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"I didn't think it would get this bad." Eddie mumbles, shifting in place where he lays restlessly against the mattress. He's lost count of how many attempts he's made over the better part of this week in trying to figure this shit out. He simply cannot get comfortable.
This is the fourth night like this, of Eddie attempting to sleep on his left side. His right shoulder flared up early in the week and he is now tasked with keeping as much pressure off of it as he can, which isn't the easiest job in the world when you're a first responder and have a decently hefty physical workload.
The first night he spent alone and didn't sleep at all, the constant desire to say "screw this" and lay with his shoulder trapped under him just to get some rest was ever imminent.
The second night Buck didn't come over until late late after covering for someone on B-shift, only making his way in just before the sun came up. He laid against Buck's own shoulder and chest when Buck propped himself on his back and let his boyfriend use him as a pillow, and that helped to some extent.
Last night Buck was only over for the evening before having to go babysit Jee, which Eddie didn't blame him for, because who wouldn't want to take midnight baking lessons from Uncle Buck?
It's no secret that Eddie likes to be facing the door of his room when he's asleep. It's a conscience thing, the need to be able to jump right up and go if Christopher calls him, or if something else ruses in the night that needs his attention. Even when he's laying on his back, his head is always tilted to the right so it's facing the door. After he and Buck got together and started sharing a bed it was something they accommodated often when Buck stayed over. He let his guard down some nights when Buck was over, not really worrying too much about it and just let them arrange themselves however they felt.
Physical therapy after the shooting was a grueling process in and of itself, and Eddie often wonders how different things would had been if Buck hadn't been there. He practically lived in the Diaz household for months while Eddie recovered, helping with any and everything imaginable around the house.
And now here they lay together again with Eddie facing the far wall of the room, Buck pressed in close behind him with one arm slung neatly over his waist, the other extended over Eddie's head on the pillow. Buck's thumb toys with the top of the duvet where it billows across their waistlines, fingernails catching a piece of loose thread, twirling it before the pads.
"You know… science says laying on your left side has more health benefits than your right." Buck explains, feeling the way Eddie deflates at that, but continues anyway. "It's good for digestion, and also with the natural way your organs move and align with gravity."
The soft glow from the lamp on the nightstand illuminates the dimness as Eddie's eyes trail over the parts of the back wall he isn't usually familiar with, from the window to the dresser. Which is slightly frustrating because after years of sleeping a certain way he can't just… untrain his body from what it's used to. He shouldn't have to be seeing this side of the room at all in the first place.
"Does science know getting hit in the shoulder with a large caliber bullet and dealing with the aftermath doesn't exactly make chasing those health benefits easy?" Eddie muses, sarcastic but hoping Buck sees through that to the lighthearted, playful tone lacing his words. "This sucks."
It earns him the arm around his waist tightening at the responses. Buck hums against his skin, serving as silent reminder that he's here to help, not make matters worse. The occasional twinge of discomfort is his shoulder doesn't help matters much but they handle it the best they know how to.
"It's not as bad as it was during physical therapy, right?" Buck asks, mouth pressed firmly but gently against the top of Eddie's right shoulder through the fabric of his hoodie. Ironically, he knows the pressure helps some, like clamping a hand over a fresh cut the relieve the sting. "Pain-wise, I mean. But also your range of motion, I guess."
"I don't think you could even call it pain," Eddie's breath huffs out of him, shifting his hip a bit to a different angle. "It's more of a dull ache than anything."
"Hmm..." Buck's quiet behind him while he let's his boyfriend explain.
"And it keeps popping every time I move."
Before he can even decide on his plan of action, Buck lets out a frustrated sigh of his own. The arm around Eddie moves a bit so the crook of his elbow rests in the dip of his boyfriend's waist, letting his fingers drum over the soft skin of his belly the peaks out where Eddie's hoodie has rode up. Buck presses closer against his side, leaning over to kiss the corner of his jaw.
