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Buck, now out as bi, wants to experience some bomb dick after a few disappointing men. In comes Eddie and his knowledge of anatomy. What happens when lady killer Evan Buckley is on the other side of the equation? He gets dickmatised by his boy bestie.
“I have questions about men,” Buck tells his friend.
Well. That’s stating the obvious.
Eddie nods encouragingly. He smiles.
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"Dad?" Christopher’s voice was small, trembling, and terrifyingly close to his ear.
"I'm... here bud. It's okay," Eddie wheezed. He couldn't take a full breath. His ribs felt like a cage that was slowly collapsing. "Are you... okay? Is Jee...?"
"She's crying," Chris sniffled. "It's dark, Dad. I can't see anything. Why is it so dark?"
"The mud... covered the hole," Eddie gritted out. He tasted copper. He’d bitten his tongue when the impact hit. "Just... sit tight. Uncle Chim and Uncle Buck... are coming. Your dads coming Jee Bug"
Or: Eddie is in a natural disaster when looking after Jee and Chris and he does whatever he can to protect them, keeping them safe till the 118 can come and rescue them.Series
- Part 12 of 9-1-1 One Shots
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Buck's plan for the evening is simple: eat calzones with Eddie, pretend he's not in love with his best friend, and absolutely never think about one desperate night he hooked up with Tommy in Eddie's house, and the conversation they had the morning after in Eddie's kitchen while Eddie was in El Paso.
Then Eddie mentions a missed call. And a voicemail. And a text from Tommy asking if Eddie thinks he's "competition."
Before Buck can spiral, Eddie holds out his hand for Buck's phone, finds Tommy's still-blocked number, and calls him back himself. What follows is ten minutes of calm, surgical destruction: Eddie dismantling Tommy's ego, burning every bridge, and saying things like "You call that competition? You were never in the fucking race," and "I left him behind and he was still fucking mine."
Buck's pressed against the corner of the kitchen, half-hard and fully in shock, because they aren't even dating.
Yet.
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“I’m a normal size.”
“No,” Buck says, insistent. “It’s— it’s thick, Eddie. Like— a real handful thick.”
Eddie ducks his head, swallowing hard. “I’m a— grower. By your definition. It gets bigger.”
Buck is still staring at him. Eddie does not look back. “Like an inch bigger?”
Grabbing his beer from the table, Eddie takes the last sip, hoping the chill of it will be some kind of cool balm over the flames within. It doesn’t help much. Quietly, he answers, “More.”
Buck gasps, loud and theatrical. “More?”
“Yes. Alright?” Eddie says tightly, his body flushes hotly. “More.”
A long second ticks by.
Abruptly and a little loudly, Buck asks, “Eddie, how big is your cock?”
Or: Buck finds out Eddie is hung. Seriously hung. This is mindblowing information to possess, apparently.
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- Part 17 of cjo + 911
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“T-There was a flower,” Buck whispers, and his head drops back with a little moan that floats from his cocked-open, swollen lips. Buck’s hand skirts down his flushed belly, dips through streaks of wet and half-dried patches of cum, and wraps a quivering hand around himself. Eddie chokes. “O-On the hike, I saw it, an-and, I was like, s’so p-pretty,” Buck moans, and his eyes peel open, baby blue eyes alight with lust.
“So… So I crouched down to ge-get a better look, and I—fu-u-uck—to-touched a little dew droplet on the edge of one of the petals,” Buck’s voice breaks off into a soft sob, hand working up and down his cock, slick precum blurting out the flushed slit. Buck’s hand encases his cock perfectly, thumb brushing the underside of his head, and squeezing his base. It’s messy, and a bit frantic, and Eddie feels very, very parched.
He can’t drag his eyes from Buck.
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or; can we still call it platonic if you fuck your best friend for the first time to keep him from dying because he touched an unknown flower and got laced with fuck or die sex pollen?Series
- Part 55 of buddie by tired