Notes: This story was written in front of a live studio audience in a story thread at the 118 Discord.
This is the first story set in the city of Los Austin, named by the lovely SadieYuki. This is open for anyone to use when doing a shared city fic for 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lonestar. Your Los Austin may be completely different from mine.
In this particular version of Los Austin, Season 3 of 9-1-1 runs roughly synced with Season 2 of 9-1-1 Lonestar. The Volcano and the seismic activity around it from Lonestar, was the trigger for the Tsunami in 9-1-1.
This is an ongoing story with no set ending in sight, and there is plenty of angst, fluff and smut to go around.
Warnings in end notes.
The 118 and the 126 share bordering service areas in the sprawling city of Los Austin. There are plenty of cross house friendships, and some shared history. We start our tale of star-crossed lovers, and smut, at an important juncture. Eddie Diaz has just started his last night of street fighting. Carlos Reyes is heartbroken, sure his fear and stupidity has cost him the love of his life. Evan Buckley is slowly mending fences after his lawsuit, but still feels adrift from his best friend. TK Strand is feeling small and stupid and fighting against the overpowering urge to let himself fall, to forget.
Eddie listened to the crowd, let their energy fill him up, and let the rage take over. His opponent was right there and with one kick, he knew he'd ended the fight. The crowd went crazy then, roaring at him and he drank it all in. Then he caught sight of the man convulsing, and it was like someone poured cold water down his spine.
He slid down next to the man, his training kicking into gear automatically, and then realized this was beyond what he could hope to fix by himself. He demanded and was denied a call to 911, but then he caught sight of some jackass filming the whole thing. 'evidence' some angry voice whispered, but a bigger voice just shouted 'Yes!' before he snatched it from the asshole and glared up defiantly as he hit send.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency."
Something was wrong with TK, Buck was sure of it. He was pale and sad and it felt like he was shrinking in on himself more and more as the night went on. Buck had taken a shift with the 126, to help cover the left over medical bills, since he'd turned down the city's settlement offer. The shift hadn't been that bad to start; not exactly a qui- slow shift, but most of the calls were minor, and nobody had died.
You wouldn't know that by the look on TK's face, or by the sighs that kept slipping out. Everyone was looking concerned, and then their night went out the window. They had just finished putting out a small kitchen fire, when a pair of drunk teens slammed their smoke filled van into the side of the engine.
By some miracle the pair would both survive, but the van was totaled, and the engine, while still drive-able, would need to be out of service until repairs were made. TK had grabbed the keys, and muttered that he'd take care of it, before anyone else could agree or stop him.
Buck quickly checked to make sure everyone else would be okay getting back in the ladder truck, before he dashed after TK and climbed into the captain's seat as the engine started moving.
"So, Strand, you wanna tell me why we're stealing a fire truck this time? Cause I gotta tell you, of all the bad habits you could pick up from me, this one is probably the worst. Don't make your dad fire you for grand theft firetruck."
TK sputtered, "I did not steal a fire truck; it's out of service. I'm just taking it to the depot to get taken care of."
Buck made a show of looking around the darkened road they were on, that lead in the exact opposite direction of the depot in downtown. "Yeah, okay, sure."
"Okay, so I'm taking the scenic route. Thanks to those two morons, that call ran well over our shift, and I needed a minute or two, you know, alone, to think."
Buck blushed, but pushed on. "What's making you sad, TK? You know I have your back, and I don't work another shift with you guys for awhile, so even if its something super embarrassing we both have plenty of time to repress."
TK seemed to think about it for a mile or two, before he pulled over in a darkened parking lot and turned the engine off. He leaned back in the driver's seat and closed his eyes. "So, Carlos and I went to the farmers market, and everything was going great."
"Okay?"
"Perfect day, right up until we ran into his parents. Then he introduced me as a friend from work, you know after being sure not to hold my hand and that there was plenty of distance between us."
"Is he, you know, not out to them?" Buck asked.
"Oh no, see that's the best part, he is. So it wasn't being gay he was ashamed of, it was just being with me."
Buck took a look at their surroundings and then opened the door and climbed out of the truck.
He rounded the front of the engine and stood at TK's door until he climbed down, confused.
"Come on." He said, leading TK to the back of the truck, and then climbed up, turning around to offer TK his hand, before settling the both of them down on the stacks of folded fire hose.
"I spent so long in New York, that being able to see stars, like this, still amazes me." TK said, eyes looking up. "He made me feel small and stupid."
"Everyone is small and stupid compared to the universe, TK, but you and I both know a thing or two about living up to our parents, and all the fucked up things we do to try to please them, or just have them see you."
"Looked like he was okay being seen, just maybe didn't want them to see the guy he fucks on the regular. Maybe I deserve it. I took too long to get over my own shit, and I just kept saying I didn't want a relationship. Guess I got my wish."
"I'm not taking his side, and he damned sure owes you an apology, but maybe there's something else going on, cause TK, I have to say, I don't think I've ever seen a single person, look at another person the way he looks at you."
