Smut prompt: buddie airplane sex, purely because the idea of these two beefy guys trying to be subtle and squeeze into the loo at the same time is hilarious
they are SOOO subtle, lol. thank you!
mile high club
960 words | explicit
semi-public sex | anal sex | laughter | idiots in love
"We're gonna get caught," Eddie hiss-whispers as Buck maneuvers him back against the narrow strip of wall between the sink and the door, wedging himself in close and shoving his hand down the front of Eddie's pants. He wore sweats for the flight, which is convenient.
"We're not gonna get caught."
"We're gonna get caught and we're gonna get banned from Southwest Airlines for life," Eddie says, as if his hands aren't working at the fly of Buck's jeans, as if he didn't open the door when Buck knocked, a careful two minutes after Eddie got up, and yank him in.
"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.
"You go back first," Eddie whispers, once they're as put together as they can be, so Buck drops another kiss on his lips, unlatches the door, and slips back out into the quiet dark of the cabin. He heads back down the aisle, sinks into his seat and waits, body warm and singing, for Eddie to follow.
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beautiful build-a-bear visions.... one day a few years from now they'll have a toddler waddling around dragging two firefighter bears behind her
I love it here and you big-brain ideas of this little tot running around possibly not even realizing that they were made on purpose to look like her dads. She just likes the red outfits because they’re also firefighters, and when dads are on shift, she still has her little bears. And of course, she makes them get married, because 3 year old logic dictates all firefighters marry other firefighters. And Eddie is all red face and capital-F fond and he’s got tears in his eyes like he did watching Chris go to his first dance, because their kid likes a Production!! She has a vision! And Eddie doesn’t know if it’s Buck clipboardness or Eddie’s love of drama and romance stories, but they’ve got the living room decked out with every other stuffy in the house and Buck rigged up and arch way. And Buck leans in to whisper, “They’re gonna exchange vows after they already exchanged hearts. They’re doing it backwards, just like us.” And of course that’s when Eddie really starts crying, and their kid is like, “Dad 😔 Wedding happy!” while she digs her little pointy fingers into his dimples until he smiles, leaving Buck to worry about the tears.
Of course a week later they find one bear with the chest seams jaggedly cut open and the heart poking out because “RESCUE!” so Buck calls Eddie back from the grocery store, with a “9-1-1 Emergency” text. And Eddie runs in thinking someone really is bleeding and out of breath while he oscillates between looking fondly and also WTF at his small child and death glaring Buck while also commiserating silently over the tragedy. And Buck’s like “yay medic dad is here to patch up the bear!” But Eddie doesn’t know how to sew Buck!! So it’s off to the Wilson’s where Hen opens the door to small child presenting this stuffing-strewn bear, like a cat presents a dead mouse, and she just looks up at Buck’s faux innocent smile all “I hope the hospital is still open,” and Hen goes, “you did not come here just because I’m a woman so you think I can sew 😒” and Buck whispers, “no, Dr. Wilson, we came ‘cause you know how to suture a patent! And Hen, that’s Eddie’s heart please 🥺” “Bring the patient inside, paramedic child.”
Chris gets a recounting of both events on their weekly video call and he’s just thankful he’s in college and missed the crying.
Arthurian reference! The first version of the Dame Ragnelle legend I ever read was in Cricket magazine and they called her Lady Ragnell in that as I recall, so when I started writing fanfic specifically for Merlin fandom and I wanted something Arthurian themed I picked that! The Loathly Lady story is one I enjoy heaps, and Gawain is my favorite knight, so it all came together.
2. i will always order this food
If I'm at an Indian restaurant and they have Aloo Mutter on the menu I will almost always get it. At many restaurants I will order the veggie burger, but that's simply because it's often the vegetarian option.
3. overused emoji(s)
I think most often I do either a thumbs up or a rainbow of hearts? But I am not a huge emoji user.
4. current favorite show/movie/book?
