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Buck has been feeling undeniably horny—when isn’t he? As one of the hottest men in LA, he just ended his relationship with Tommy a couple of weeks ago, and now he’s single again, single ready to mingle. Ever since he embraced his bisexuality, everything has changed.
This city is the capacity of the hottest man on the planet, which he had never noticed before, or chose not to notice. Now he just wants to do all the hot men he met, not to mention he works at a firehouse, a place full of hunks and jocks stealing all his attention with their cute asses and big bulges, how come he did not see how juicy are those before?
It's not that girls aren't hot for Buck anymore, but for him, men are the dishes he hasn't tried before, it's all new and refreshing and exciting, kind of like the first time he learned how to masturbate and couldn't stop for days, or weeks? He is not quite sure; his mind is busy imagining all the naughty things he can do at his college while maintaining a professional facade. So far, he's managed to keep it under wraps - until his eyes land on Eddie.
Eddie fucking hot as the sickening hell holy mother of sweet god please help him Diaz.
His eyes are fixed on Eddie’s sweet ass as soon as Eddie enters the locker room, it’s thick and squeezable, and he wonders if those cheeks flap as he walks. Does he do squats all the time? Who has an ass like that? And those jeans are practically criminal, hugging his well-toned form perfectly as he goes down and picks up the brief fall of as he opens the closet– sweet Jesus is that his underwear? So little fabric wouldn’t even cover half of those cheeks. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, Buck thinks. How could he blame him for that?
As Eddie sits down on the bench and bends over to work on his shoes, Buck catches a glimpse of Eddie's underwear peeking out—of course, it’s the same kind he just picked up. It’s the perfect decoration for that strawberry shortcake, easy to peel off as he imagines biting into it. As Eddie bends further down to tie his shoes, Buck can’t help but notice the hint of his butt crack. That’s the moment Buck knows he’s screwed.
That must be the feeling of burning in hell; He is contemplating the consequences of hopping on his best friend, ripping off those jeans and underwear, and going all the way right here in the locker room during work hours. His pants tighten around his growing bulge as he fantasizes, oh how he wants all of his fantasy come true, not just leaning on the lockers on his back and eye-fucking his best friend. But he can’t do it, that is his best friend, for crying out loud.
When he turns around, oh my god, it gets even better—Eddie’s bulge is even more pronounced. Buck would dive right in without a second thought, especially since it’s getting bigger and closer. Wait, what?!
“What you looking at?” Eddie frowns, stepping within inches of Buck, Jesus Christ his brown cow eyes look so good even when he frowns.
“Uh, nothing! Not a daaaaaaaaamn thing.” Buck panics, arching his back in a futile hopefully to hide his crazy impressive bulge but that is not much of a help cause he has a huge penis and it is straining against his pants like a bridge right now, damn the first time Buck wishes he could have a smaller one.
“Were you checking on me?” Eddie steps in closer, his voice low and teasing. Buck can smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and natural scent. Wait—now isn’t the time to think about how delicious Eddie is. He’s in big trouble, like a really big one.
“What?! Why would I do that? No… definitely not doing that.” Buck shifts his eyes as he shifts his hip to the side trying to hide what is in his pants but the friction even makes it worse. Why does being caught feel a little exciting?
“Alright, stand straight then,” Eddie smirks, clearly not buying Buck’s act.
“Now? I can’t, just hurt my back I think I will need a couple of minutes.” Buck mumbles barely a whisper, clearly lying with a lame excuse.
“Um, guys,” Chim enters, jaw-dropping as he takes in the entire situation, the two of them being so close, and what’s going on with Buck down there, quickly piecing together what he thinks Buck and Eddie are up to. “I just wanted to say breakfast is ready… that’s it. Okay, bye!” His voice trails off as he practically bolts from the doorway.
“You hear the man, get a cold shower and come have breakfast with us.” Eddie gives Buck a light squeeze on the shoulder before turning back to finish getting ready to leave the locker room.
“Okay,” Buck manages to stammer, his cheeks flushed. He can’t find the words to maintain his cover.
