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Warnings: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.

Various muscles ached and he had a nasty bruise developing on his hip and shoulder, but knowing Chris and Buck were inside the house and safe and probably watching a movie or completing Chris' homework or baking some obnoxious creation managed to keep a smile on his face despite the pain. He moved slowly, keeping the injured arm tucked close to his belly to lessen the pain in his shoulder, and he tried to find ways to minimise how much wincing he was doing with every step. Icing at HQ after the takedown turned ugly had barely made a dent in the discolouration blossoming across his skin and Athena had demanded he call in sick for his next shift if his movements were still restricted. He knew how dangerous it would be to the team if he forced himself into a danger-zone and he wasn't physically fit enough for it.

Limping slightly through the house, he followed the sound of Chris' laughter to the door leading outside. A pair of tents had been erected in the yard with a large metal grate with a griddle on top between them. To one side of the yard, he could see a mound of dirt had been formed from a hole.

"Dad!"

His eyes flicked back to Chris moving towards him, his smile so bright and warm it could chase even the darkest of clouds from Eddie's day. He tried not to yelp or bite his lip too hard when Chris crashed into his stomach, wrapping him into a hug as his small head absolutely collided too painfully with his hip.

"Hey, bud," he said, looping fingers through Chris' hair. "How was your day?"

"Good!" Chris chirped, pulling away so he could wave towards the yard. "We've prepared everything for camping and- and burying the capsule. Buck said we'd had to wait so long that maybe we'd have to change everything inside the capsule. D'you think we need to do that, Dad?"

Eddie's attention drifted from Chris to Buck, who had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and seemed to be watching Eddie closely. Maybe he'd caught the way Eddie had tried to cover the pain he was in. Maybe he could sense it via the Mark. Maybe he'd already felt it when Eddie was in the middle of his shift because it was his Marked shoulder which has been hurt.

"The stuff in the capsule is meant to make us laugh in ten years, right?" Eddie said, combing his fingers through Chris' hair. "What does it matter if it's already more than a month old? I thought that was the whole point."

"See, Buck? I told you we should just leave it," Chris said with no small amount of certainty as he turned to look at Buck with a pout making his bottom lip jut. Eddie laughed and Buck smiled.

"I think what I'd said is that we should check with your Dad if there was anything he might want to add," Buck said in such a tone that indicated he'd probably said it several times throughout the day.

Eddie met Buck's eyes steadily, hand cupping the back of Chris' neck and rubbing a slow circle into the soft skin around the top of his spine. "I think everything that mattered enough to put in the capsule a month ago still matters to me now," he said slowly, watching as Buck realised the implications behind the words that went straight over his son's head.

"Can we toast s'mores? And eat out here? Buck said we could sleep outside; we just need more blankets to put on the ground!" Chris said like he had no idea that Eddie and Buck were having some sort of silent conversation over his head.

He continued rubbing his son's neck and nodded at whatever suggestions Chris rattled off, unwilling to spoil the infectious enthusiasm. It seemed like he and Buck had planned everything and Eddie was content to sit back and let them run with their ideas so he could simply enjoy the evening.

"I'm going to shower and freshen up," he announced once it seemed he had satisfied all of Chris' immediate questions.

Chris nodded, deciding to fetch the blanket off his bed, and Buck crossed the yard carefully because he was still working out the right way to distribute weight on his leg with the single crutch for support.

"How was work?" Buck said, and something in the narrow, assessing look he gave Eddie made it clear he hadn't covered himself as well as he'd hoped.

"Long. Glad to be home." He lifted the uninjured shoulder which only made Buck's eyebrow rise.

Buck's hand lifted towards his arm as he said, "Can I see?"

"See what?"

Buck rolled his eyes. "Stop acting like you aren't in pain, Eddie."

Eddie could hear the click of Chris' crutches in the distance and shook his head. He couldn't peel his shirt up or away and risk Chris seeing anything. Eddie kept his son as ignorant as possible of the dangers of what he did and he wasn't about to start scaring him now. "Not here."