TK pulled his eyes from the stars to look down at Buck. "How does he look at me?"
"Like you're precious to him." Buck said softly.
TK closed his eyes, for just a moment and then leaned in and kissed him, while the stars looked down silently judging.
Carlos drove past people scattering like rats from a sinking ship. He worked his way in, ignoring the sounds of running feet, so long as they were running away from where dispatch had directed him. There was supposed to be a man down, and he needed to secure the scene for the EMTs. He found a caged in ring, with a man leaning against it.
It was obvious that someone had triaged the patient, and as he heard the clack of the gurney being brought in, he looked up and around the room, trying to find the source of the assistance, and most probably of the 9-1-1 call. He caught a glimpse of someone slinking away, just as the other's reached him.
He slipped off, to give chase. There had been a familiarity to the man, and he needed something else to think about tonight. TK had snatched up most of his things when he left earlier, and Carlos was terrified to be left alone with the thoughts roaming his head raging at him for breaking them.
He rushed down past a locker room, and smack into Eddie Diaz. Just what he wanted tonight, more firefighter drama. Before Eddie could spout whatever bullshit excuse was waiting to fall from his lips, Carlos had him cuffed and against the wall.
Eddie pushed back into him, and Carlos found himself getting hard, and then getting angry. He was just about to let Eddie have it, when they both turned to the sound of someone coming down the hall. He roughly drug Eddie across the room and shoved him in an old broom closet with a hissed out 'Stay here" before shutting the door and meeting up with the paramedics.
"Find anyone?" They asked.
As Carlos led them out he shook his head. "Nah, I thought I heard something, but it must have been a stray rat. Let's get you guys on your way, then I'll go over the scene again." He waited until they pulled away, then radioed himself as off duty for lunch, and then slipped back inside.
Carlos pulled a spitting mad Eddie back out of the closet, and pushed him down the hall. "Clearly that was your handy work tonight, Diaz, but were you the one to save his life, or the one to knock his nose into his nasal cavity?"
Eddie looked at him with a cocksure grin, full of false bravado. "Why can't it be both?"
Carlos glared, and Eddie continued. "It was just a friendly fight, he could have tapped out at anytime."
"And was he in any state to do that before you pulled some Mortal Kombat finisher on him?"
"It was tap-out or knock-out. He didn't tap, so I knocked." Eddie said defending himself.
Carlos pulled him into the ring and shoved his face towards the blood on the floor. "You want that to be yours next time? Are you just going to keep leaving your son to chase the high you're getting from smashing some guy's face in?"
"Shut up!" Eddie said, crowding towards Carlos, who spun him around and pinned him against the fence.
"Trying to fight, even now, so you feel something?" He asked meanly, thinking of someone else who fought just to feel something other than gray.
He uncuffed one hand, and before Eddie could react pulled both hands up and recuffed him, to the fence, hands held over his head.
He crowded in, one knee between Eddie's legs, rubbing against the bulge growing in his pants. "Fighting doesn't seem to be helping, Diaz, so maybe you should try something else."
He dove in for a rough kiss, fighting each other for dominance, tongues and teeth battling while his hands found their way to Eddie's belt, and then his fly. He had Eddie's pants to his ankles, and then spun him to face the fence, twisting his hands up in a way that had to hurt at least a little.
He pulled a sachet of lube and a condom out of his pocket, viciously pushing away the reason he'd started carrying them in the first place. TK had left, but maybe he could wake Eddie up before it was too late. He opened the lube, and pulled Eddie's ass out a little, spreading his feet apart.
Carlos was quickly three fingers in and completely done waiting. He rolled the condom on and slicked it with the last of the lube. He grabbed onto Eddie's hips and started pushing in, slow and steady to start out.
"Is this what it takes to get through to you, man?" He leaned in and asked meanly.
"Fuck, get off of me, Reyes." Carlos reached around and grabbed him then, giving him just one long slow stroke.
"Is that really what you want, Diaz? Your leaking cock is saying other wise, but sure, if you want me to stop."
He starts to pull out, before a small "Don't" falls from Eddie's mouth.
"Are you sure, Eddie? I could undo the cuffs and you could get back to trying to fight me instead?"
He held perfectly still then, buried deep in his ass, and then pulled back a hand and smacked his cheek. "Do you want me to make it hurt so you can cry 'police brutality'" he reached under Eddie's shirt and pinched a nipple. "Well? I asked a question. Tell me what you want, Eddie."
"I just want to feel something besides angry." He said finally.
Carlos started fucking into him again, and reached around to stroke his cock, bringing him close to the edge, and then stopped, giving himself time to chase his own pleasure. Once he was close enough he started again tight and fast, until Eddie came and pulled Carlos along with him.
TK was pulled on top of Buck, and he straddled him, before pulling back. "I though you were straight."
"Okay, first of all does it feel like I'm straight?" He said as he rolled his hips rubbing against TK's cock.
