couch of yours anyway?”

Eddie groans and finally rolls off of Buck, deciding that being uncomfortable wins out. When he’s standing, he stretches out his arms above his head, feeling the rush of blood going back in his right hand and making it prickle. “Guess we were just tired.” He looks down at Buck who stays sprawled along his couch. “Come on, you need to take a shower. You can borrow some of my clothes”

A wide smile appears on Buck’s face and he stretches out across the couch. Eddie rolls his eyes but can’t help smiling back. “What? You don’t like me glistening?”

“You’re disgusting. Go take a shower,” he says as he shakes his head with amusement, walking away. “I’ll go make breakfast.”

Buck leaps off the couch and jogs in front of him, holding out his hands to stop him. “Hold up, Diaz.” Eddie furrows his brows at the use of his last name. “You are not going to touch that oven, do you understand?”

“My cooking isn’t that bad.” He can tell Buck is holding back a smile as he tilts his head, eyebrows twitching. Eddie rolls his eyes again. “Okay, so it is bad but I can make pancakes.”

“Well…”

Eddie shoves at Buck, walking past him. “Shut up.”

He hears Buck chuckle all the way to the bathroom, shutting the door gently to not wake Christopher. Eddie sighs and leans against the countertop as he listens to the water starting in the shower. He tries to not think about the fact that Buck is currently naked in his house or the inevitable conversation they are eventually going to have to have.

It’s not like Eddie doesn’t know he’s attracted to Buck or that he loves him. He knows that pretty well and though he freaked out a little bit when he first acknowledged it, he’s had plenty of time to come to terms with it. He just doesn’t know how to explain it all to Buck. Before Buck, Eddie never really did have time to explore his sexuality or really think about it that closely. He met Shannon when he was young, got married to her young, and then he went to war and had a kid. After that, when Shannon left, he was still technically married to her and so he refused to sleep or date anyone else in some deluded way of staying faithful. It would have been too complicated if he had started dating when he was still married anyway. He was content, maybe a little sexually frustrated, but getting by nonetheless. Then Shannon came back and all was good until she died.

It took him a bit to get over her death but Eddie had Buck, at least when he wasn’t suing the city and the department. At some point, something changed. It wasn’t like it was love at first sight or, hell, attraction at first sight. It was when Buck started to act like a second dad to Christopher and Christopher started to love Buck that Eddie started to love him too. The attraction came after and he really doesn’t know if that makes him bisexual or something else, but what he does know is he wants Buck in his life, preferably forever.

Biting his bottom lip, Eddie pads over to the bathroom quietly, rapping on the closed door as lightly as possible to not wake Christopher but hard enough for Buck to hear over the stream of water. “Buck?” Eddie whispers, cracking the door open. It squeaks and Buck immediately pops his head out from the shower curtain.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s cheeks flush red and he’s not even sure what he’s doing. “I have to take a shower too.”

“Am I taking too long?” Buck asks, looking unsure.

“No, I was just thinking…” Dios, what is he doing? “Nevermind.” He quickly shuts the door and leans his back against it. Sweat drips down his temple and he’s already hard in his pants from just the thought of Buck in the shower. He groans inwardly in frustration.

Just as Eddie is about to push off the door, it opens and he falls backward. Buck catches him awkwardly under the arms but not having expected Eddie to be right there, he stumbles back and almost trips himself. Somehow, he regains his footing and pushes Eddie back to a standing position. “Eddie, what the hell? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie swallows and wipes a hand along his forehead. He turns to face Buck and immediately regrets it because Buck is wearing nothing but a towel. Heat enters his cheeks again. “What are you doing? Why’s the water still running?” Eddie reaches over and shuts the shower off.

Buck shrugs, grabbing a hold of the towel to stop it from falling. “I was going to come find you.”

“To do what?” Eddie asks, his heart beginning to beat faster in his chest.

Buck shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “I… don’t know.” He clears his throat. “What were you doing?”

Eddie swallows thickly, struggling to keep his eyes trained on Buck’s eyes. “Just to,” he gestures towards Buck vaguely, “tell you to hurry up.”

