buck’s boobies. you agree.

"Mmhm," Buck says, and decides that kissing Eddie is a better use of his time than arguing about it. Quieter, too. His elbow bumps the door lightly, and Eddie freezes at the sound, his cock pulsing against Buck's palm, a shuddery gasp against his lips. Thing is, the idea of getting caught really isn't a downside for Eddie, and they both know it. As long as it doesn't actually happen.

It's the middle of the night, two hours left in their flight. Everyone else is sleeping. They're fine. Probably.

"Just gotta be quiet," he whispers, and grins when Eddie makes another low noise. He gets Eddie's pants down around his thighs, wraps his fingers around his cock. He'd love to sink to his knees and take him in his mouth, listen to Eddie desperately try to muffle his whimpers, but unfortunately there's really not enough floor space in the tiny little cubicle for that. 

"Hang on," Eddie whispers back, twisting awkwardly to get at his pockets. Buck hangs on, thumb rubbing idly over the head of Eddie's cock, because this is Eddie's thing, after all—he's the one with the plan. Buck is just—happily—along for the ride. Then Eddie comes up with a little packet of lube and shoves it into his hand. "Here."

"Really?" Buck whispers, grinning. "You snuck lube onto the plane?"

"I didn't sneak it on, it's under the three ounce rule," Eddie retorts, but he's blushing furiously. "Are you gonna fuck me or what?"

"I mean, yeah, definitely."

Buck lets go just enough for Eddie to turn, bracing his hands on the wall, legs spread as much as he can in the narrow space. He gives himself just a moment to appreciate the gorgeous view before crowding in close again, tearing the packet open and slicking himself up. He squeezes the last of it onto his fingers and pushes them into Eddie's hole, getting him wet before he lines himself up.

Eddie lets out a choked little noise when Buck pushes in, forehead dropping against the plastic wall with a faint thump.

"Shh," Buck whispers again, trembling with the effort of going slow. He holds Eddie's hips in place with both hands, burying his cock to the hilt in Eddie's gorgeous ass.

"You shh," Eddie hisses back, but he's shaking too, his hands flexing on the wall, his cock stiff and flushed. 

Buck pushes his face into the hollow of Eddie's throat, muffling a laughing moan against his skin as he starts to fuck him, long slow strokes, trying not to bump into anything that'll make noise. Eddie feels so fucking good, so hot and tight around him, and the illicit thrill of hooking up in a bathroom should definitely have worn off for Buck by now, but the fact that it's Eddie here with him makes it all feel brand new. Eddie who wanted this enough that he doesn't even care about the fact that dozens of people are sleeping all around, that anyone could hear them if they make too much noise.

Eddie, who's got a hand over his mouth now, teeth sunk into his own skin in a desperate attempt to muffle his moans. He's got the other hand braced on the wall, which leaves him no way to touch himself, so Buck slips a hand around to jerk him off, the same slow pace.

Eddie lets out another muffled, shuddery moan, and it's a feedback loop now, driving them both higher. Buck presses closer, grinding his cock in deep, listens to Eddie's breath catch, his hand flexing on the wall. He puts his mouth to Eddie's ear and whispers, "You gotta be quiet or somebody's gonna hear," punctuating it with another slow, slick twist of his hand, and Eddie comes with a shocked little sound, clenching hard around Buck's cock, shuddering against him. That's pretty much all it takes for Buck; he shoves his face into Eddie's sweaty shoulder and follows him over the edge a moment later.

For a moment, they stay there like that, coming down from it. Then Eddie starts shaking again—laughter this time.

"Oh my god," he whispers as Buck reluctantly pulls away, separating them with a final kiss to Eddie's shoulder. Eddie grabs for a handful of paper towels and passes some back, cleans himself up, shoulders still shaking with laughter. "I can't believe we did that."

"It was your idea," Buck points out reasonably, but he can't help but grin when Eddie squirms around to face him, bright red, grinning, beautiful. Eddie grabs him by the front of the shirt and pulls him into a kiss, and Buck goes happily.

They separate a moment later to fix their clothes, to run water in the tiny sink and clean up what they can of their mess, fumbling in the tight confines of the cramped space.