"Why, yes that uh, very well endowed hard-on would indicate my gay-dar may, in fact, be on the fritz." He did a hip roll of his own, riding against Buck, causing both of them to gasp.
"I'm pan." He said, before pulling TK down for another kiss. "I don't have anything, you?"
"Normally Carlo-" His voice broke and he stopped. Buck reached one big hand up and pulled TK down, until he was laying on top of Buck, held tight and safe in his arms.
He rolled with TK until he was settled atop the hose, and Buck began kissing down his body. "Do you want me to make you feel good? To help you forget, just for a little while?"
"Please."
Buck opened his shirt and kissed his way down TK's body, licking and nibbling and sucking, while unzipping his pants and working them down. He dipped his tongue into TK's navel, teasing before sliding lower.
He wrapped his hand around the base of TK's cock and started stroking, while licking and teasing his way around the crown, then sucked it in sinking down til his lips were touching his own fist, then pulling back and starting up a steady pace, his other hand petting down TK's body like he's soothing a wounded animal.
He moved his hand off TK's shaft and started sinking lower and lower, until his dick was fucking in and out of Buck's throat. He reached up and pulled TK's hands to his hair, and gave the smaller man control.
TK, who'd been floating with pleasure started fucking into Buck's face, then into his throat, slowly at first and then worked himself into a frenzy, fists tightening just a little too much, as he closed in on the goal, shooting his load down Buck's throat.
TK pulled his hands out of Buck's hair and flopped back a moment, eyes going to the stars again, as he caught his breath.
Buck pulled off him, giving him one final delicate lick, catching a stray bit of cum, then tucked TK back into his pants, then kissed his stomach before redoing his shirt.
TK came back to himself, halfway through the buttons on his shirt. "Hey, what about..." He trailed off gesturing towards Buck's groin.
Buck finished buttoning him, then stole a soft kiss before dropping next to TK, and staring up at the stars. "Nah, I'm good, Sweetheart. I just wanted to make you feel good, and you let me. Besides, we have a truck to return."
After another minute or so, Buck climbed to his feet, then reached down and helped TK stand up. They got down, and Buck walked TK to the Captain's seat, and then went around the front of the engine and climbed in the driver's seat.
TK reached out a hand, fretting a little, and gripped Buck's arm. "Are you, sure? I don't want to make you feel used or-"
"Hey, no, no its not like that. I just have this feeling that you and Carlos aren't finished. Taking a little comfort when you're feeling sad is one thing, but if we really went at it, I think I'd become something you regretted, no matter how much you don't want to now."
TK wanted to deny it, but he did love Carlos, and now that he was thinking clearly, he could see at least the possibility of moving past the hurt. "I still feel bad, like I'm being greedy, but maybe you're right." He pulled Buck's hand to his mouth and kissed it, then patted it with his other hand, and let Buck have it back.
"I don't mean to make more trouble, and it's up to you, but if you can make your way back to each other, I think you need to, maybe talk to him about what happened. It might hurt now, but if he finds out later, it will break things. And TK, even if we both forget about tonight, we have the sort of luck that means he'll find out, in the worst way."
TK nodded, "Our luck does tend to run that way, doesn't it. You're right, and you're a good friend, Buck. Thank you for tonight. I needed to get out of my head, otherwise, I think I would have done something really stupid."
"You're welcome, and if you need anything, even just someone to yell at the stars with you, you call me, and I'll be there."
"Thanks." TK replied, before strapping into his seat belt and getting comfortable for the long haul back into the city.
Carlos tucked himself in, after pulling off the condom. He found a couple stray napkins from his pocket and wrapped the condom in one to throw away, and used the other to clean Eddie up, before he pulled his pants back up and straightened the man's clothes, all while he stood arms still cuffed to the cage, and just watched Carlos, warily.
Carlos spun him back around, so the cuffs had more slack, then leaned in close, to reach up and unlock them. Before he could, Eddie's eyes caught his, and he could see how glassy they looked, how close Eddie was to breaking.
He ran his hands up Eddie's neck, pulling their forehead's together. "I know this is a shit time to ask, what with everything that just happened, but what do you need, Eddie?"
It took a minute, before he could speak, eyes trying to decipher if Carlos really wanted to hear what he had to say, especially, while he was still cuffed and possibly under arrest. Finally, he figured fuck it and just asked. "Are you just one more thing I touch, and then break?"
"Mistakes were made, Diaz, by the both of us, but you didn't break me." He said, reaching up for the cuffs, only to stop again when Eddie replied.
"TK, might disagree."
Carlos had to step back then, because cuffed or not, throwing TK in his face was the one thing that might push him to lay hands on the other man, after everything else, and that would break something in Carlos. What they did was fucked up, but consensual. Punching a cuffed man, yeah, not so much.
Keeping his distance, Carlos looked back at him, forcing himself to stay calm. "I fucked up and TK took his shit and left. I'm guilty of a multitude of sins, Diaz, but cheating will never be one of them."