Buck's lips turned down, hands lowering back to his side. "It's that bad?"

"It's…" Eddie realised he needed to choose his words in such a way that Buck wouldn't suddenly freak out on him. "Nothing's broken. I saw Hen during the shift. She checked me out. Did you know you could develop rainbows under your skin?"

Buck wrinkled his nose. "Yes, unfortunately. Now, stop deflecting."

"I'm okay, I-"

"Dad? Can you bring the blanket off your bed when you finish with your shower?"

Buck schooled his face to hide his obvious concern while Eddie shifted easily into parent mode, avoiding the inevitable conversation a little longer as his son reappeared at the back door.

"Of course, mijo. I'll bring our pillows and yours too. We probably have an air mattress somewhere to make the ground more comfortable…"

He used that as an excuse to get away from Chris and Buck but it wasn't long before he was standing inside his bathroom, examining the dark blossom of colour across his shoulder and hip with dismay. There was a knock at the door and he sighed, flicking the lock because he knew he couldn't keep Buck away from him.

"Shit, Eddie," Buck muttered as he slid inside and then pressed the door shut and locked it again. He met Eddie's eyes in the mirror before inching closer. "I love and trust Hen, but are you sure you shouldn't get this looked at by an actual doctor in an actual hospital?"

"I can move my fingers and lift my shoulder," Eddie said, grimacing when the delicate pads of Buck's fingers grazed the bruising against his shoulder. "It hurts but I've had worse. It'll be okay."

"Still." Buck kissed the back of Eddie's neck, pressing his chest into Eddie's back. His fingertips trailed along the swirl of bruises down his arm and towards the dark stain at his hip. "I don't like you being hurt."

"Now you know how I felt," he murmured, watching Buck over his shoulder. Some of the tension in his muscles gradually unwound as the soft touches continued, as Buck's lips found other spots to kiss. There wasn't even anything particularly sexual about the touches but it was intimate and soothing in ways that Eddie hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

Buck's mouth ghosted over the Mark on his bruised shoulder and it reminded Eddie of how easily he was a puppet and the strings could be cut. He whimpered, body sagging into Buck's hold when the point of a tongue dragged around the Mark followed by the flat of it pressing into the Mark. It felt like being electrocuted, spasms of pleasure mingling with pain, mixing with a heat that seemed to take some of the hurt away from his body.

"Buck…"

Buck licked a few more times and Eddie could feel his knees threatening to give out as he clutched at the sink in front of him, unable to look away from Buck's dark stare over a shoulder that no longer ached and yet desperately forgetting that he still needed to-

"You needed to shower?" Buck finished the thought for him, his smile obvious against Eddie's skin when he pressed his lips to the knob of Eddie's spin for a kiss. Equally obvious was the bulge in Eddie's jeans that strained past the counter and was visible in the reflection of the mirror.

"You're not- You can't just-"

"Eddie, your son is home and not that far away. We can't," Buck pointed out, like Eddie wasn't about to take Buck's hand and shove it down his pants until he came. Using the Mark like that… They needed to set up a rule.

"But-"

"Maybe when he's asleep though," Buck mumbled, withdrawing his hand from Eddie's hip, his mouth from Eddie's back, his presence from the bathroom. He was gone too quickly for Eddie's addled mind to chase him and pin him to a wall or the door.

He hissed at the scratchy removal of fabric against his erection, and decided if Buck was going to play dirty like that then Eddie knew his own tricks to make Buck desperate. So as he slumped against the tiled wall of his shower because his knees were still wobbly, water streaming over his skin and washing away the sweat and grime of the shift, he thought of Buck and only Buck as he lazily jerked himself off. He sent whatever feelings, thoughts and physical touches he could through the Mark as a punishment for Buck to whip him into such a frenzy in the first place and almost bit through his bottom lip when he came into his hand.

Buck's furious glare when Eddie finally emerged from the bathroom, his limbs looser after a particularly overwhelming orgasm, suggested he'd been successful in channelling everything and making Buck very aware of what he'd missed out on in the shower.