Fuck, FUCK, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Eddie saw it—he fucking saw it. What should Buck do now? Pretend nothing happened? Apologize to Eddie for staring at his sweet, fine ass and admit he wants so much more than just to look?
“You will not believe what I just saw in the locker room,” Chim whispers to Hen as he hops onto her shoulder, his excitement making her nearly spill the coffee she just sipped.
“Gee, Chim! Calm the fuck down, what’s wrong?” Hen asks, her eyes wide with concern.
“I think they are doing it at the locker room, correction, I caught them about to do it at the locker room!”
“Wait, who doing who?” She frowns, struggling to catch the information through his jumbled words.
“Morning, guys,” Eddie greets as he takes his usual spot right next to Buck, sending a weird look to Hen and Chim, “Why are you two grinding like that?”
You are one to talk, that is what Chim wants to say at present, but he bites back the retort forming on his lips, “Nothing, not a damn thing,” he said instead, uncomfortably in his seat. Now Hen is giving a weird look too.
Buck joins them moments later, a suspicious flush of pink on his cheeks, prompting Hen’s eyes to widen in realization. All the pieces are falling into place, and the dawning comprehension is evident on her face. And her eyes widen in a way they never did before.
Hen narrows her eyes, glancing between the two men sitting way too close for comfort—at least for friends. Buck’s cheeks are still tinted pink, and he’s awkwardly shifting like he wants to be anywhere else. Eddie, meanwhile, looks calm, collected, and… suspiciously smug?
Oh, God, Hen thinks, Chim’s not kidding—they were definitely up to something.
It’s not that she’s never considered the idea of Buck and Eddie. The way they look out for each other, always gravitating towards each other, whether on or off the field—it’s like watching magnets pull together.
Eddie glances her way, one eyebrow raised. Hen quickly schools her face into neutrality, lips twitching as if she hadn’t just solved the mystery of the century.
Well, well, well. If Buck and Eddie aren’t sleeping together, it’s just a matter of time. And when they finally figure it out, she’s definitely going to be the one handing out ‘I told you so’ buttons. Until then, she’s content to sit back and watch.
But damn, she’s never seen Buck so flustered.
Hen exchanges a knowing look with Chimney, then darts a sideways glance at the two troublemakers sitting so close their shoulders are practically glued together. There’s a whole world of awkward, unspoken tension radiating off them, and she’s this close to laughing out loud.
“Seriously, why is everyone acting so weird today?” Bobby asks from behind them, his voice laced with exasperation.
“Nothing, not a damn thing!” the trio responds in unison, their voices a little too synchronized to be believable. It’s almost comical, like a freak show, and Bobby is left more confused than ever. What the hell is going on this morning?
“Are you sure they’re doing it in the locker room?” Hen whispers, glancing around as the crew gathers to wrap up the day. Everyone is clearing out their lockers, swapping stories, and getting ready to head home, but Hen and Chim stand off to the side, deep in discussion.
“1,000,000% yes! You should’ve seen it—if you had, you’d understand why I’m so certain,” Chim insists, his eyes wide with excitement.
Hen snorts, throwing him a disbelieving look. “Oh my god, doing it at work? That’s so classic Buck 1.0! What I can’t quite believe is that Eddie’s just going along with it!”
“No, it was definitely Eddie who made the move,” Chim insists, eyes wide like he’s delivering breaking news.
“What?!” Hen’s voice rises, and she slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes darting around in panic. “Eddie made the move?” she hisses quietly, her mind whirling. No way. Quiet, reserved, emotionally stunted Eddie making a move on Buck?! Was the world upside down?
“Quiet down! They’re right over there!” Chim jerks his head toward the hallway, where Buck and Eddie are presumably lingering.
“How did that even happen?” Hen lowers her voice to a whisper again, her disbelief giving way to sheer curiosity. “I thought Eddie was straight, according to what he said.”
“Do you even know these two?” Chim’s tone is incredulous. “They’ve been flirting for years.”
“Six years, actually,” Hen mutters reflexively, her eyes widening with realization. “And now they finally make a move?!”