Buck looks absolutely confused but doesn’t question him. “Okay… can I… can I get back to it then?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat again. “Sorry.” He backs up out of the bathroom and shuts the door. He stands there until he hears the water turn back on and then, with an embarrassed groan, he turns around and heads back into the kitchen.

Dios, what was he thinking? They haven’t even talked about what is going on between them and Eddie was just about ready to join Buck in the shower. He’s gone insane. There’s no other explanation for it. Scrubbing a hand down his face roughly, Eddie groans in frustration once more. He’s got to get a hold of himself.

But even as he’s thinking it, he can’t get Buck in a towel out of his head and he’s still hard from the thought of water dripping down his naked body. Swallowing thickly, Eddie quickly makes a decision. Probably an impulsive and stupid decision, but a decision nonetheless. With a deep breath, Eddie waits for Buck to stride into the kitchen after his shower, one hand on the hem of the towel.

Buck gestures behind him with his thumb in the direction of Eddie’s bedroom, eyebrows furrowed in question. “I thought you would have some clothes for me laid out by now.” He looks around the kitchen. “You weren’t attempting to make breakfast were you?”

Eddie bites his bottom lip. Instead of answering Buck, he walks up to him and pats one of Buck’s shoulders. “Come on.” Buck follows behind him, wariness and bewilderment radiating off him. When they get into Eddie’s bedroom, Eddie shuts the door and pushes Buck up against it. “Eddie?”

“Shut up.” Eddie presses his mouth against Buck’s hard, stepping up against the man.

Buck’s hands come up and push at him gently, turning his head to avoid Eddie’s mouth. “Eddie, stop.” Eddie blinks in disappointment, sighing and taking a small step back. Buck hesitantly places his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, eyes darting over them before settling on Eddie’s eyes. “Okay… shouldn’t we talk first? A-And what about getting Christopher up?”

Eddie shrugs. “We’ll be fast.”

Buck gapes at him. “I don’t think…” Buck takes a breath. “Eddie that’s not really how it works.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Buck asks. “It’s not the same as with a woman.”

Eddie nods. “So you’ve done this before then? Had sex with a man?”

There’s a small amused smirk on Buck’s face. “I’m guessing you haven’t.”

Eddie squirms, trying to step back up against Buck but Buck holds him back. “I don’t want to have this conversation right now.”

“We have to Eddie.”

“Not right now.” Sighing, Buck finally lets him step closer and Eddie takes hold of the towel, slowly undoing it. “I just want to get off.” He lets the towel drop to the floor.

Looking down, Eddie isn’t exactly sure what he had been expecting to see. Buck’s penis looks like any other penis; thick and long and not that much different from Eddie’s. Buck is already half hard and it twitches slightly under Eddie’s scrutiny. Overall it’s pretty normal and Eddie isn’t exactly sure what to do from here. He half expected to have some kind of gay awakening at seeing Buck’s cock, to be practically drooling over the thing but in reality, no such thing happens. It’s just… a penis.

Buck is watching him closely, anticipation playing along his face. Eddie doesn’t know what Buck wants him to do and he squirms under the gaze. Eventually, after several long seconds, he comes to a conclusion and drops down to his knees. Buck’s cock gives another interested twitch and Eddie watches it in a mix of fascination and disgust. With a swallow, Eddie grabs the base, completely anticipating leaning forward and taking it into his mouth, but then he halts, not being able to make himself move. Then all he can think about is how stupid he must look with his mouth hanging open and a dick in his hand.

“Eddie,” Buck says softly, one hand carding through Eddie’s hair. “Eddie stand up.” Eddie does as he’s told, cheeks on fire. “You don’t have to do that. Not if you’re not ready.”

Buck’s words calm him down and Eddie hadn’t actually realized how on edge he was. Okay, so maybe he jumped the gun a bit. Maybe he wasn’t ready to go full on porn star with his best friend. “I want to… eventually,” he says, trying to reassure Buck and Eddie finds that it is the truth. He’s definitely interested and the disgust he felt earlier is already waning to more of a curiosity.