“Do you want me to get my laptop, read you to sleep… or would you prefer another distraction?” He drops his voice low and brushes his lips softly against Eddie’s jaw again, tantalizingly soft.
Christopher wanting to have a sleepover with Denny and the Wilsons tonight was the best thing that could've happened in this moment.
"A distraction sounds promising.” Eddie turns his head to meet Buck’s next kiss, who smiles widely against his lips and dips his hand under Eddie’s hoodie - no shirt. His fingers splay wide across the expanse of his stomach, thumb swiping lovingly over the soft, firm skin there. It’s nice, makes Eddie smile, and he tries to relax into the feeling of Buck’s hand and lips.
“I can do distracting.” Buck adds with a parting kiss to the ball of his shoulder, rolling over to retrieve a few necessary items. He's vaguely aware of the movement happening behind him as he digs through the nightstand drawer, grabbing the half empty bottle of lube they should probably invest in a replacement for and a stray condom.
Sure, they've been together long enough that neither have been with anyone else, they both know they're clean, but they are still responsible. Plus it helps with keeping the mess to a minimum, so who can really fault them?
Buck makes quick work of rolling the condom on before discarding the wrapper in the bin under the stand. They've done this enough times that it runs like clockwork - there's a rhythm now. Turning back around he sees that Eddie is now lying on his back, fingers resting interlocked over his stomach where the duvet rests just below his waist. His gaze tracks Buck's as the blonde moves to kneel on the bed beside him, bare knee making contact with the smooth material of Eddie's sweatpants that clothe his hip.
Buck taps there twice with the deft finger, teasingly dipping his finger into the top of the waistband before giving in a light tug, letting it snap back into place.
"These need to come off if you want your distraction, sweetheart."
And Eddie, with a big smile creeping onto his face, honest to God, giggles at that. Like a schoolgirl being complimented, or a kid being told a funny joke.
With the slight help of Eddie lifting his hips, Buck drags the pants down and off, throwing them over and off the foot of the bed, careless of where they end up. He doesn't miss the way Eddie grimaces when he planted his upper body into the bed for leverage to do so, undoubtedly putting pressure on his shoulders.
The discarded sweatpants leave Eddie sporting only a nicely-fitted navy blue LAFD hoodie, a slight contrast to Buck who was already shirtless before they started, but now pantless himself and completely naked.
Before moving any further, his hands reach out to frame Eddie's waist gently, fingers resting over the ridges of his ribs as Buck leans over to press an open kiss to the front of his boyfriend's shoulder through the material. The same spot Buck is ever reminded of where his red-coated hands pushed and pressed in a vain attempt to keep Eddie alive.
He allows his face to linger there for a moment, face soothed by the way the soft fabric catches on his stubble, careful to not press down too much in fear of causing more discomfort. Eddie's hands traveling up into his hair is a telltale sign that he managed just fine, fingers combing through the curls with a small hum from Eddie in acknowledgement. Buck raises his head to nuzzle his way into the space between the hood and Eddie's neck, placing featherlight kisses to the skin there before trailing his lips up along Eddie's jawbone, delicately nibbling there before he reaches his destination.
Kissing Eddie is easily in the top five list of Buck's favorite things to do, maybe even top three. The shared space and intimacy of it was intoxicating in all of the right ways, sparks soaking into their souls with such a level of ridiculousness to think he could actually have this.
Buck’s fingers warmly squeeze where they're still fanned out over Eddie's waist, making a soft noise when Eddie's own gentle tug on his hair as a silent reply. Buck pulls back just far enough to take in his face before pressing pne final kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth. Buck has him sit up a bit to help shimmy the hoodie from Eddie's torso, who immediately misses the warmth it provided.
Buck silently muses to himself about the ways he's so much better to warm Eddie up than a measly article of clothing.