“And you ruined it!” she accuses, narrowing her eyes at Chim, who throws his hands up defensively. “Buck could be pregnant right now if it wasn’t for you interrupting.”
“Whoa, whoa, they didn’t even kiss when I walked in!” Chim exclaims, crossing his arms indignantly. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Wait, then how do you know they were doing it?”
Chim hesitates, suddenly looking a lot less confident. “Well… I saw… a thing.”
Hen arches a brow, unimpressed. “What thing?”
“Buck’s… thing,” Chim mumbles, turning bright red.
“Oh.” Hen pauses, blinking. “Oh. Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Wait, is he, like, flashing his ‘thang’ to Eddie?” Hen asks, half-horrified, half-gleeful.
“No, no! Uh, I don’t know how to describe it.” Chim scratches the back of his head, looking flustered and annoyed. “It was more like… proximity and… stuff.”
Hen lets out an exasperated groan, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you got me all worked up for that! I thought they were really doing it! I almost texted Karen about this; she’ll be so disappointed if she finds out this was just a false alarm!”
Chim glares at her, then lowers his voice conspiratorially. “He was erect in his pants, Hen, and the way they were standing so close—trust me, it’s true this time.”
Hen’s eyes widen in mock seriousness. “How erect was the erection exactly?”
Chim looks appalled. “I’m not staring at his bulge! Gee, I’m not Eddie!” he shoots back, flustered.
Hen’s grin turns wicked. “Wait, so Eddie was staring at it?”
Chim rubs his forehead like he’s got a headache coming on. “Or maybe he was just checking if Buck’s fly was open, I don’t know!”
“OMFG!” Hen slaps a hand over her mouth, her eyes alight with excitement. “I’m so gonna text Karen about this! She is so gonna scream!”
Chim laughs, the sound low and mischievous. “Yeah, I bet Maddie would too,” he adds, shaking his head. “Just wait until they find out we’re the ones who witnessed the potential scandal.”
“Anything I need to catch up on?” Bobby’s voice cuts through the conversation like a whip, and both Hen and Chim jump.
“God, Cap! How can you make no sound when you walk?” Hen demands, clutching her chest dramatically.
“If you told me everything, I wouldn’t be eavesdropping like this,” Bobby says dryly, eyeing them both with a faint smile.
“You heard?” Hen squeaks, sharing a panicked look with Chim.
“Pretty much.” Bobby shrugs, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “I can’t believe you two are excluding me from it,” he adds with a mock pout, narrowing his eyes at them playfully. “You know I’ve been shipping those two for, like, forever.”
“Bobby!” Hen gapes at him, equal parts horrified and delighted.
“What!” Bobby raises his hands in a mock defensive gesture. “Can an old man have some hobbies outside of his work?”
Chim’s jaw drops. “Wait, wait, wait—do you know something we don’t?” he asks suspiciously, leaning in.
“I’m afraid not. Except Buck’s been keeping his distance from Eddie all day,” Bobby says thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “I wonder what’s going on.”
Hen and Chim's exchange knowing looks. “Yeah, we know, we saw it, too.”
“Exactly,” Bobby nods, brow furrowing in concern. “And now he’s avoiding Eddie? Something must have gone wrong.”
Hen’s eyes narrow, her expression shifting into a glare aimed squarely at Chim. “See? I told you, you totally ruined it.”
Chim throws his hands up in frustration. “I just went in there to tell those guys breakfast was ready and suddenly I’m the bad guy!”
“You should’ve knocked,” Hen accuses, hands on her hips.
“It’s a locker room, not a fucking hotel suite!” Chim sputters.
“Shush! They’re gonna hear us, you idiot!” Hen smacks his arm lightly, both of them quickly glancing around to make sure no one’s listening in.
Bobby sighs, shaking his head fondly at their antics. “I swear, you two are going to drive me crazy before those two do,” he mutters, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “Come on. Let’s just keep an eye on them and see if we can’t figure this out. But quietly, okay?”
“Fine,” Hen and Chim grumble in unison, though they’re already leaning in, conspiratorial grins spreading across their faces.
This? This is gonna be fun.