Buck cups his cheek, making Eddie look at him. “You’ll get there. We’ll go slow, take our time.”

“You?” Eddie chuckles. “Evan Buckley, is going to take it, what word did you use, slow?”

Buck is chuckling now too and it makes Eddie relax to hear his friend’s laugh. “When it’s important, I will, and this is important, Eddie.” Eddie doesn’t say anything. Buck is fishing for that conversation they need to have again but Eddie isn’t ready so he refuses to acknowledge anything at all. Buck’s lips thin in annoyance but he doesn’t say anything else about the subject and instead cups the back of Eddie’s head and pulls it down to his shoulder. With his other hand, he pulls Eddie even closer by the small of his back. “Like this.” Buck rolls his hips slightly.

“What about my jeans?” Eddie asks, knowing they can’t be something comfortable to rut against.

Buck huffs a laugh. “Are you ready for them to be off? Or unzipped?”

Eddie thinks about it, really thinks about it, and in the end, he sighs in defeat. “No.”

“Thought so.” Buck holds him tighter, rolling his hips again and making Eddie moan. “This is fine. I promise.” He cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair, squeezing the back of his head. “Come on.”

Eddie rolls his hips as well and moans again, pleasure shooting up his back and down his legs. His jeans are tight, almost too tight, and he reaches down to grab Buck by the hips, pulling him impossibly closer. He buries his face into Buck’s shoulder more, already panting with arousal. “Buck…”

“That’s it,” Buck encourages, breathing hard himself. He keeps a hand on Eddie’s head and a hand on Eddie’s lower back, hips moving along with him. Eddie can feel how hard Buck is now and his pants are way too tight.

“Hold on,” Eddie breaths, letting go of Buck’s waist and reaching for the zipper on his jeans. “Maybe…” He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, letting some of the pressure off his aching cock. When he lines up with Buck again and can feel him through his underwear, slotting right next to his own hard on, Eddie moans and almost comes right then.

“I thought,” Buck kisses his ear, “thought you weren’t ready for that?”

Eddie shakes his head, nipping at Buck’s shoulder. “I changed my mind. Dios, this feels good.”

Buck chuckles. “That’s the goal.” Eddie can feel Buck’s confident smirk against his ear. “You are humping a sex god.”

Eddie pulls back and makes sure Buck can see him roll his eyes. “Seriously?”

Buck is laughing and though he tries really hard not to, Eddie smiles at him. Shaking his head in amusement, Eddie lies his head back down on Buck’s shoulder. He’s close now that the only thing separating them is the thin cloth of Eddie’s boxers. They rub up against each other frantically, panting hard. Buck grips Eddie’s hair, or as best as he can with how short it is, and his fingernails dig into Eddie’s back where Buck’s hand has slipped under his shirt. Eddie’s own grip on Buck’s waist is bruising and he wouldn’t be surprised if Buck ends up with some finger shaped black and blues.

Just that thought alone has Eddie coming first. He shudders in Buck’s grasp, gasping at the suddenness of it. A deep, guttural moan escapes from his lips and he pushes against Buck to get as close to him as possible. Buck’s grip has tightened and his head falls back against the door, body stiffening with his own release. It’s fucking hot.

They both stand there as their high dwindles, breathing hard. Eddie has his eyes closed, forehead pressed against the sweaty skin of Buck’s shoulder and Buck has his cheek lying against Eddie’s head. Slowly they come back to their senses and pull away from each other. Buck’s face is red and Eddie takes the time to look at the man in all his glory. He really is gorgeous.

“Now I need another shower,” Buck says, breaking the silence between them. Eddie’s eyes dart up to meet Buck’s but he quickly lowers them back down to Buck’s chest, buttoning and zipping his jeans back up. He tries to not cringe at the feeling of his wet underwear. “Are you going to freak out on me?”

Eddie swallows. “Maybe.” He shakes his head, trying to clear it. “I don’t know.”