He entered the kitchen to start preparing dinner with one arm, and Buck soon scooted in beside him to take over some of the cutting of vegetables and gathering of equipment that was creating sharp pains throughout his shoulder.

"That wasn't fair," Buck muttered as he shifted around Eddie to collect a pan from a cupboard.

"I have no idea what you mean," he replied as he drifted from the kitchen to where Chris was playing with some of his Legos against the coffee table. He slowly lowered himself to the couch, stroking gentle fingers through Chris' hair as his son looked at him with a beaming smile. "How was school, bud?"

"It was okay," Chris said, holding out an attempted Lego creation that didn't really look like anything to Eddie. He eased his fingers away from Chris' curls so he could hold it, keeping the sore arm against his belly. "We planted trees in Science today. And we're making pots in Art that are decorated with sea creatures."

Eddie fiddled with some of the Lego pieces, shifting some of the mismatched colours. "Planting trees and sea creatures sounds like a pretty great day. What are the creatures you're decorating your pot with?"

He listened to Chris talk about the drawings he'd made to practise of the creatures, and then he'd graduated to trying to use different sorts of paints to create the shapes. He returned the Lego creation to Chris, watching him add new bricks while listening to Buck move around the kitchen in the background. In the yard, he could smell the faint whiffs of wood smoke coiling through the house and it transported him to bonfires in El Paso, of family clustered around singing and laughing and shouting over one another. He couldn't remember doing anything like that since he moved to Los Angeles. But now, watching Chris, it occurred to him that he felt calm, and content, maybe even happy.

It felt wrong to feel happy after the shift he'd had, and it was almost terrifying to realise that so much had changed since he'd first spoken to Buck after class. The dynamic with his son had changed too, maybe through dragging Chris on some of the dates, and absolutely leaving Chris behind for others, but his heart had become increasingly and intricately woven around everything to do with Buck. He'd gone from feeling lost, adrift, unhinged, and angry at Shannon's death, at raising Chris alone, at the injustice of being on duty when Shannon was swept away, to...this. This warm satisfaction, this comforting glow, this-

He startled when he felt hands brush through his hair, fingers trailing down his neck to knead lightly at the curve from neck to shoulder. He relaxed a little more, tipping his head back until he met Buck's crystal blue eyes above him.

"Hey."

He smiled, reaching his good arm up to twine his fingers through Buck's resting on his shoulder. "Hey. Do you need a hand?"

Buck grinned. "Are you saying that because you literally only have one?"

He chuckled and tugged Buck's hand towards his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the knuckles and palm. "I say that so that you don't have to prepare everything alone."

Buck's fingertips grazed his jaw, the grin slipping towards an amused smile. "I'm not alone and you had a big shift. I've got it, okay? You take it easy."

Eddie still felt unconvinced but Buck patted his cheek and then wandered away again and Eddie couldn't help but feel dazed, wondering again when he'd gotten so lucky, wondering again how Fate had decided to bring Buck into his life before Marking them both.

The heady aroma of burning wood mingled with the sweet smell of meat and when Chris ran out of stories from school and grew bored with the Legos, he abandoned the bricks and left to get a book from his room. Eddie eased off the couch, attempting to hide the mild limp because of the ache in his hip to join Buck outside.

The metal grate was alight now, red and orange and yellow flames licking and flickering at the glowing griddle. An array of sausages and steaks hissed and bubbled and popped. Buck sat on one of the lawn chairs, poking at the meats with the longest pair of tongs Eddie thought he owned, but he looked up as Eddie sauntered closer.

"D'you want to talk about what happened?"

Eddie hovered close enough to the flames to feel the heat kiss his skin, faintly mesmerised by the swirl of colour as tongues of fire flickered in errant directions that had been seared across his eyes most of the day.

"It's still an active case," he said, biting his bottom lip because even though he trusted Buck with his heart and soul and his kid, he couldn't talk much about active cases. He couldn't break protocol. "Bravo tried to breach and the doors blew off the hinges. Our targets had left the gas running, probably hoping for more damage and more fatalities."