Buck has been avoiding Eddie for the rest of the shift—cause why isn’t he? What else could he do? He’d just gotten caught checking out his best friend, sporting a very obvious erection, no less. It’s probably the most humiliating thing he’s ever done. Not even the time when Maddie accidentally walked in on him, mid-masturbation to a Playboy magazine, could top this. That was just the embarrassing discovery of a teenage boy's normal exploration.
But this? This was completely different. It wasn’t some random busty blonde in a cheap, glossy spread. It was Eddie. His best friend. The guy who’s always had his back, who looks at him with soft eyes when Buck’s had a bad day, who shares every dangerous call with him and somehow makes Buck feel more alive than he ever has.
What would Eddie possibly think?
He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to face him again. God, he doesn’t even know if he’s going to survive this.
And yet, Eddie’s been nothing short of composed, acting like he’s not aware of every tiny shift in Buck’s behavior. They’re always together, practically glued at the hip, but today, Buck’s staying a good three feet away—well, he tries to, at least. Three feet. It’s ridiculous. Even the rest of the crew has noticed. Chim’s shooting him weird looks, Hen keeps raising her eyebrows every time they’re in the same room, and Bobby’s made a pointed comment about “keeping communication clear.”
But Buck just can’t do it. He can’t make eye contact, can’t even manage more than a few words strung together whenever Eddie’s near. He’s barely managed three words since breakfast, and every second around Eddie is like standing in front of an open flame. The firehouse is too small—there’s no avoiding him. They’re bound to run into each other, sooner or later.
And unfortunately, fate decides that time is now.
After their last call, Buck changes his clothes at the speed of light, trying to get out of the locker room before Eddie shows up. But, of course, the universe has other plans. Because as soon as Buck slams his locker shut and turns to leave, Eddie is right there—blocking his path.
“Buck,” Eddie says, voice low, steady, almost… gentle. “You got a second?”
“Uh, actually, I got things to do,” Buck blurts, his voice a rushed tumble of panic. He gestures wildly, grasping at any excuse. “Real urgent things, so I’m just gonna—”
“It won’t take long.” Eddie steps closer, casually pinning Buck between his body and the row of lockers. Buck’s heart does a weird stutter, hammering against his ribcage as Eddie traps him there. “Just a few words.”
“’K…” Buck swallows hard, his brain short-circuiting.
Eddie tilts his head, expression softening. “Hey, it’s alright, Buck.”
And just like that, Buck’s ability to think goes flying out the window.
“So, you were checking me out,” Eddie says calmly, watching Buck’s face with intense focus. “It’s no big deal.” He reaches out, squeezing Buck’s shoulder gently. The touch is supposed to be comforting, but Buck can only focus on the warmth of Eddie’s palm through his shirt. “I’m not offended. More like… flattered.”
Flattered. Flattered.
Buck stares, speechless, trying to process. Did Eddie Diaz just give him permission to eye-fuck him?
“Hello? You there?” Eddie’s voice is teasing, pulling Buck out of his daze.
“Um… yeah, I’m alright,” Buck stammers, cheeks flaming.
Eddie chuckles softly. “Anyway, just… keep that kind of attention outside of work, yeah?” His grin is playful, mischievous. “Because, you know, you might get caught.”
Buck’s mind goes completely blank. Does that mean… he can check out his best friend all he wants—outside of work? For a solid five seconds, Buck forgets how to breathe.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry!” Chimney bursts into the locker room, eyes wide as saucers, catching the tail end of the very intimate moment. He freezes for a split second, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. And then he bolts, practically stumbling over his own feet in his haste to get out. “I—uh—yeah, sorry! I’ll—uh—just—um—go!” he babbles, slamming the door behind him as he flees.
Eddie blinks, then laughs softly under his breath, shaking his head.
“Anyway,” he says, turning away to grab his bag. He slings it over his shoulder, then glances back at Buck with a look that’s too knowing, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a grin. “Goodnight, Buck.”
And just like that, he bends slightly, arching his back, his movement highlighting the curve of his very nice ass as he adjusts the bag on his shoulder. He glances over his shoulder, eyes twinkling with playful amusement. “Oops.”