“This is why we should have had our conversation first.” There’s amusement in Buck’s voice which causes Eddie to look back at his eyes. There’s a twinkle in them and smirk playing at Buck’s lips.

Eddie decides to not engage in Buck’s teasing and instead nudges the man away from the door. “Look, I'm going to go take a shower. You can take another one when you get home. I really do need to get Christopher up now.”

“Just another reason why we should have had that conversation.”

“Buck,” Eddie says pointedly, opening the door just wide enough to let him out but not wide enough to show off Buck’s naked form.

Buck holds up his hands in surrender but Eddie can see he’s struggling to not laugh. “Alright, I'll get dressed, get Christopher up, fed and ready for school. You go on and take your shower.” When Eddie goes to protest, Buck gives him a shooing gesture. “Go! Have your little mini freak out.”

Eddie does as he’s told, shutting his bedroom door behind him. He gets into the shower, expecting to do exactly what Buck had suggested and freak out from the fact that he and Buck just got off from rubbing up against one another. Except he doesn't freak out once in there. He actually feels, surprisingly, good about the whole thing. In fact, he wouldn’t mind doing it again. Logically, he knows they’ll have to eventually do more than just hump each other but for now, he’s satisfied and excited by what they just did.

He washes himself up quickly, almost feeling bad for making Buck get dressed when he clearly needed another shower. It’s too late now but that doesn’t stop Eddie from thinking about how he missed another opportunity to take a shower with Buck. Rolling his eyes at his own ridiculousness, Eddie steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around himself. He then goes back to his bedroom and puts on new clothes. When he finally makes it out to the dining room, Christopher is sat there eating pancakes while Buck is sat across from him, eating his own pancake and wearing Eddie’s clothes. They’re a little too small on him but hug him in the right spots and Eddie needs to stop that train of thought immediately.

“Good morning, Buddy!” Eddie leans down and kisses Christopher on top of the head.

“Goodmorning,” Christopher replies, mouth full of pancake.

Eddie sits down where there is an unoccupied plate of pancakes, assuming they are for him. “Thanks for making these, Buck.”

“It was no problem.” Buck eyes him and Eddie avoids looking at him. “I’ve been thinking,” he starts. “I can bring Christopher to school and then I’ll come back here to…” Buck darts his eyes towards Christopher before looking back at Eddie. “You know. So we can… talk.”

Eddie sighs, knowing the tactic Buck is doing. If Eddie brought Christopher to school, then Eddie can just not return home. Buck would wait for hours before, hopefully, giving up and calling an Uber. If Buck brings Christopher to school, with Eddie’s truck since Buck’s Jeep isn’t here, then Eddie would have no choice but to stay home until Buck’s return. That is if Eddie didn’t Uber somewhere but he and Buck both know he wouldn’t do that. Not pointlessly at least.

“Fine,” he says and Buck nods. “Christopher, why don’t you go brush your teeth.” Christopher nods, not questioning Buck and Eddie’s conversation, and strides out of the room in the direction of the bathroom.

Buck takes a deep breath and stands, picking up his and Christopher’s empty plates while Eddie begins eating. He stops in the doorway, looking back at Eddie. “You know, running away from our problems and feelings is what got us into messes in the past. The lawsuit, you fighting… I don’t want this time to be like those times.”

Eddie glances up at Buck. “When did you get so wise?”

Buck shrugs. “I started paying attention.” With that, Buck exits the room, leaving Eddie to contemplate that.

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It takes Buck an unfairly short amount of time to take Christopher to school. Usually, in L.A. traffic, it takes Eddie at least half an hour to get Christopher to school and then another half hour to get back home if that’s where he is headed. So he entirely expects to have at least an hour to himself to dread the conversation that he and Buck are going to have when the man returns. That’s why he’s so surprised when Buck is entering the house only forty-five minutes later.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at him. “Wow, you have to tell me what route you took to get Christopher to school.”

Buck smiles at him, pleased with the compliment, and Eddie practically melts at how innocent and happy the man looks. “I think I just got lucky.”

