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It was one of those easy nights where a haze had settled over the house. The type that only seemed to happen between the two of them, like no one outside of their bubble even existed. Eddie’s bedroom was dim, just a sliver of light sneaking out from behind the blackout curtains and creating patterns on the wall. With the outside world forgotten, Buck was stretched out across the bed like he belonged there, like he had always belonged. There was not a space in the Diaz house that Buck hadn’t created something for himself in, and Eddie didn’t mind it. In fact, sometimes he wished that Buck would carve out more space and then never leave.
The TV was on but playing something that Eddie really didn’t care about, had no interest in paying attention to. For him, it was all background to what was right in front of him. What he cared about was Buck, stretched out next to him and throwing his head back as he laughed, the way that the gentle timber of his voice filled the room around them and his jawline caught in the light. It’d been a few days since he’d shaved, both of them somehow managing 96 off in a row. Buck tips his head back again and Eddie is dizzy with it for a moment, the way that Buck’s face looks a little rugged and rough, entirely too tempting as he gazes fondly at Eddie.
Somewhere between a shared joke and a fond shove, Eddie leans in, nuzzling against the stubble that’s adorning his boyfriend's face. The feeling of it against his bare cheeks, the scratch of it, he hadn’t really expected to like it so much. One touch turns into another and then another. It’s the coarse scrape against his chin and the warmth of their breaths mingling in the same shared air that makes the entire thing intoxicating in a way that Eddie’s never felt before. It’s intimate in the type of way they tend not to talk about, but just experience with each other.
“Mmm,” Eddie hummed, letting his lips ghost against the hinge of Buck’s jaw. “Didn’t know I was into this.”
Buck just grinned, tilting his head a bit and pulling Eddie in closer. “Yeah?” He waits for the whispered confirmation before continuing. “When I kissed Tommy with stubble for the first time I–”
Eddie pulled back so fast that Buck was barely able to finish his sentence before almost toppling over the side of the bed. “Really?” He raises a sharp eyebrow at the man next to him. There’s a moment before, “What?” Eddie asks with that mock innocence he’s so good at, the tone that makes Buck weak in the knees.
Buck blinked back at him. “Uhm…I…”
“Are you seriously talking about another man in my bed?”
Buck scrambled, searching for the words and an explanation. “I mean–I wasn’t–It’s not–It’s like–”
Eddie just stared, letting his boyfriend continue to dig himself a hole.
“No?” Buck finally settled on, his voice a little weak.
Eddie smirked back at him. “Good boy.”
Before Buck could say anything else, Eddie was leaning in again, pinning the taller man beneath him, lips brushing his jaw. Teeth nipped lightly, scraping against the stubble and causing Buck to let out a soft, involuntary moan, his hand sliding up the back of Eddie’s neck, keeping him there. “Jesus, Eds,” Buck breathed finally, voice rough.
“Language,” Eddie teased lightly, grinning against skin. “You’re in my bed, remember? I want you on your best behavior.”
He didn’t sound like he meant it, not with the way that his mouth trailed lower almost immediately, leaving a series of slow, hot kisses down Buck’s neck. Teeth scraped against exposed skin, his tongue soothing immediately after. Buck’s fingers found their way into his hair, tightening in grip as the moment stretched, his hip shifting restlessly beneath Eddie, searching for something more.
Eddie felt the way that Buck shifted upwards to meet him, the hard lines of their bodies fitting together perfectly, like they were made for each other. Eddie has always thought it was cliche to say that two people fit together like puzzle pieces, but it's the only apt metaphor he has to explain what it’s like to be with Buck like this. He’s never felt so complete, so whole. If Eddie could, he’d never leave this spot in his bed for the rest of his life. He feels the other man shift once more and he smirks against his throat, lips moving as Buck attempts to swallow down a broken sound. He lets his hand sneak down, sliding underneath the thin fabric of Buck’s t-shirt, his fingers skating over warm skin and tracing down his stomach towards the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Still thinking about Tommy?” He can’t help but murmur, voice low and dark. He shifts himself slightly so he can whisper directly in Buck’s ear.
“Who the fuck is Tommy?” Buck managed, breathless, already halfway gone.
“Good answer.”
And then he pulls back before diving in again to kiss Buck–deep and slow all tongue and teeth and stubble-burn. It’s the type of kiss that leaves both of them feeling dizzy still. The type of headiness that leaves them still feeling brand new every time no matter how often it happens. Buck’s hands wander, one sliding beneath Eddie’s shirt to trace the muscle of his back, the other palming at the front of his pants. It’s light, just a tease, but Eddi’es throws his head back at the touch anyway.
“You look–” Buck cuts himself off and Eddie smiles at his blown pupils and darkening expression. He knows that he must look like a sight himself; breathing hard with swollen lips, his skin a delicious shade of red from where Buck’s stubble had rubbed him raw.
“I could make you sleep on the couch,” he muttered before leaning back in again so their foreheads could rest together, their hips finally meeting as Buck lets out a soft whine at the contact.
“You wouldn’t.”
Eddie just lets his thumb trace the edge of Buck’s jaw with a soft smile. Again, the scrape of stubble against the pad of his fingers makes his stomach flip. “I’m gonna have to teach you to not bring up other guys in my bed.”
“Oh yeah?” Buck asks, voice low and eyes teasing, even as a blush begins to color his cheeks. “How are you gonna do that?”
Eddie just grins, the expression a little dangerous under the surface. “Guess you’ll find out.”
And Eddie makes good on that promise. It’s all soft and gentle touches, teasing that turns into soft groans and whispered curses pressed into sweaty skin. It’s a little desperate, but in the sweet, aching way that they’ve both come to love. It’s the type of night that comes from wanting for too long, too deep, before finally getting a taste of it.
They never make it to turning off the TV. Not that either of them really cared. Not when Buck clung to Eddie, gasping his name like a prayer, everything else long forgotten.
It was Eddie who collapsed first, flushed and grinning as he turned over and pulled Buck’s back flush against him. Buck reached out after a moment, letting his fingers ghost over Eddie’s lips, tracing the red patches of exposed skin where his stubble had truly rubbed the other man raw. He reaches down, doing the same to Eddie’s inner thighs, making him shiver. “You still into it?” He asks lazily, just as his eyes begin to close.
“Yeah,” Eddie smiled, laying a sweet kiss to Buck’s curls. “Real into it.”
And maybe–just maybe– something a little dangerous and a lot like love settles quietly between them, safe and secure in the quiet hush of Eddie’s bedroom.