With a suggestive nudge Buck has him turning back over onto his left side, then sliding right up behind him, perfectly mirroring their previous positions. Eddie faintly whines at having to remove his hands from Buck's hair, and Buck's thinks he himself isn't far behind at the loss.
He encourages Eddie to shift his right leg up to bend at the knee, giving Buck a little more room to work with. Slick fingertips rubbing lightly over his rim send chills up the length of his spine no matter how much he knows Buck tried to warm it up.
The combination of Buck gently working his finger inside of him and Buck tenderly mouthing at the back of his shoulder eases something inside Eddie, a sense of comfort and happiness enveloping him fully.
It's overwhelming, and it has Eddie tucking his face into the plush of the pillow, cursing as his hips immediately roll back to meet Buck's merciful ministrations, humming all the while.
“Good?” Buck asks, slightly muffled where his lips still press to the skin of his shoulder and upper arm.
"More than good.” Eddie curses quietly, face flushed while he tries to keep himself at bay. He gives another roll of his hips, chasing when the hand working him open pulls back a bit. Buck rewards him with another finger sliding in to meet the first, twisting gently, feeling around the space he's become oh-so familiar with.
Eddie lets his eyes fall shut, mouth hanging slightly open as little puffs of air make their way from his throat, swallowing down the quiet moans Buck pulls out of his throat when he crooks his fingers a certain way. Usually Buck works him over so much that Eddie gets impatient with this, hungry, needy, and yet every time Buck insists on thoroughly pulling him apart at the seams.
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours; time is completely irrelevant to them as long as it doesn't shake the serenity of moments like this. Once Buck is dipping a third finger into him Eddie knows they're nearing the subjectively better part of this exchange, basking in the feelings and emotions that threaten to bubble over as he continues stretching Eddie open.
“Buck…” He pants quietly, the pillow under his head warmed with the heat of his body. Buck wordlessly hums in acknowledgement, prompting Eddie to mutter another quiet "Buck" under his breath.
"Ready?” The question is a foregone conclusion but Buck asks it anyway, earning a lazily mumbled "mhm" in return, which has him lightly laughing into the other's shoulder at how completely blissed out Eddie sounds.
"Don't get too carried away just yet, Eds." Buck stretches up to whisper in his ear before
Eddie faintly hears the cap of a bottle popping open again behind him, piecing together in his foggy mind what's happening before he feels Buck swiping the length of his cock around the slick crease of his ass, the head finally catching on the warmth of his rim.
Buck tucks them in nicely, leaving hardly any room between their bodies as he presses in gently. He keeps his face hidden in the space between Eddie shoulder and neck, peppering the skin there as they adjust.
Eddie closes a fist around the corner of the pillow as his teeth move to cage his bottom lip, letting his body be surrounded by the drunkenness of feeling full as Buck bottoms out, leaving him nestled there while they take it in.
Everything- every movement, every word was filled with such care and precision. Buck pressing heated but heartfelt kisses into the side of his neck provided more than enough stability for Eddie to remain comfortable. The ever-looming ache in his shoulder long forgotten about as they use this moment to cherish themselves and each other.
Buck drags himself out a little before rocking back in a little bit, making it a repetitive motion again and again, giving a little bit more each time.
Eddie hums at every push and pull, his left arm bending at the elbow to reach and grab Buck's hand where it's extended above his head on the pillow. The squeeze he receives in return is appreciated but it leaves him wishing he could see Buck's face through all of this. He's eager to let him work and maneuver them however he feels but Eddie still misses it.
The growing intensity builds with each roll of Buck's hips, interchanging in spells of short, shallow thrusts to longer, harsher snaps that have Eddie feeling dizzy. Buck can't get a lot of motion in anyway from how they're laying but both know he will do his utmost best to still make it worthwhile.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.” Buck’s hot breath pours out over where his face still rests in the side of his boyfriend's neck, and everything about this is exactly what Eddie wanted.