And then he’s gone, leaving Buck alone in the locker room, staring after him with a look of absolute shock.
Buck’s brain scrambles frantically. His entire body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending sparking with the memory of Eddie’s closeness, his words, his touch. And one burning question suddenly rises to the surface, crowding out everything else:
Am I allowed to masturbate in the locker room?
Buck doesn’t know his truck could run this fast, but now he does. He’s playing fast and furious on the highways of LA, blowing through two yellow lights and skirting the edge of a red one. He knows—he fucking knows—and still, he wants to go faster. Never in his life has he felt this desperate, like if he doesn’t get off soon, his balls might explode from pent-up frustration.
His mind is flooded with images of Eddie, each one more intoxicating than the last. Those thick, brown locks fall perfectly over Eddie’s forehead, and his deep, brown cow eyes pierce through Buck like arrows, igniting a fire deep within him. Buck imagines those perfectly sculpted features, the way Eddie’s nose crinkles when he laughs, and those sinful, kissable lips—how he longs to dive in and savor the taste of him, imagining the heat radiating from their bodies as they explore each other.
And then there’s Eddie’s chest, Buck fantasizes about sinking his teeth into that neck until Eddie screams, ripping off that stupid shirt that covers such perfection. A body like that shouldn’t be concealed by anything, and he can almost hear the steady thump of Eddie’s heartbeat, quickening with desire as Buck circles those gorgeous pecs. Buck’s pulse races in time with the thoughts swirling in his head, and he hasn’t even dared to consider what’s below the waist yet. “Focus, Buck!” he shouts to himself, tearing his eyes away from his mental porno long enough to swerve around a parked car. How is this supposed to be safe driving?!
“Eddie, you evil, merciless Satan, what have you done to me?” he mutters through gritted teeth, gripping the steering wheel so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t snap in half. He can practically see Eddie in his mind, looking all innocent and infuriating, like he’s got no idea what he’s doing to Buck. Oh, but Buck knows. He’s the one being tortured by that stupidly hot, infuriatingly sexy face—and the rest of him too.
Finally, bursting through his apartment door like a man possessed, Buck’s tearing off his clothes before he’s even made it to his bedroom. “Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” he chants, yanking his pants down like they’ve personally offended him. His phone’s almost shaking in his hands as he unlocks it, frantically scrolling to his special bookmarks.
There it is: a video featuring a Latino actor who could practically be Eddie’s doppelgänger. Same hair, same ridiculous jawline, same delicately strong wrist… and the same—holy shit, same everything. The guy’s packing heat, big and uncut, and the sight makes Buck’s whole body jolt like a live wire.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his hand wrapping around his own throbbing cock, matching the rhythm of the actor pounding into his co-star like there’s no tomorrow. His whole body’s buzzing now, thoughts spiraling—he can see Eddie in every damn second of the video, can practically feel those hips grinding against him. It’s too much.
The idea of being filled by Eddie pushes Buck closer to the edge. He reaches down, rubbing around his rim, picturing Eddie’s hands doing it instead, teasing and coaxing him toward ecstasy. Buck can feel the orgasm creeping up, begging for release, but he doesn’t want to come just yet. He wants this to last, even if it’s a torturous hell.
So he discards his phone, pressing his hand against his leaking dick and gaping rim, surrendering to the sensation as he devotes himself to the floating pleasure. But even with his eyes closed, he can see them together: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backward, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, against the window, against the door.
Buck’s brain shrieks, but his body’s loving every second of this mental porn. He’s a mess, knees wobbling, hips jerking like a goddamn teenager, whining Eddie’s name like a prayer as his hands move faster and faster below his waist. His hips wobble involuntarily, twitching in a way that makes him wonder what Eddie’s face would look like if he saw him like this. Would Eddie be excited and aroused, too? Would he call him his baby boy, shoving that big fucking dick down his throat as a reward for being such a good boy and coming so hard Buck’s choking on it?
And suddenly, without question, Eddie becomes Buck's biggest kink.
