You drew stars around my scars

4

I laid back in the bunk room, knowing that Buck was in the showers, doing more unholy things to himself. God. How badly I wanted him. Yeah maybe I'm just not straight for Buck. If I was being completely blunt, I didn't really know much about gay sex. Like, I feel love when I was around him, the same way I was with Shannon, and obviously I'm a bit attracted to him. I just have never thought of another man like this, that's why I don't think I'm gay. No, I know I'm not gay. But the thought of actually being intimate with Buck, that made my stomach flip, like as if he was my first high school girlfriend. He was so different. A moment later I felt my phone buzz in my hand, my lock screen illuminating my face.

*Buckly*
-one new video.

I saw the preview screen of that video. It made all my blood flow down, I turned down my volume all the way, tilting myself away from the others in the bunk room. Then allowing myself to click on the text.

God it was gorgeous. I haven't even touched that man yet and, still, I'm so incredibly attracted. He was in that shower room, right next to us, getting himself off. If only I could be the one doing that.

'Save some for tomorrow'
I quickly text back. Gleaming because I remembered that Buck had left his Jeep at the mechanic before this 24 hour shift.

He was all mine tomorrow.

Luckily we got through most of our night with our too much trouble. One late night call about 1 am, house fire but no one was inside. The owners were out of town and the radiator sparked a fire. The neighbors called it in. We were able to save a lot of that house. Then we got through the rest of the night without a call, until right before we were shift switching. A guy had a heart attack downtown at a restaurant. Nothing major with him but we stabilized everything and transported him to the hospital.

We reached back at the station around 9:35 am.
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I had Buck pinned against my wall at 10:02 am.

   "Diaz," he groaned into my ear as he lifted my shirt off over my head.

  I happily helped, glancing in between his eyes and his lips. I wanted to kiss them. But that felt too far. That's romantic. I could tease him, joke about sex, dry hump him. Even hand jobs straight men do... but a kiss. I ignored my worries and thoughts.

  "I know you want me to fuck you. Moaning my name like that, pleasuring yourself to the thought of me. Sexy." I almost growled at him.

Fuck it. I leaned in and began sucking on the crook of his neck. I stopped for half a second.

     "Hold on" I said

   Buck pouted back already having half his pants off.

   "I just wanted to say, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, and if you want to stop, or slow down or anything, hell I don't even know what I'm doing. Fuck I just admitted to myself that I'm maybe not fully straight like a day ago. I just know that I want-" I started rambling off to him.

Buck cut me off by pushing his beautiful, plump lips into mine, I sunk like a damn paperweight.

   "Fuck me, Eddie" he demanded after breaking apart.

I look into his blue eyes and nod slowly. Holy shit I just kissed my best friend. What the hell do I do now. I can't panic, not now. I can freak out about that later. God his lips are addictive. I take a breath and continue to help us both strip down. Once both of us were fully naked I took a moment to take in this beautiful sight, thinking Buck was doing the same. His chest, I've seen it so many times but now it's even more beautiful. His v line down to his package. It's intoxicating I swear.