Eddie smiles too because Buck’s smiles are contagious it seems. “Come on.” He waves him on. “If we are going to talk, we can at least do it somewhere comfortable.” They head into the living room and sit down on opposite sides of the couch, facing each other. “What do you want to know?”

Buck hesitates, thinking. “Let’s start with your PTSD and what happened to you yesterday.”

Eddie scratches at his forehead, looking at the floor. He had hoped with all the other stuff going on between them, that Buck had forgotten about that. “I… don’t think I’m ready to talk about that.” He glances at Buck and sees his eyebrows are furrowed. He can’t tell if it’s in frustration, confusion, or concern. “Maybe someday, Buck, but not today. I can’t.”

Slowly Buck nods, licking his lips. “Okay.” Buck studies him and Eddie can feel his cheeks heating up. “What’s going on between us, Eddie?”

“Do we have to label it?” Eddie asks, increasingly feeling uncomfortable. He knows what he feels towards Buck, wishes he could tell him, but he’s never been good about opening up to people.

Buck shrugs and takes a breath. “I… guess not but I think we should talk about where we go from here.”

Eddie bites his bottom lip, looks away briefly, and then catches Buck’s worried eyes again. “If you’re worried that all I want is sex, then you’re wrong.”

Buck visibly relaxes and Eddie tries to not be surprised that that was exactly what Buck thought was going to happen. “Then… what do you want?”

“What do you want?” Eddie counters.

This makes Buck laugh and a smile pulls at Eddie’s lips. “You can’t just ask me the same question without answering mine.”

This time it’s Eddie’s turn to shrug. “You’re the one who is more open with his feelings.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you feel towards me, Buck?” Buck’s mouth closes from his amused grin and his entire face turns serious. Okay, so that was the wrong thing to ask.

Buck stares at him, swallowing, but says nothing. He doesn’t have to. It’s written in his eyes and Eddie can read them perfectly. Buck feels the same way that Eddie feels towards him; a love that outshines any other love they’ve ever felt. And Eddie gets it. Neither of them are ready to actually say the words, too afraid that this… thing that is happening between them will end in painful heartbreak if they admit to such feelings towards each other. They both are guarded against it because, at the end of the day, they both have their own abandonment issues to deal with.

Eddie grabs a hold of Buck’s hand and squeezes it. “Me too,” he says with conviction and a little nod. This brings Buck’s smile back and it makes Eddie happy to see it and that he was the one to put it there. He shrugs nonchalantly, allowing a mischievous little smile to form on his face. “It helps that you’re hot too.” Buck’s smile slowly grows in strength. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to date a sex god?” Buck huffs in amusement, dipping his head and looking up at Eddie through his eyelashes. Eddie looks forward to what he is about to say next just to see what other reaction he can get out of the man. “And that sex god is me, by the way.”

Buck tackles him to the couch and Eddie falls onto his back with Buck on top of him as Buck tries to tickle him into submission, both laughing happily.

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A/N: I’m not entirely sure what sexuality I’m implying for Eddie. Buck is definitely bisexual in this fic and I usually consider Eddie to be bi as well but in this, I played around with it more. I feel as if he might come across more demisexual, maybe grey-asexual?? I don’t know. If you want, let me know your thoughts! I’m interested to know how you all interpreted it.

This time it really is the end. I really hope you all enjoyed this little fic! Thank you so much for reading!

#Buddie #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 #Buck #My Favorite Place Is Inside Your Hug #My Fanfiction

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Reigning Madness – Chapter 50

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Jared’s POV:

Shannon returned to the room with me for our meal, and once everyone had finished eating I called Emma and Tomo to come by the suite. Caroline was curled up in the oversized armchair reading while we waited for them and I became lost in the sight of her for a moment. She was dressed in her usual jeans and a band t-shirt and her her hair was loose around her shoulders. I wondered at how she seemed to almost be glowing even in that simple attire and then I realized it was the warm smile on her face. It had been a while since I had seen her truly happy and relaxed. I hoped I would never again be a source of heartache for her.

