eternity || epilogue

(general writing tag)

911 abc

tma

orv

MWAH thank you!!!! the horrors have (perhaps temporarily) been vanquished, so now i can write smut lol. 7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)

"Fuck-- shut up-- I think I see-- shit--"

Buck giggles as Eddie pulls him lapel-first out of view of the balcony doors, his back hitting an awkward corner of the stone railing with the force of it. He ignores the bruise that's going to leave by next morning in favor of more important things, like dragging Eddie in to slot their mouths together again, the slide of their tongues turning messy and desperate so quick that it'd be embarrassing, if this were anyone else.

It's Eddie, though, so Buck just brings his teeth into it, bites at the chapped corners of his lips. Drags his mouth wet and sloppy to his jaw, the delicate tendon of his neck, the place at the juncture of ear and throat that makes Eddie moan out a breathy laugh.

"Who needs to shut up now," Buck bites into his neck, delighting in Eddie's giggly, turned-on little squirm. His fingers squeeze a little over the sides of Eddie's waist, tight beneath his dress shirt. Eddie shivers a little as his skin is revealed into the cool outdoor air, and Buck trembles against him, their bodies a perfect call and response. He presses lower, beneath the waistband of Eddie's pants, his - ha! - tighty-whiteys, grabbing at the swell of his ass just to hear him groan.

Eddie, in turn, pulls Buck's hair, drags his face down to Eddie's sternum, where Buck can suck another bruise. "We-- Buck-- we're outside-- anyone can--"

"Everyone else is inside," Buck makes his case, dancing teasing fingers over the front of Eddie's crotch, grinning into Eddie's (his) hickey as Eddie ruts a little towards the touch. "Listening to some boring speech--"

"I'm--" Eddie stutters as Buck drags his zipper down, reaches inside the front of his pants to palm the swell of his cock through his underwear. "I'm telling Chim you said that."

Buck pauses, making Eddie make an irritated, aroused noise of protest. "Okay, new rule. No bringing up my brother-in-law while I have my hand on your dick."

"Oh, is someone's hand on my dick? 'Cos I can't--" Buck sticks his hand down Eddie's underwear before he can be any more annoying, sticking his tongue out a little on a smirk at the too-high noise he makes.

Eddie's eyes flutter close as Buck wraps his hand around his dick, smoothing an affectionate thumb over the leaking tip like hello, hi, nice to be acquainted with you. Buck watches the shift of his expression with a swell of affection in his chest, delight bursting in little fireworks along his ventricles as Eddie's brows furrow in annoyance, his eyes opening a little just to glare at Buck.

"Why are you moving," he hisses, probably aiming for flat and landing somewhere in whiny instead. Buck uses his other hand to keep his hip in place when he tries to jerk forward, and Eddie makes a little protesting noise that he can't help but press his mouth to.

"Shut up, Eddie," he mocks against Eddie's lips, a simulacrum of Eddie's earlier tone. "What if someone sees? How could we?"

"You are such--" Eddie pulls at his hair again, a little harder, as if that's punishment at all. Buck makes a point of fluttering his eyes into it, ducking a little to look through his lashes at Eddie's irritated little expression. "A dick."

"I think I'm holding your dick, actually." Buck drags his hand over it in demonstration, and also just to startle Eddie into another moan. He stops again, and Eddie drops his head against Buck's shoulder, strands of his hair tickling Buck's neck above his collar.

Eddie rubs his face into Buck's neck, and Buck presses a little kiss to his forehead, so in love that it feels impossible not to give Eddie a handjob about it. But, counterpoint: Eddie lifts his head and pouts at Buck, and if he wanted Buck to ever stop teasing, he really shouldn't be rewarding him like this.

"Buck," he murmurs, breath warm across Buck's lips, cooling quickly, the dampness making Buck shiver, his heart leap into his throat, begging to jump ship into Eddie's wet mouth. "Please? Will you get on with it?"

He bites the last sentence onto Buck's lips, his other hand dragging down Buck's back, beneath his suit jacket, pressing at the thin fabric at the small of his pack until Buck is rutting a little into Eddie's warm stomach, the soft sliver of his stomach revealed by his rucked-up shirt.

Buck whines, laughs, and starts moving his hand again as Eddie moans in relief and ruts into Buck's grip, presses him harder against cool stone, the two of them breathless and grinning in the cool evening air.