Buck's hand waves circles over the skin of his hip and thigh, swirling around to his middle and chest, as though Buck's trying to cover as much ground as possible, like there's limited time for what he can reach- which they surely don't have. They could spend countless hours just like this if they really wanted to.
Buck keeps the rhythm of pulling almost all the way out before moving right back in, a steady pattern not fast enough to punch air from Eddie's lungs but still shaking a whine out of him. Buck's absorbs everything he's getting from him.
He considers keeping his left arm above Eddie where it rests across the pillows, lightly supporting himself up on that forearm for leverage. He needs more, Buck needs more. He dislodges his hand from Eddie's own before saying "fuck it" and in one swift move, he's working the arm between Eddie’s neck and the pillow instead so Eddie's head is cushioned on Buck's bicep instead. His hand reaches out again for Eddie's which he's granted after the reposition, his right one coming to rest in the dip of Eddie's waist on his exposed side, goosebumps scattering like wildfire over the skin there at its sudden presence.
"Buck, baby," Eddie hums, content at letting anything and everything coming to him happen with ease as long as his boyfriend's in the driver's seat. "God- please, you feel so good."
Buck sparks at how deep Eddie's voice suddenly is, squeezing the hand where their fingers are interlaced in front of Eddie, appreciating the closeness and the intimacy- it’s nothing short of perfect. There’s almost too much love, too much to handle. Eddie’s too breathtaking like this, and way, way too fucking hot and tight around him.
Just as Buck considers setting a more rugged pace for them, Eddie reaches the hand not occupied by Buck's own behind him to grab at his boyfriend's hip while he's thrusting, but fingers immediately leave his side to catch him, wrapping tentatively around his wrist..
"No," Buck warns, inwardly knowing Eddie shouldn't strain his arm back at that angle anyway but decides very quickly to play it up. He brings the wrist back over to sit atop Eddie's own hip so that his right arm is now parallel to his body, holding it firmly in place without easing his grip.
"Keep your hand here," Buck instructs, firmly pressing Eddie's wrist into his hip as emphasis before moving his now free hand up to Eddie's face and neck. Buck's fingers grasp lightly around his jaw while his palm rests against the top of Eddie's throat, able to feel every small movement and vibration under it.
Buck uses his hand to tilt Eddie's face back a little to the side and slots their lips together. It takes a bit of work to not have Eddie strain his neck at an odd angle but they manage just fine. Buck rocks in a little bit, then back out, and then again, almost teasingly before slowing to a stop - much to Eddie’s complaint - and they just settle there.
He's panting into Eddie's mouth just as much as Eddie is into his, the overwhelming feeling of pure bliss seems to bleed into both of them with every exchange.
Eddie is tipsy with the way Buck kisses him fervently. Hot, needy, intoxicating - warm, fuzzy, loving. It's one of Buck's best qualities not even as a partner, but as a person. To be so generous and giving unequivocally. Eddie thinks it goes far beyond being first responders, a job where your duty is to help others.
Buck carries so much love in everything he does that it's nearly impossible for him express it in any other way.
He draws his hips back again as a telltale sign that things are moving forward before skimming his hand down to fully splay across Eddie's throat; not squeezing, just holding. His boyfriend's mouth hangs open almost dumbly as Buck plants his right foot into the bed and lets his leg bend at the knee for leverage, picking up the pace in a more brutal quickness.
"Mmm-" Eddie hums at the action and the feeling of it radiating under his palm has Buck breathing heavily, encouragement enough as he snaps his hips forward a little more determined than before.
Eddie immediately rolls back onto Buck’s cock to meet his thrusts, whether he means to or not. Buck's hands involuntarily tighten against his throat and around Eddie's own hand, nowhere near enough pressure to hurt; if anything it riles both of them up more.
“Yeah,” Buck can’t help but whisper, sucking a breath in through his own teeth, his mouth falling open with a desire to get air working through his lungs. If Eddie chose to not be as obedient, the hand put at his hip would have shot up to the arm under his head to claw at Buck's bicep, anything to grab onto for purchase.