Some poisonous guilt flowed out of the man, and he muttered, "Thank fuck." That eased something in Carlos, because it meant Eddie wasn't trying to hurt him, or push to be hurt. That was guilt. He swiftly moved back into his space, and released the cuffs, before checking over each wrist.
"I'm due back on the clock soon, and you need to get home to Chris. Still, I think we really need to talk, right?"
Eddie avoided his eyes, then sighed. "Yeah, I... Yeah I'd like that, I think maybe we both could use someone to talk to. Breakfast?"
"Come over to my place tomorrow, I'll send you the address and a time. For now, go home, hug your kid, okay?" Carlos gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and a gentle shove towards the door. Eddie left with a wave in his direction. Carlos stood in the empty ring for a few minutes, weary in a way he didn't ever remember being. He muttered out a quiet, but heartfelt, "Fuck." before heading back to his cruiser, and clocking back in.
Once the truck was signed into the depot, TK and Buck shared an Uber back to the 126. Before they each went home, TK found Buck again. "Hey, this feels weird to ask, but I think I need to talk with Carlos, to see if there's a possibility of fixing us. If things go to shit, I'm going to need someone... could you maybe..."
"How about this, we go home get some sleep and then you give me a call when you're ready. I'll give you a ride over, and sit in the Jeep. Things go south you have a getaway driver ready to go, and if they go good, you send me a text to let me know and I go home. Sound like a plan?"
"Sounds great. Thank you." TK said, smiling sweetly.
"No problem. Night, TK." He said, waving as he climbed into his Jeep and drove off.
Eddie was leery about this whole thing, but they did need to talk things out. He needed help, and so far Carlos had been the only one to even remotely get through that fog of rage he'd been steeping in for months.
He knew, deep down that if he'd have let Buck in even a little, his best friend would have given him the ass whooping he'd clearly been needing, but he'd let his own pride and anger keep the man at a sickening distance. Therapy hadn't been the answer, thanks to that voice in the back of his head, that sounded suspiciously like his father, telling him real men don't need to sit on a couch and cry out their feelings. Then again, he very much doubted that voice would approve of taking a dick up the ass, but what can you do, right?
"Probably going to be closer to a late lunch, if you're still interested." From Carlos's number.
"Sure, 11 okay?"
Carlos had sent a thumbs up emoji and an address back.
Chris was with Carla after school, so his day was clear. He was tempted to show up with booze, but figured they both needed clear heads to try and untangle their respective lives.
He'd barely had time to knock once, before Carlos was pulling open the door and stepping aside to let him in. There were burgers and fries, that Carlos had clearly made himself. Once Eddie got settled in and picked his condiments, and took the offered glass of tea, they settled in at the table, and proceeded to eat in silence, defeating the purpose of the meal.
Finally, when they finished eating, and didn't have anything left to hide behind, Eddie forced himself to speak up. "So, it has come to my attention, that I've been fucking up, on an epic level."
Carlos bit back the slightly mean first reaction of 'no shit', and instead just nodded.
"I have just been so angry. At the world, at my ex, at myself. This friend took me along to this sort of amateur fight club in a junk yard, and I thought it was helping. It really wasn't. I just got more and more angry."
"Wait, didn't your ex-" Carlos started and then froze when he realized exactly what he was about to say.
"Get hit by a car and die? Yup. And in the 48 hours before that, she told me she thought she was pregnant, and then went to a very nice restaurant where I asked her to renew our vows, and she told me that she wasn't pregnant, wanted a divorce, and didn't know how to be a wife or mother. Then she stepped into a crosswalk and died in front of me. I couldn't possibly see how any of that might fuck with my head, right?"
"Dios. No one would just have rage issues after that, Eddie. They'd have lifetime rage subscriptions. That's not even taking into account all the other shit I'm sure you have going on."
"Yeah, still, thanks for, um, helping me get my head out of my ass. I was making just about every wrong call I could. I was risking my son, and his livelihood. God only knows how fast the LAFD would fire me if they found out what I'd been doing."
"Yeah, well its hard to find room for your head up there, when its filled up with a dick." Carlos joked, to break the tension, if only a little.
Taking the chance, Eddie asked. "What happened with TK. I've seen you together, and I can't imagine he'd just-"
"He didn't just leave. I fucked up. We were out the other day, at the farmer's market, and suddenly my parents were there. I just, panicked. I mean I'm out to them, but, its like when I told them, they just said the right things, and then buried it away and never talked about it again, like a bomb they don't want to set off. I'm always afraid if they actually see proof somehow; if I rub their noses in it, then that bomb they buried will blow up and destroy everything."
"So what'd you do?"
"I introduced him to them... as a friend from work."
Eddie winced. He could commiserate about Carlos's parents. He couldn't imagine trying to introduce Buck to his own parents in any real sense... And just why was Buck where his mind went to, as someone he'd have to introduce?
Eddie shook that thought off as something to repress later, "So, did you explain that to him?"