The tongs clattered to the ground, clanging against the griddle and grate. "People died?" Buck said, his eyes huge blue saucers.

Eddie looked away, attempting to swallow the memories and carnage of the day that reminded him too much of warzone far away. Buck obviously realised the question was a stupid one and moved to his feet, stepping around the grate to draw Eddie into a gentle, and much needed, hug. He nuzzled into the crook of Buck's neck and shoulder, inhaling the fading scent of cologne against his skin, loose fingers grasping at Buck's shirt to hold him close.

"Shit, Eds. I'm so sorry," Buck whispered, kissing across his hair as Eddie breathed in, and out, and clung to Buck until he started to feel steady again amid the swirls of emotions. "If I'd known, I never would have-"

"I know." He brushed a soft kiss against Buck's neck, the smallest of smiles on his lips because he wasn't going to have any regrets about that. "It helped a bit though. I needed the distraction."

Buck kissed his temple and gradually loosened his grip, giving Eddie enough time to let go without feeling like he was drowning again in all the memories.

Chris came out to join them and remind Eddie that he hadn't retrieved the pillows, blankets or air mattress that he'd promised so he returned to gather those supplies while Buck entertained Chris with stories as he cooked. Eddie looked again at the little tents, at the mound of dirt with the plastic capsule beside it, and wondered again how he'd ever gotten so lucky to integrate Buck into his life like this.

After eating one of the best meals he'd had in years because of how the smoky meats took him back to childhood bonfires, he sat on the patch of grass beside the hole and watched Buck and Chris bury the capsule.

"D'you think we'll still be living here when we dig it up?" Chris asked as he sprinkled handfuls of soil over the top of the capsule.

"Maybe, mijo." He met Buck's eyes and couldn't help the smile that twitched the edge of his lips because he was too easily thinking about digging it up with Buck still by his side. "Do you think you'll miss anything you've buried?"

Chris shrugged. "Yeah, but that's the point, right? We often bury stuff we're gonna miss. Like Mom."

The smile slipped from his lips as abruptly as it had arrived, a breath sticking in his lungs at the ease with which Chris brought up Shannon. "You- That's- Buddy, I didn't mean this to...to be like that."

"I know." Chris patted his hand, leaving globs of dirt over Eddie's fingers which did little to truly soothe away the ache behind his heart. "When do you think we'll dig it up?"

Buck's hand trailed up his back, thumb smoothing against the Mark on his sore shoulder. It helped settle some of the sudden wave of pain that Chris' words had brought him, helped drag him away from dissolving into tears in front of his son when Chris had probably just been trying to be sweet.

"The hardest part is remembering it's here," Buck joked and Chris giggled, adding more dirt to the hole, and providing an opportunity for Eddie to gather himself again. "Or if you start wondering where something is and thinking you've lost it, when it's here."

Chris nodded and then glanced between them. "But we found you, Buck. That's more important."

"I'm raising an emotional genius," Eddie muttered and Buck snorted, fingers flexing against his shoulder and curving around the back of his neck. It helped steady him further and he tilted into it to acknowledge his gratitude.

Once Chris had patted the dirt into place, Eddie told him to wash his hands and Buck went to retrieve the ingredients to make s'mores. Eddie shifted the chairs closer to the fire, adding another log and sending up another flurry of sparks from the grate.

"Dad?"

He carefully lifted Chris into his lap when he saw the way Chris' arms were outstretched, nudging a kiss to the curls to cover the way his shoulder and hip had lurched with pain at Chris' weight pressing into his chest.

"I'm… I'm sorry if I made you sad when I mentioned Mom," Chris said as Eddie positioned him in such a way that his head could lean against Eddie's uninjured shoulder.

"What?" He frowned and shook his head, squeezing Chris gently and tipping his head up with a gentle finger beneath his chin. "Bud, you-"

"I know you're still sad she died, Dad," Chris said with a roll of his eyes and Eddie fumbled over his words again.