I watch so few movies! I think the most recent that I really loved was Flow, last year. There are many I want to watch, though, got to get on that someday when I have a brain. For shows, 9-1-1 is bringing me silly joy and I'm enjoying The Pitt a great deal too. I'm only two episodes into Pluribus because it's A Lot but it's also an incredible piece of art. And for books, my 2026 favorites so far are The Everlasting by Alix Harrow and the Big Bad Wolf series by Charlie Adhara.
5. song on repeat?
Been very into "Sympathy Magic" by Florence & the Machine lately, and keep getting into various songs that @dyk-this-musical-song puts up. Oh, and since it's a 9-1-1 mutual who tagged me, have to say I keep getting into "I'm Scared" by Rosie Darling whenever there's a big Buck Buckley episode.
6. last thing you hyperfixated on?
Obviously very into my silly firefighters, but more than that, my D&D game! Aetherflow Campaign my beloved! Turning it over in my head ALL the time. When I am not turning that over, I'm turning over the sci fi series I'm editing, I spent 7 weeks just SWALLOWED by an edit at the start of the year.
I would love to hyperfixate on sewing, damn it, got a dress to make in the next three weeks I hope!!!
7. oddly specific thing that brings you joy?
I've been pruning trees lately, and the feeling of making The Correct Cut and freeing up an area of the tree is a very good one!
8. phone wallpaper
This art I commissioned of my OCs from the first novel in the sci fi series I mentioned above.
9. what smell makes you happy?
THE SEA. Vanilla, fresh bread, dill, orange blossoms and oranges.
10. morning, night, or other type of person?
Night! Much to my detriment, but definitely night! Broke my sleep schedule when I was an RA in college (though I'd been a night owl to a slightly lesser extent before that) and even now I find it very hard to get to sleep before midnight. Before one, really.
11. what's your work/profession?
I am very paranoid about being doxxed because the specifics are very specific, but let's say I work somewhere in the intersection of music and education!
And I am tagginggggg @more-nothing, @badassindistress, @mr-chatterboxs-column, @deservingporcupine annnnnd @pluckyredhead! Or anyone who wants to, I always love seeing what people are into.
I'm dying imagining Buck realising he's in love with Eddie and assuming Eddie already knows and Eddie realising he's in love with Buck and assuming BUCK already knows and them both simultaneously and independently of each other "realising" that if the other knows and hasn't said anything it MUST be because they don't return their feelings
genuinely it would be so entertaining for us and so painful for all the other characters to witness. like i’m torn because i love angst and tension but this post is one of my favorite confession scene ideas
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"I don't know," Eddie said, leaning against the door frame, grinning like an asshole. "You look like you have it under control."
"Spoken like a man who doesn't actually want any raspberry cheesecake cookies," Buck retorted from under the teetering, half collapsed, flour-covered armload of baking supplies that had just attempted to avalanche their way out of his cabinet. "I could bring them to the station for the B shift to appreciate."
"Okay, there's no need to resort to violence," Eddie said, laughing, as he pushed off the doorway and crossed the kitchen to catch a bag of sugar as it teetered out of Buck's grip.
(Give me a sentence and I'll write the next five!)
"How long until the next town?" Chris yawns, when Eddie banks the fire and beds down next to him. His stomach is rumbling. He forked over the lion's share of his own dinner to Chris, but he can't keep doing that, as much as he wants to. He's the one who has to walk, after all, and a full belly will do Chris no good if Eddie can't protect him, can't keep moving.
"We should be there tomorrow," Eddie tells him. Chris smiles, bright and sweet, and Eddie smiles back, though the anticipation is cut through with trepidation. They need to refill their supplies, but towns are almost as dangerous as watering holes, especially on the main drag like this. Too much of a temptation for looters, and trigger-happy in response as often as not. If it were safe, Eddie would stash Chris someplace and go in for supplies himself, but he knows it's not. It's just one more risk he has to take, as much as he hates it.