Once everyone was present Caroline joined me at my side, weaving her fingers into my own. Tomo noticed and smiled immediately. “So Care and I have something we want to talk to you guys about,” I began but that was as far as I got before he let out a whoop.

“The bitch is no more!” he shouted triumphantly. Shannon started laughing.

“Yes, it's true,” I confirmed. “Not only are Cynnamon and I not getting back together, Caroline and I have decided to move forward together in our relationship. So I would appreciate it...”

“Oh no, little brother,” Shannon interjected, “We are the ones who appreciate it. Believe me.”

“I would appreciate it,” I began again, “if you all could start treating Caroline like my actual girlfriend instead of an unwilling hostage.”

“Are you sure you about that?” Tomo asked Caroline. “He doesn't have your mother stashed in an underground bunker somewhere, does he? I know Morse code, you can blink out an answer if you need help.”

Shannon, of course, couldn't resist pilling on Tomo's teasing. “What if she doesn't know Morse code? Blink three times if you want us to rescue you, Care.”

“Maybe she has a head injury. Do you need us to take you to the hospital?”

“Maybe she's not Caroline at all. Maybe she's been switched for a look alike. Jared do you have the Caroline tied up in a trunk?”

Tomo laughed. “I bet that's it. You know how Jared likes rope...”

“Har har har,” I sneered, cutting him off before he could go any further down that road. Caroline just smiled that bubbly smile and gripped my hand a little tighter.

“I am happy for you two, I truly am. And I admit this makes my job a little easier,” Emma said in approval. “I am a little worried about what Cynnamon might do once she realizes. She's already in violation of the NDA we had drawn up when we started this arrangement.”

“And maybe she needs to be reminded of that fact. Have the lawyers let her know we'll hold off suing her as long as she fades quietly into the background.” I suggested. We only hadn't gone after already because I thought it would give her accusations an air of legitimacy and draw more attention to the situation.

“I don't know if threatening her is the way to go, Jared.” Emma pointed out. “You know how volatile she is.”

“Fine. Handle her however you think is best. I just never want to have to see her again. I can't believe how wrong I was about her.” I admitted. I really had been completely blind to Cynnamon and her manipulations right up until the end. I knew I had made a choice to cling to the romanticized notion of her I had formed in the beginning and that I was to blame for all the grief she had caused those around me. “I'm sorry I put you all through what I have these last few months. Thank you for sticking by me anyway. Especially you,” I added as I turned to Care.

Caroline leaned up and kissed my cheek gently. “It's over and done. We've all done stupid things before, especially where Susan is concerned,” she said. Her eyes clouded for a moment and I realized she was referring to herself as well. I knew I still didn't have the whole story of what had happened between the two of them. Now wasn't the time to get it, however.

“Do you want me to change the hotel reservations for the rest of her stay? Or do you want to keep the suites?” Emma asked.

I looked at Caroline. “I kind of like the suites,” she confessed. “But I'm not sure how much longer the label is going to keep me out on the road so don't go to a lot of effort on my part.”

“Speaking of Caroline's job,” I clarified, “I'm going to go with her to hear this band this evening. And I'd like to go with her going forward too. Can you see if you can make my schedule accommodate that as much as possible?” I asked Emma. “I'm hoping if I go to these auditions and scouting events too it will encourage your bosses to keep this up a little while longer” I explained to Caroline.

“Let's hope,” she confirmed.

Once everyone was updated they dispersed, leaving Care and me alone again. “We have a few hours,” I purred suggestively as I pulled her toward the sofa. She was officially mine now, and I wanted to make up for the time I had foolishly wasted keeping her in my back pocket while I placated Cynnamon.

“Well, you do have that press thing later...” Caroline teased, but she followed me down onto the cushions, wrapping those long legs around me as I positioned myself between them.

