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Eddie knows Buck well enough to know the Incident, as he has dubbed it, was going to be a Thing. Eddie has reassured him a million times over that it was okay. And he isn't just saying that to spare Buck's feelings. It was hot how easily Buck fell apart for him, how overwhelmed he got when he was inside him. Eddie's got a taste of what it would have been like to be fucked and now he can't stop thinking about it.
They're on shift right now so Eddie can't do anything about it. At least, not yet.
It's a qu—not busy shift. The chores are all done and really, what can happen at 12 pm on a Monday? The team is up in the loft. Hen and Chimney's bargaining of Bobby's rations floats through the air. Instead of joining them, Eddie slips away to the bunkroom. He finds Buck lounging around in the bunkroom, leg propped up and scrolling through his phone. His eyes light up when he catches sight of Eddie.
Eddie's still getting used to knowing what that means.
"Eddie! What's up, man? Cap needs us?"
Eddie shakes his head and gestures for Buck to scoot over. He catches a glimpse of Buck's phone as he settles down next to him. They're pressed up deliciously against each other. "How to prevent premature ejaculation?"
"Hey!" Buck cries when Eddie snatches the phone out of his hand.
"We are not using condoms," Eddie says. He drops his voice. "I like you dripping out of me."
Buck thunks his head back. "Fuck." Eddie hums, dropping the phone to the side and slipping a hand into Buck's pants. "We're going to get caught."
"Good," Eddie whispers. "Do you remember what's on the list for today?"
"Sexual—ah, fuck—fantasies. Sexual fantasies." Buck whimpers as Eddie tortures the head of his cock.
Eddie leans in. "You want to hear some of mine?"
Buck frantically nods.
"I want someone to walk in and watch how you fall apart for me." Buck whimpers. "You do it so easy."
Buck gasps. "I'm sorry."
Eddie tightens his grip. "Don't apologize, baby. I know you can't help it." He slows his strokes. "So hot how easy you are for me. Bet I don't have to touch you at all to make you come."
"No."
Eddie starts to stroke him faster. His movement's restricted by Buck's pants but Eddie doesn't want to stop to take them off. He wants Buck to ruin his pants. "Everyone's gonna know what we did in here the minute you walk out with a stain on your pants. They'll know you can't help yourself."
Buck moans, a laugh caught in it. "Me? You're the one that came in here and—oh, like that, fuck—came in here and stuck his hand down my pants."
"Are you complaining?"
"I'm not going to complain about—fucking shit. Eddie!"
Eddie slaps a hand over Buck's mouth as his hand speeds up impossibly fast, still confined in Buck's pants. "You have to be quiet, baby. Can't have someone walk in or else we're going to get fired. Now don't you want to hear about the rest?"
"What if after you come, I'll let you sit there while I fuck myself with a dildo?" They don't have a dildo yet. Amazon says it can get them one in less than three days. "I can use your cum to slick the way. Would you like that? I would."
"You're a—ah, a tease," Buck chokes out from behind Eddie's hand.
"Are you going to come?" Eddie digs his thumb into the slit of Buck's cock with every shallow stroke. "C'mon, come over my hand."
Buck slaps his own hand over Eddie's. His hips spasm, writhing against the bed as cum spurts over Eddie's hand. "Fuck!" Buck cries as Eddie lets him go. "What the fuck?"
Eddie gives him a cheeky grin. "I told you, it's hot."