"I tried, but all I managed to do was let him know I was out to them, so-"
"So he thinks its him, you're ashamed of, and was hurt and left. Fuck, Carlos. You need to find him and tell him the whole story."
"Yeah, I'm sure its going to fix everything now that my first reaction wasn't to explain, but to go out and fall balls deep in you for an epic rage fuck." Carlos said, trying to hurt himself more than Eddie with the hurtful words.
Eddie seemed to get that, and instead of getting mad, -Hey look, progress.- he reached out and took Carlos's hand.
Which was the exact point TK used his key to walk in.
The hand holding probably didn't help matters, but it was the twin stunned looks and the synchronized "TK!" That really made the pair look guilty.
TK stared at them a moment and then pulled Carlos's key off his key ring and slid it across the table. "I guess I should return that. Sorry for the interruption." He spun on his heels and was almost to the door when Carlos managed to speak, and called out for him.
"TK, wait, please."
He froze, and then rested his head on the door, hand on the knob and frozen, desperate to flee, but just as desperate to hear a good enough lie, one he could let himself believe. What he didn't expect was for Eddie to pull him further into the room.
"You two need to talk. I know what this has to look like, and yeah there is shit going on, but Carlos loves you, and you deserve to hear the truth. I'm gonna go, at least outside, give you two some time, and then if by some chance you still want to hear from me, let me know."
He was halfway to his truck, when suddenly Buck was standing in front of him. "Eddie?"
"Jesus, Buck. Where the fuck did you come from?" Eddie asked, hand to his heart.
"TK needed to talk to Carlos, about some stuff, and I'm, like the getaway driver if it doesn't work out. I didn't know you and Carlos were like 'hang out' type friends." Buck finished, emotion falling away the longer he talked.
"It's uh, a recent development. Like this was the first time, recent."
"First time? Well, I guess it has been awhile, right?" He said, coldly. "Still, hopefully Carlos is gonna find his schedule filled, you know, if he can pull his head out of his ass, and fix shit with TK."
Eddie was confused by the way Buck was talking, and more than a little worried he'd just helped ruin Carlos's life. He wasn't thinking about how it would sound when he repeated Carlos's joke from earlier. "Yeah, well, hard to have your head up your ass if its filled with dick, right?"
For the second time in twenty-four hours, Eddie found himself slammed up against something. And apparently that did things for him, because despite the obvious rage on Buck's face, all the blood was pooling in his gut and he was hard as a rock. One shift on Buck's part would give him away, and it made it difficult to follow what Buck was saying.
"I don't know what the fuck's going on with you lately, but you are going to back the fuck off. Those two love each other, and they just need time to work their shit out. This isn't some fucking joke, its their lives. Carlos isn't just some warm body for you to get off with. I love you, Eddie, and I want you to be happy, I do, but this isn't going to end well."
Eddie had finally caught on to what Buck was saying, and was that really what Buck thought of him? Anger rose up and this time there was another voice trying desperately to stop it, but it rushed forward and suddenly he was the one shoving Buck, instead of being pushed.
"Like you have any right to tell me what to do, Buck. You fell out of our lives for a payday, and then came crawling back when that fell through. You say your sorry and how you just wanted to be back home, now you spend half your shifts at other houses... at the 126. Why so interested in TK's love life, huh? Maybe that's why you spend so much time at his station. You went and got a vested interest, is that it."
"Yeah, I do. TK is my friend." But the blush on his face gave him away, at least to Eddie. Who shoved Buck away from him, harder than he meant, until the man stumbled back and landed on his ass.
"They were broke up less than a day, what did you lie in wait, then just took your shot when he wandered in like a limping gazelle? What does it matter who Carlos is fucking, if you're tapping that? Or was Strand a little too clingy for you? You need Carlos to take him back off your hands?"
He didn't expect to be spun around and soundly punched, but he probably should have.
Right about the same time Buck was surprising Eddie, TK was busy looking at everything in the room, except Carlos.
"TK, I know what that looked like, and I fucked up, but I need you to know this is not like Alex. I never once even looked at Eddie before I fucking broke us, and it isn't some grand romance. It was a stupid angry mistake. I should have been on my knees begging your forgiveness instead of-"
"Instead of fucking Eddie?" TK asked, fists clenching and unclenching.
"I swear to you, I didn't go looking for it. I was on duty, and came across Eddie somewhere he shouldn't have been. We were both so angry and then I just- we just went from fighting to fucking, and I don't know, even now, how I let it happen." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I should be fired."
"Yeah, well, maybe you just saw someone you're parents might approve of." TK said coldly. "I know that's important to you."
"Fuck, TK, no. It wasn't you I was afraid they wouldn't approve of. Yeah I came out to them, I did. They nodded and said the right things, for the time it took to have the discussion, and then they never said another word about it. I have spent years waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yeah, I'm supposedly out to them, but every time I'm near them, I feel myself hiding more and more of who I really am, in case I finally trigger their real reaction."
TK took his hand.