He realised he probably didn't give Chris enough credit for recognising what was going on, and how difficult it was to lose someone you still loved, in some way. He knew Chris had a simple sort of understanding about the Marks but his kid also had to know that they were important. Eddie wished he could conceal the turmoil that swept him away sometimes but he had often wondered if hiding how much he'd loved and cared and missed Shannon sent the wrong message too. He didn't want Chris to think Shannon didn't matter to him. He didn't want Chris to ever forget how much Shannon had loved her son, even though she'd struggled to express it in the years before her death.

"Yeah, I- I still miss her," he agreed. With slightly trembling fingers, he loosened the strap of his watch and exposed the scar. His lungs burned as Chris' fingers brushed against it, a small burst of warmth contrasting with the chill the scar usually left him feeling. It reminded him of when they used to sit like this and Chris would examine the black Mark. Even black, it had been some sort of source of comfort for Chris. But after it had scarred, Eddie hadn't wanted to look at it much.

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head, watching Chris examine it like he'd only done a few times since the tsunami. Maybe it was his fault. He didn't reveal it very often. "No. Not- I can't feel anything through it anymore. Not like with Buck."

Chris' wide eyes turned towards him. "You can feel Buck?"

"Sometimes." He felt a shy smile tug at his lips because he knew Buck was done in the kitchen, like the string between them was lessening as the other man started his return to outside. "It's hard to explain but I- I hope when you find someone you truly care about, and who truly cares about you, that you know there's nothing more special than Fate Marking you with love."

Chris gazed at him and then his attention snapped away when Buck announced he had all the s'mores ingredients. Chris cheered, wiggling off Eddie's lap to grab a thin stick and shove a marshmallow on the end of it. Eddie looked at Buck and felt the rush of affection sweep through his chest. He wasn't even sure if it was because he felt so much for Buck or because Buck was playing with their connection through the Marks. He wasn't even sure he cared.

When Chris was sufficiently stuffed with s'mores and had dressed in his pyjamas and snuggled inside his sleeping bag in the tent, Eddie listened to Buck tell Chris a bedtime story until there were soft snuffly snores and Buck crept from the fabric. The fire had dimmed but it was still warm, still casting heat and light over Eddie's face as Buck approached him with an outstretched hand.

His eyebrow rose as he looked at Buck.

"I think I promised you something after your son was asleep?" Buck whispered and Eddie… His blood turned molten as he clasped Buck's hand and let himself be led inside his house.

His lips found Buck's when they had barely crossed the threshold of the backdoor, tasting the sweetness of the marshmallows and bitterness of the dark chocolate as Buck stumbled in his guidance to the bedroom. He hissed when Buck's hand closed too tightly around his hip to press him into his bedroom door, nipping at the hinge of his jaw and down his neck. Eddie tugged Buck's shirt over his head, still marvelling at all the pale pink Marks that littered Buck's torso that he'd given up counting a long time ago. None of them mattered as much as the one on Buck's knee.

"Eddie," Buck whimpered, grinding his hips against Eddie's in a desperate search for friction and revealing how hard he was already against Eddie's bruised skin.

"Needy, much?" he teased, tilting his head to Buck's roving mouth as he dragged his blunt nails down Buck's chest.

Buck shuddered and pulled at Eddie's shirt gently, the two of them working the fabric over Eddie's head with only a few grunts of pain. Eddie made sure the lock to his room was latched before pushing Buck away. Buck shuffled back, his hand already unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as he fell onto the bed behind him. Eddie had to admire him, had to admire the long lines of his body and the swell of muscles and the scattered pink Marks and dark tattoos that continued to drive him wild.

He crawled over Buck and caught his lips in another semi-frenzied kiss, pulling Buck's hand away from his jeans and lifting the arm above his head in an attempt to slow it down. "What do you want?" he murmured, kissing a trail from the edge of Buck's mouth to his jaw, pressing down to trap Buck's hips beneath him. "You're not usually like this. What do you want, querido?"

