The TV cast a soft glow across the living room as Buck and Eddie were finishing the movie from their weekly movie night. Christopher had made it about halfway through before drifting off to sleep, Eddie taking him up to bed.
Eddie sat on the couch, his socked feet propped up on the coffee table. Buck lounged on the floor, his head resting against the edge of the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV. They had chosen a comedy, something light-hearted to unwind after an intense shift at the firehouse.
As the movie played on, Eddie shifted slightly, feeling the strain in his feet from hours spent on his feet during the day. He glanced down at Buck, who seemed invested in the movie, a small smile playing on his lips.
Eddie couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the man. He admired the way Buck's white t-shirt hugged his toned shoulders perfectly, accentuating his muscular frame. He wanted to touch those muscles so bad. His fingers itched with the desire to feel the strength beneath Buck's skin, to trace the contours and explore every inch of his body.
Without a word, Eddie kicked his feet off the coffee table and put them on each side of Buck. He slowly reached down and began to massage Buck's shoulders, his fingers working out the tension he found there.
Buck let out a contented sigh, leaning into Eddie's touch. "That feels amazing," he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed.
Eddie repeated the motions over and over, feeling Buck melt beneath each stroke of his hands. It was nice, Eddie felt comfortable. That was until Buck let out a soft moan. Not a sigh, a MOAN.
Eddie's breath caught in his throat at the sound, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound sent a jolt of electricity sending through him, and he felt the blood in his body rush down to his pants. Oh god, he couldn't do this. He couldn't have Buck see him like this, knowing he was getting turned on by the sounds Buck was making.
Embarrassed by his reaction, Eddie quickly withdrew his hands, pulling away from Buck. "I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing crimson in the dim light of the room.
Buck opened his eyes, confusion clouding his features as he turned around to look up at Eddie. "What's wrong?"
Eddie hesitated, unsure of how to explain the sudden rush of emotions coursing through him. "I shouldn't have done that," he finally said, his gaze falling to the floor.
Buck could hear the breathlessness in his voice and couldn't help but be confused. But as he glanced up and caught sight of Eddie's flustered expression, his confusion melted into understanding. He noticed Eddie shifting uncomfortably, a flush creeping up his neck, and then his eyes flickered downward, catching the bulge in Eddie's pants.
Buck's smirked, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he decided to have a little fun with Eddie. "Oh, I see," he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Is someone feeling a bit... excited?"
Eddie's cheeks flushed even deeper at Buck's teasing, his embarrassment reaching new heights. He stammered, trying to find a coherent response, but the words seemed to elude him.
Buck chuckled softly, enjoying the flustered reaction he was eliciting from Eddie. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against Eddie's ear as he spoke in a low, teasing tone. "You know, Eddie," he whispered. " There's no need to be shy about it. We're both adults here."
Buck's hand grazed over Eddie's crotch, his fingers barely touching him, as he moved to straddle Eddie's lap. Eddie groaned, Buck was driving him mad absolutely mad right now. His breath hitched in his throat, sending a shiver down his spine. But instead of melting into the sensation, he reacted with unexpected intensity. Gripping Buck's wrist tightly, he turned to look him in the eyes, his gaze intense and dark, silently asserting his control.