The thought makes Buck’s back arch violently, his eyes squeezing shut. He’s so close he can taste it. With one last, desperate stroke, he feels the tightness coiling within him snap, sending shockwaves of ecstasy surging through his veins.
The orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, every muscle tensing, his body shaking so hard he almost rolls off the bed. “Oh fuck, Eddie!” he gasps, the force of it leaving him boneless, limbs trembling as his release spills everywhere. God, he’s a wreck—a pathetic wreck, lying there panting, staring at the mess he’s made.
God, he’s a wreck—a pathetic wreck, lying there panting, staring at the mess he’s made. He has no doubt that he is going to spend every night alone in his apartment fantasizing about Eddie and masturbating like there is no tomorrow like a raging teenager.
After tossing his soiled sheets into the basket, he heads for the shower, seeking to wash away not just the filth on his body but also the chaos in his mind. As the steam envelops him, the hot water cascades over his heated skin, his thoughts spiraling into questions.
“Oh my God,” Buck breathes, scrubbing at his hair furiously. “This is so bad.”
What are his feelings toward Eddie? Is it like a crush or something, or is it just a normal reaction for a bisexual man when he finds himself drawn to a hot dude? He doesn’t know the answer, he has just been bi for a few months, how is he supposed to know the answer? Not to mention it is his best friend, his best mate, the one that he can, without a doubt, entrust his life with. The one that always supports him no matter what, the one that he wants to spend all his quality time with, the one that is always on his goddamn mind.
And suddenly, without question, Eddie becomes the love of Buck's life.
How come he was never aware of that? Oh, right, he was straight before, like a few months before. Now that he’s thinking about it, they’d been flirting for years, like seriously flirting, though every time they would say they were just friends, the lies only worked for themselves, now that he is aware of how stupid they were.
No wonder the whole crew is always looking at them like they are already an item, Bobby especially, always looking at them so endearing like a father looking at his son and son-in-law. And Chim and Hen always made fun of them for being lovey-dovely to each other, they just laughed it off, every time, even the time they almost kissed when they were drunk at Chim Bachler's party, they would call it bromance and laughed it off pretend it never happened. Oh my God, it is why Eddie says it is okay to check him out at the locker room, laughing it off again. Of course, he would take that so peacefully, what’s a little harmless bromance would hurt right?
But now Buck understands—it was more than just harmless bromance. Eddie had always known, and Buck had been too blind to see it. And the realization hits him like a wave. The realization crashes over him like a wave, mixing fever, regret, and a fit of simmering anger in his heart.
“Bromance, huh?” Buck growls, his hands wrapping around his solid, swollen dick, fueled by rage. “See how you take that, BRO.” He gnashes the last word, the bitterness sharp on his tongue.
You want bromance, Diaz? then I will give you bromance. Griping your best friend’s head and sticking your tongue down his throat? Bromance! Griding on your best friend's bulge with your own throbbing dick? Bromance! Licking on those nipples on your best friend’s pecs till he begs for more in fever? Bromance! Have your best friend to sit on your face so he can eat that juicy ass out? Bromance! Stretching out your best friend’s hole with your massive arching rock-hard dick and drilling him good till he’s coming untouched and begging for mercy? BROMANCE! Bro-fucking-mance!
“Fuck, Eddie!” Buck breathes, and the climax hits him again like a tidal wave as the imagination goes viral and vivid, choking him with unstoppable pleasure, ending with electrifying shivers down his spine and his brain. He crumbles to the bathroom floor, gasping for air, struggling to hold onto his sanity as his heart races. Once more, he finds release, his body shuddering with the force of it, the euphoria of imagining Eddie already overwhelming him.
In the aftermath, his thoughts swirl like a storm, his mind numb yet electrified with desire. One thing becomes painfully clear: he’s going to make all of this happen. He wants every part of Eddie and craves it with an urgency he can't ignore. A plan begins to form in the chaos, a cunning way to lure his best friend into his arms and his bed.
“I’ma make you mine, Edmundo Diaz. Every. Last. Part.” he thinks, a smirk creeping onto his face, excitement bubbling beneath the surface. The realization fills him with a new purpose; this isn’t just fantasy anymore—it’s the start of something real.