Buck tried to rock his hips upwards and whined when he realised that Eddie had him pinned. Even with a sore shoulder and hip, Eddie was getting better at fixing the flaws in his movements and holding Buck still without getting unexpectedly flipped. There was still a small amount of weakness in Buck's leg that restricted his ability, and he also suspected that his injuries meant Buck would've been more careful anyway.

"Use your words," Eddie encouraged, noting the way Buck's cheeks were flushing.

"Fuck, I- I thought I wanted to ride you- Feel you deep inside me," Buck groaned, and even Eddie had to try to collect his thoughts at that image. "But- But you're hurt and- God- Keep restraining me like this, Eds-"

Eddie tightened his grip and watched as Buck's eyelids fluttered, his pretty pink lips parting around a gasp when Eddie rolled his groin against Buck's. Even through layers of fabric, the sensitivity was clear. "I could take you like this," he said, keeping his voice low as he stared at Buck, watching the lump in his throat bob and the way his blue eyes grew dark. "You want that? You want me to take your cock and force you to be still beneath me?"

Buck nodded jerkily and Eddie kissed him again, using the lowering of his body to angle his increasingly hard dick to rub against where Buck's was escaping his parted jeans. There was a moan against his mouth, a twitch of Buck's hips that Eddie quickly tried to suppress.

"You get one hand free so you can get the rest of our clothes off and prep me. Then it's mine again," he said, noting how Buck's eyes were almost black, just the faintest strip of blue remaining like desire had eclipsed his sanity. Buck nodded again, like he didn't trust his voice to speak and, honestly, Eddie wasn't even sure how he managed to keep his tone so steady.

There was an urgency in Buck's actions as his single hand worked their jeans and underwear off, the dark flush of his cock curving towards his belly making it difficult for Eddie to remember he needed to focus on Buck's fingers and not how much he wanted to lick and taste and-

His breathing hitched when Buck's first finger pressed inside him, his heart thumping in his chest as he kissed Buck again and again. He used it as a distraction from the ache in his joints, and the burn of Buck's fingers scissoring him wider, and the burning need that made his entire body feel like he was slowly erupting into flames. By the time Eddie was sliding a condom down Buck's neglected cock, he wondered if he'd even have any strength in his legs to keep Buck pinned to the mattress. His thighs were already burning.

"You're so fucking hot," Buck muttered, eyes slightly glazed as Eddie grasped his wrists in both hands and held them to the pillow beside his head. His shoulder ached and he had to adjust a few times until he found the right spot.

"And you're liking this a whole lot more than I expected," Eddie retorted, shifting his hips forward, feeling Buck's cock drag through his crack. Buck's eyes scrunched shut, his breathing stuttered, and Eddie squeezed Buck's wrists. "Hey. Eyes open. You better watch what you wanted."

Buck managed to get his eyes open again, though they remained hooded as Eddie let one wrist go so he could lift Buck's cock, positioning it against his hole. Once the tip was inside, he returned his hand to Buck's arm and used the leverage to sink against Buck.

"O-Oh fuck," Buck groaned, the veins in his neck stark with the strain as he tilted his head into the pillow. Eddie could feel the clenching in his belly as he took Buck's cock, various flares of pain all through his body giving way to pleasure, to need, to want. He could feel every inch of Buck within him, the stretch of his girth that he'd still feel while recovering from this tomorrow, and he was ready to abandon this plan of forcing Buck to stay still because he was so ready to have Buck slam into him until he was shattering apart.

"So good," he muttered, almost to himself as he experimentally shifted his hips, trying to bend his knees and hook his ankles a little firmer around Buck's legs below him. He managed to move in slow figure-eights, taking his time as Buck seemed to struggle to know what to do when Eddie had him pinned, had him caught between giving and taking and forcing him into powerlessness and at the same time driving Eddie absolutely wild with clawing desperation for more.

"Let m-my hands go," Buck begged and Eddie considered saying no, considered what Buck had wanted before, but now he needed more – he suspected they both did – and released his grip to bury into the pillow beside Buck's head for stability. One of Buck's hands closed against his flank, carefully avoiding most of the bruising, while the other clutched at Eddie's hip and started guiding more movement, started forcing faster and rougher actions that made Eddie's spine curl.