"I know I fucked up, and you'll never be able to forgive me, but TK, you need to know, having your love, being able to stand beside you, is everything to me. I was never ashamed of you, and I never could be. You are amazing."
TK looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "No, I'm really not. I was a little bitch, turning your issues with your parents into our problems, and then I broke us. I broke us to the point that I was ready to use, again. I was hurting and stupid and luckily I had someone there to stop me, but, when they offered to help me forget, to make me feel good, I let them."
They stared at each other, eyes wide, and then both of them noticed the yelling from outside, and as one stood and rushed to the door.
Buck was sprawled on the ground and Eddie in front of him spitting venom at his so called best friend.
TK was already seeing red, and then he heard exactly what Eddie was fucking saying.
"What does it matter who Carlos is fucking, if you're tapping that? Or was Strand a little too clingy for you? You need Carlos to take him back off your hands?"
TK flew at him, jerking Eddie around and slamming his fist right into his face. Eddie went down, and TK was hopping around holding his hand. "Ow, ow, ow. Why is that fucker's face so hard."
Carlos, who was quickly putting two and two together, and trying not to glare at Buck, mainly to avoid another broke nose and sore hand, started herding the three of them back into the house. "Look, clearly we need to talk, can we maybe take this inside, before the neighbors either call a different cop, or bring out the chairs to watch the live telenovela in my front yard?"
Carlos took in the line-up on his couch, and felt never felt more like a high school principal in his life. He shook his head and went to the kitchen. He returned with his one cool pack, and two bags of frozen vegetables.
He handed Buck the cold pack for his ass, then Eddie frozen peas for his nose, and finally frozen corn for TK's hand.
Eddie took a breath and then bit the bullet. "I'm sorry, TK, and you too Buck. The shit I said was way out of line, and I never should have thought it, let alone screamed it at either of you."
Carlos nodded in approval, and moved to look at TK, as if to say 'you're turn'. TK wasn't having it. "You're damned right, you should be sorry, but I don't give two shits about whatever nasty lies you wanna hurl. Buck was on the ground, and you clearly weren't helping him up, so wanna tell me how he ended up down there?" The guilty look on his face was enough confirmation that TK was ready to haul off and hurt his other hand, when Buck spoke up.
"He absolutely does not get to talk about you like that, but I was the one who got physical first. That's on me, not him."
Carlos spoke up. "Right, you're all offended on TK's behalf, which what the fuck Eddie, but it's okay to take advantage of him when he's in a vulnerable state, right? I thought you were a better man than that Buckley."
Buck and TK were both staring at Carlos, now. Buck's face was rapidly losing color, and Eddie lowered the frozen peas and was looking looked between the two, and then at Carlos. "What the fuck, Carlos? Buck would never..."
Buck was shrinking in on himself, looking at TK in horror. "Is that... Did I? 'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Buck's eyes were glassy and then overflowing and he looked ready to bolt.
"No! You didn't, Buck. I promise you didn't. Carlos why would you say... where the fuck did you get that idea?"
"You said you almost used and they stopped you, but then they turned around and offered to make you feel good, to help you forget. That sounds pretty cut and dried, TK."
Buck actually fucking whimpered and TK was pissed. "I wasn't literally standing there with pills in hand, Carlos. I was sad and hurting and Buck listened to me, and even told me there was probably more to it, and how much he thought you loved me. I didn't believe it, and that hurt, and so I kissed him. I kissed him."
"He asked my permission and then made me feel good, got me off. Then he stopped. He stopped without getting off, cause he was worried if we kept going, it would make it harder to fix you and me. So yeah, who's the better man here, Carlos? Maybe Eddie can chime in with an opinion on that instead."
TK stopped himself, and closed his eyes, trying to regain control of his anger and jealousy. "Okay, that was uncalled for, but Buck didn't do anything wrong, or at least he probably did the least wrong of the four of us."
"Gee, I can't imagine why you'd be sticking up for Buck." Eddie muttered, anger and jealousy taking hold again.
"Why the fuck aren't you?" TK asked, turning to face Eddie. "I mean okay you stated the obvious a few minutes ago, but Eddie, you are acting more like a jilted lover than a best friend, so what the fuck?"
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Strand. Clearly you're his new bestie, what with all the shifts he just has to take over with the 126. I expect to hear he's requested a transfer any day now."
"That's what has you so pissy? He takes just as many shifts at the 136. What the fuck do you expect him to only do OT with your firehouse? If you need the money you go where they send you. He turned the settlement down, and now you begrudge him trying to make ends meet cause he's not at your beck and call, not that you ever fucking call. You're pissed that we're friends, when you can't get over your own shit long enough to accept the apology he barely fucking owes you. Grow the fuck up."
"What the fuck are you talking about? What settlement? And why would he need overtime?"