I nuzzled her chin before pressing my tongue into her waiting mouth and she pulled it in eagerly, groaning against me as she tangled her fingers into my hair. “Not for hours,” I whispered into her ear, and I watched the goosebumps erupt as my warm breath tickled her skin. She still smelled freshly of the shower she had taken, coconut hair rinse and those rose-scented goats milk soap bars she carried with her. She was a symphony of details, soft lush skin, a mole just behind her left ear, and I was aching to learn her music. I had been an idiot but I had, however improbably and undeservedly, been given a second chance with her. I wanted to savor it.

“Jared....” Caroline groaned as I pulled her t-shirt away. The tender things I wanted from her were evolving, changing with the unbridled moan that fell from her lips. I could feel my cock straining at my zipper, begging for attention, and I ground my hips against her thigh as I unfastened her bra. Her nipples were already hard little jewels and as I tugged them between my teeth I was rewarded with Caroline's appreciative whimpers. Impatiently I tore my own shirt off and then made my way down her toned stomach, quickly unfastening her jeans and yanking them aside.

Caroline sat up and leaned forward before I could settle over her again, reaching into my sweats and wrapping her hand around my cock. “Jesus, Leto, do you ever wear underwear?” she joked before giving my achingly hard shaft a few strokes. I slid my pants down my hips and she brought her mouth to me, flicking her tongue across the bead of precum that had gathered at my tip. I couldn't help the animalistic noise that came from my chest at her touch. Fuck, I thought I was going to spill into her mouth right there. She just smiled and gave my cock another swirl of her tongue, teasing the underside while she took me into that sweet throat. I had to fight to keep control, I didn't want this to be over too quickly and I didn't want to overwhelm her, but my hips were driving me forward, deeper and deeper into that slick heat and when she slipped her hand up my thigh and under my balls something shuddered deep in my stomach and I had to pull away.

I pushed her back against the sofa again, throwing one leg over the back so that she was fully exposed to me. I trailed kisses all along the delicate skin of her thighs before arriving at her core. Using my thumbs I opened her outer lips, revealing what was mine now. She shuddered at the touch, her deep brown eyes watching me carefully as I took the first taste of her, her sweet juices coating my tongue. She was already drenched in anticipation and I lapped at her arousal while she moaned my name and ground her hips against my flickering tongue. She was perfect, uninhibited, hungry, but the way she cried out my name as I sucked her sensitive clit between my lips pushed me further than I could stand, and I abandoned my stance to stretch myself against her again.

“See how good you taste?” I asked her after she had nibbled my lower lip and pulled my tongue into her mouth. She didn't answer, merely shifted her hips underneath me so that my length was pressing into the wetness that covered her swollen cleft. I gasped at the contact and she snaked her hand between us, guiding me between her folds. Her delicate cavern took me in and molded itself around me and I had to grab her shoulders and still myself so I wouldn't lose control. It had been a long time since any woman had that effect on me, but each time I touched Caroline everything intensified and I could feel myself being drawn in deeper and deeper every minute.

I set a cautious rhythm, seeking to maintain my restraint, but Caroline wouldn't be subdued. Relentlessly she moved her hips against mine, shuddering and whimpering my name, and I knew there was no way I could hold back for long. The tension between our bodies escalated rapidly, and Caroline shifted again, letting her hand find that junction point and thrumming her clit as I pumped into her. In seconds her pussy was convulsing against me, Caroline's shouts and ragged breathing driving me over the edge myself. My forehead fell to her chest as I quickly shifted my hips, emptying myself on the smooth swell of her lower stomach as I continued thrusting into the damp press of our bodies. Caroline tightened her legs against my hips and pulled me through it until I collapsed on top of her in a sweaty, sticky mess.

I let myself come down before moving off her, as carefully as possible so as not to leave questionable stains on the sofa. Care looked at the mess between us and giggled and I had to laugh along with her. “I'll go start the shower,” she offered. When she stood up I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me for one more moment.

“You know how crazy about you I am, right Caroline?” I asked her as I rocked her gently.

“I'm beginning to understand now,” she replied, but there was still an uncertainty in her voice. I realized I still had a lot to prove to her, and she wasn't going to let me do it with jewelry or fancy dinners. I just hoped she was going to give me enough time to earn her trust back.

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