"That's- I need- Buck-"

"I know," Buck echoed breathlessly.

Eddie's capacity to hold him down was failing rapidly as he lost himself in the sparks of heat that kept shorting his brain. Buck thrust his hips up, the slap of skin loud and lewd as Eddie slammed down. He forgot what it was to breathe when Buck's hand moved from his hip to his cock, gathering precum spilling from the tip and sliding it across his length like a filthy alternative to lube. It just made his actions more erratic and Buck's name fell from his lips like a chant.

And then he felt Buck's hand at his side shift to his shoulder, a carefully coordinated pressure against his Mark at the same time as a twist of Buck's hand and a particularly hard thrust up. Whatever Buck had wanted before in being pinned down escaped from Eddie in an instant as he practically slumped over Buck, at the mercy of his hands and his hips, lost to his senses except for the thunderous need coursing through him. Each of Buck's thrusts drew unbidden grunts past Eddie's lips, each of his hands drawing moans and pleas as he felt everything inside him draw tighter and tighter, the overwhelming need stretching him past the brink and-

And when he finally came, because of a firm press at the Mark and a well-angled jab of the cock within him and a tightening grip on the head of his cock, he was too far gone to be embarrassed at the sharp cry he gave, spilling against Buck's belly and hand as he collapsed into trembling limbs. There was a white noise in his ears and he surrendered to Buck's need for his body, too powerless to move, too weak to do anything but continue to be fucked through the sensitivity that wracked him, listening to Buck's breathing hitch and grow shorter and shorter. He thought about saying something but his words still felt disconnected from his mouth, only able to emit small, weak sobs as Buck continued to nail his prostate which was continuing to keep him hard and feeling like he could come again at any second.

And then Buck came too, muscles arched and taut beneath his skin, lungs incapable of breath as he spasmed and choked Eddie's name beneath him. He didn't even wait for Buck to catch his breath, didn't even wait for him to inhale, before kissing him and feeling Buck's hands move over him, a groan that could've been one or both of them as they continued moving together because even though Eddie thought they were both spent, this was something more, something deeper, something he didn't want to stop. It was something right down to the bottom of his heart, deep within his soul urging him on, craving more, and he willingly rolled when Buck manoeuvred them, let his legs be slung around Buck's hips as the kiss continued and Buck used the new angle to increase the snap and roll of his hips.

He was past the point of oversensitivity. His cock was hard again – had it ever softened? – between them and he could still feel Buck slamming against his prostate, drowning every sense he had in too much but he also needed Buck to keep going, to shatter his world into dazzling technicolour.

"E-Evan-"

"I've got you," Buck gasped against his mouth, a hand between them jerking Eddie off so fast that it took him a moment to realise that it was his hand between them. He wasn't even consciously aware of making decisions, wasn't even aware of his fingers and toes, as the whole world narrowed to the only thing that he needed.

The shouted expletives that he couldn't contain as everything exploded were partially muffled by Buck's mouth against him, and he was utterly powerless and boneless to Buck fucking him through it, his cock sending strings of come splattering against both of them. When Buck came again, he pressed as deep as he could and clung to Eddie, shaking almost violently with the strength of the orgasm. Eddie would've sworn he could feel Buck's cock pulsing inside him, but it was probably just the hard thud of his heartbeat against his ribcage playing tricks on him.

"I love you so much," Buck breathed against his sweat-soaked skin, sliding free so that Eddie could lower his wobbly legs and then settling his body against Eddie's like he wasn't covered in a sticky mess. "That was- Fuck, that was intense."

Eddie could only nod, his turn not to know how to use words. He draped tired arms around Buck's torso, pressed hands into the grooves of his back. If there'd been a time in the last five years where he'd felt more in love, more content, more overawed, he couldn't remember it. He wasn't even sure he'd ever felt like this before and he knew with absolute clarity that sex had never felt like that.

~TBC~