"Uh... shit. He doesn't know?" TK said, talking past Eddie to Buck, who looked like a deer in the headlights. He just shook his head. "How does he not... how do you not know? Everyone knows he turned down a multi-million dollar settlement. Nash had no business keeping him from work, and there was a clearly defined history of him actually being too lenient with every other injury return since he started as the captain of the 118. Shit my dad was pissed when he saw the numbers on that."
"This is the first I've heard about a settlement, and I doubt Hen or Chim know either. Is that why they asked us about our injuries? I don't... Why are you needing so much overtime?" Eddie said, turning to Buck, who just shrugged.
"Gee, maybe the fact that from the point he re-qualified, he lost any and all disability, including insurance up until he was finally allowed back to work. I don't know how you thought to demand the lawyer's fees, but not your owed back pay." TK bitched.
"Cause covering his fee was his idea." Buck said, quietly.
"Figures." TK hissed. "So between keeping himself afloat, and the brand new medical bills from the tsunami, -blood transfusions don't come cheap, you know- he's been hitting up every opportunity for OT they'll let him take."
Eddie opened his mouth, but before he could figure out just what he was going to say, TK cut him off. "So, yesterday, I was sure you were straight, just like Buck here. But apparently I've voided the warranty on my gaydar at some point. So tell me Eddie, since clearly you're good with having my uh, boyfriend's" He paused for a moment and looked at Carlos, who smiled and nodded eagerly. "my boyfriend's dick up your ass, are you jealous of my friendship with Buck, or is it more that I got there first?"
When Eddie lunged towards TK, both Buck and Carlos jumped forward, fulling expecting Eddie to throw a punch. Instead he grabbed TK and kissed him. For a moment TK kissed back, and then both of them realized what the fuck they were doing and jumped back.
"What the fuck?" Came from both Carlos and Buck, while TK was too busy catching his breath.
"Maybe I just wanted to level the playing field." Eddie said, sounding stunned, one hand touching his own mouth.
Everyone turned to stare at TK when he piped up, "Technically, Buck needs to kiss Carlos, now, for that to be accurate."
Buck began blushing, but Carlos oddly enough, looked like he was considering it. "You know, I absolutely did not expect today to go like this." He stood up, muttered "Fuck it." and then slid down to his knees in front of Buck, who was just watching him, eyes wide.
"Wh-what are you-"
"Putting us all on a level playing field." He said before he leaned in and began to kiss Buck, awkwardly at first, and then tilted his head just right, and reached up a hand to cup Buck's neck before he deepened the kiss. Buck began to respond and reaching out a hand to hold Carlos's shoulder.
TK was leaning out past Eddie and the pair of them were watching, transfixed. TK's mouth was hanging open just a little bit, and Eddie was digging one hand into his own leg to keep from reaching out.
TK stood up, and took a hold of Eddie's hand, pulling him to his feet. He led him to the stairs, before he called over his shoulder, "You guys coming, or do you want to fall behind again?"
Before TK and Eddie had reached the top of the stairs, Buck and Carlos were starting up them.
They stood awkwardly for almost 3 seconds, before TK pulled Carlos's shirt over his head and then slammed him into the wall, kissing him roughly. Buck sort of shrugged, and then pressed in on one side, kissing up Carlos's neck, while his other hand ran up and down TK's spine.
Eddie shifted nervously, feeling a step out of sync, then just dove in, kissing and sucking on TK's neck, pausing a minute to suck on his earlobe, tongue swirling around the stud in his ear. One hand was wrapped around TK, running across his chest, and the other found its way to Buck's shoulder, just keeping a hold of him, grounding himself with Buck's presence.
Carlos pushed TK back, and said, "Bed." He grabbed Buck's hand as he moved around TK and pulled him along to the bed. Carlos took off the rest of his clothes and climbed in the bed. Buck shrugged and followed suit, before climbing into the bed and pulling Carlos into another kiss.
Eddie worked on stripping TK and then kissed down his throat, to suck on a nipple, causing TK to let out a loud moan. Both Buck and Carlos stopped kissing long enough to stare, before Buck leaned over the edge of the bed and started pulling on the rest of Eddie's clothes and pulling him onto the bed. TK waited until they were settled, and then crawled over Buck and Eddie, to land in Carlos's lap.
Carlos twisted, until he was pressing TK into the mattress, while Buck and Eddie were kissing. "I think we were missing one." Buck said, smirking.
Eddie pulled back one hand coming up to cup Buck's cheek. "I'm sorry. I've been a shitty friend, and I've ignored you for weeks, months even, when you needed me to have your back."
"Yeah yeah, we all know, he's going to forgive you, what say we go with something a little more tangible, and all prove we can have your back." TK said, one hand shooting out to cup one of his ass cheeks. When he looked down, at Buck, there was a hungry gleam in his eyes and something slithered in Eddie's stomach, and he just wanted.
He looked down at TK and just nodded, unable to find the words.
TK let out a whoop and shoved Carlos down on the bed then pushed Eddie to lay over him, while TK reached for the side drawer for lube and condoms. He moved to toss everything on the bed, but Buck snaked the lube from his hand and quickly snapped it open, before shifting over and began opening Eddie up on his fingers.