This… this is good. It's just enough motion to have Eddie letting out little breathy moans. With Buck's hand around his throat and the slight tilt of his head, Buck can admire the way Eddie's eyes flutter open and closed. His hips start to work back against Buck and eyelashes dance in a way that makes him look absolutely divine.
“That's it, baby." Buck adds, leaning forward to press his mouth the the hinge of Eddie's jaw. "Just like that."
Eddie’s eyes flutter again, another whine-ish moan pouring from his throat. Buck wants to drown in each little noise he can make Eddie bring out. He, having the sudden urge to occupy himself, settles for pressing open-mouthed kisses along the back of Eddie's shoulder. Silent promises spilling from his lips in earnest where they land.
Warmth bleeds through them in a highly fashionable way; everything from their souls, their hearts, their bodies, their minds - ever interconnected, bound around a finger like it's meant to be.
"'M close-" Eddie mumbles under his breath, what little breath he still has, barely audible amongst the various other sounds filling the room. Buck's had leaves it's place on his boyfriend's throat in favor of splaying across the soft skin low on Eddie's stomach.
"Come on, baby." Buck whispers with a hushed, fucked-out voice. "Want you to come for me… look so pretty like this-"
Reaching his hand a bit lower has Buck wrapping a warm fist around Eddie's own long-forgotten cock, weeping and jumping at the sudden contact. He doesn't think Eddie even touched himself once since they started, and Buck's half tempted to make him come untouched at this point if it wasn't too strenuous given their current positions. Not that he isn't skilled enough to get the job done, just… circumstances.
He still somehow manages to stroke Eddie’s cock no matter how uneven it is as Buck tries to keep up with each and every one of his own movements, the roll of his hips almost tantalizing. The arm under Eddie's head moves to wrap around the front of his chest in favor of splaying fingers wide across his sternum, a spark of possessiveness creeping into Buck. He begrudgingly lets go of Eddie's hand in the process, who doesn't seem to mind too much.
"Feels so fucking good, ba-” Eddie can barely make out the words as Buck swipes a thumb over the head of his cock repeatedly, determined to bring him over the edge in the way only he has the pleasure of doing, and witnessing.
It's white hot aura fills the space as Eddie spills over his hand, tightening impossibly more around Buck like he's got him in a chokehold, both figuratively and literally. Buck follows him over that edge and he's there, endorphins crashing through him with little to no warning as his thoughts white out, patiently waiting for his brain to come back online.
Buck’s cock throbs inside of Eddie, who silently wishes they hadn't used protection, aching to feel the heat of his boyfriend filling him deep inside. He's nearly crying at the awareness and the aftershocks of their time spent getting to this point, borderline delirious.
Eddie picks up enough energy to reach out blindly for Buck's hand, which masterfully meets him in the middle and wraps around his own, a reassuring squeeze greeting him.
“You okay?” Buck breathes heavily into the skin of his arm, weight growing heavier there but more than welcomed, contentment ever-so present.
“Yeah… very okay,” Eddie huffs with a sign, slipping his fingers into the grooves between Buck's own, interlocking them together, cemented their hands as one.
He listens to the way his heart beats loudly against the frame of his chest, feels like way Buck's hammers against his back where they're sealed together with sweat, both settling down as they breathe and revel in the calm of the moment.
“More than okay."
The world outside fades into black, leaving only the soft rustling of sheets and the rumbling of heartbeats dwindling down from their high peaks and quiet puffs of air releasing from calming lungs. They can worry about necessities and cleanliness another time. Right now… it was just them, tangled together in comforting warmth and proximity where they choose to exist within the same space after so long of wishing for it.
And with that, an achy shoulder is never thought about again… until it is. But that's alright to them, because they have nothing to fret about. They know just exactly how to handle it next time.