He was three fingers in, when he noticed the bruising along one side of Eddie's ribs. He ran a hand up it and Eddie flinched and then turned to look at Buck, over his shoulder. "I'll tell you all about it later, I promise."
Buck nodded and pulled his hand free, and slicked it up again, this time reaching down between the two and stroked a slick hand up both Carlos' and Eddie's erections, before returning to Eddie's ass with four fingers this time.
TK slithered around Buck, and slicked up his own hands, one sliding down to stroke Carlos, the other went to Eddie's ass, sliding in two fingers, to thrust counterpoint to Buck's fingers. They were both occasionally brushing his prostate, but neither was seeking it out.
TK pulled his fingers out and then shifted Eddie around and slid a condom on Carlos. Eddie leaned up, pulling off Buck's fingers. He slowly sank onto Carlos, and then TK's fingers were back, pressing in next to Carlos's dick.
He worked in a third finger, before he moved up behind Eddie and pushed him forward, chest to chest with Carlos. Buck slipped a condom out of its packet, and rolled it up TK's cock, then he reached out to run a smoothing hand up and down Eddie's hip.
TK pressed in, slowly, amazed by the tightness he was pressing into. He bottomed out and stayed there, just barely twitching more than two inches in or out. He worked up to longer strokes, until TK was slamming in and out of his ass, pushing out frantic little grunts from Eddie
Buck's hands were working over Eddie's body, one hand stroking his cock in long tight pulls, the other roaming and petting him randomly. Occasionally, he would lean up and pull TK into rough kisses.
Carlos came first, between Eddie's tight ass and TK's rapid pace, he came with a staggered gasp. Listening to Carlos come sent TK over the edge.
TK pulled out, Buck pulled Eddie up and off of Carlos, and flipped him over, before crawling up between his legs and started kissing him, before pulling back long enough to slip a condom on and then sliding into him.
Despite how full he'd been, Buck bottoming out left Eddie gasping at how full he felt. TK crawled up and over Carlos, and started rubbing his hand down Eddie's arm, his eyes locked on Buck slowly pulling out of Eddie, and slamming back in. Eddie shuddered with it again and couldn't stop the moan that fell from his mouth.
Buck reached out an arm and slid it under Eddie's knee and then planted himself on the bed better, before he started fucking into Eddie with a purpose, hips snapping in and out of him, building up a faster and faster tempo, driving out little Uh, Uh, Uh's out of Eddie. There is a look of awe on TK's face, and he actually shifts to pull Carlos closer, fascinated to watch Buck absolutely railing Eddie.
TK reached over to stroke a rock hard Eddie, but Buck literally smacked his hand away. He pulled back a little offended, thinking it was jealousy, then he got a look at Buck's face, eyes locked to Eddie's, and knew Eddie wasn't going to get to cum, unless he did it on Buck's dick. Buck wrapped his other arm around Eddie's knee so he was practically bent in half.
Buck was coated in sweat, muscles standing out, as he somehow started moving even faster, drawing a wail from Eddie right before he came with a tight shudder. Buck just kept fucking into him, but nodded at TK, who reached out and started stroking Eddie again, keeping him hard, and whining in over-stimulation. "One more, Eds."
Carlos started running a hand through his hair and down his face, while TK added a little more slick to his hand, and Buck just kept fucking into him, their bodies smacking together
"Cum for me, sweetheart, you can do it." He practically cooed down at Eddie, who tried to nod, but instead threw his head back as his second orgasm rushed through him, this time when he clenched down on Buck, he pulled Buck into his own orgasm. Buck bottomed out and stayed there for a moment or two. He let Eddie's legs slip down and then he fell onto Eddie, devouring his panting mouth.
Buck slipped off the condom, and after a look at TK and Carlos, for directions, he threw it into the trash can next to the bed. He ran a hand down Eddie's face to catch his attention. His eyes focused on Buck, and he hummed in question.
"Do you have a shift, or need to pick Chris up?"
Eddie shook his head, still too far out of it to actually use words. Buck rolled him to his side, and curled up behind him, on the outer edge of the bed. Carlos did the same, tucking TK into the middle next to Eddie. Buck ran a hand up and down his side, gently, tracing out the shape of the bruising, and catching TK's eyes, then looking down, Silently asking TK's medical opinion. He looked and then shook his head, looking unconcerned.
Carlos threw his arm over TK, reaching to give his own stroke down Eddie's side, before sliding back and leaving his palm resting on TK's heart, before tucking his head into TK's back and settling in to sleep. The other three quickly followed, Eddie already halfway there, while TK and Buck both wore satisfied grins.
Notes: There is some rough sex, but everything is consensual. TK and Carlos both believe they've screwed up their relationship to the point that they won't be getting back together, so while they do sleep with other people, it was not to cheat on their partner. Later there will be perceived infidelity, but that is lack of knowledge from outside observers, who are not aware of their relationship.