training wheels. // evan 'buck' buckley

xxiii. talk is overrated (m.)

tw:
explicit content ahead!
complete filth. pure smut. minors dni

the heat of our argument mixed with the undeniable pull between us. we were so close, and i could feel my control slipping, my defenses crumbling in the face of buck's intensity. the charged air around them buzzed with tension - both of us caught between anger and something more magnetic.

"stop pretending, charlie," buck said, his voice rough, his gaze locking onto mine. "we're not just friends, and you know it."

my retort faded as buck leaned in, his forehead brushing lightly against mine. my heart raced as every nerve in my body screamed at the proximity. the anger and frustration were still there, but they blurred into something new.

"buck..." i whispered, my hands pressed against his chest, but without any force to push him away.

in a split second, everything shifted. buck closed the distance, and our lips met in a heated, impulsive kiss. it wasn't soft or hesitant - it was fierce, driven by all the emotions we'd been bottling up. my hands gripped his shirt, kissing him back with the same urgency, all thoughts of resistance melting away.

the intensity consumed us both as buck's hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer. everything that had been unspoken between us was now laid bare, expressed in the fevered connection of the moment.

as our lips moved together, my hands instinctively found their way to buck's shoulders, pulling him closer. the kiss deepened, our tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that had been building for far too long.

buck's hands roamed over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. he pressed me against the wall, his body pinning me in place as he continued to devour my mouth.

the argument that had been brewing between us was momentarily forgotten as we gave in to our desires. the tension that had been building for weeks finally snapped, and we were consumed by a raw and primal need for each other.

my hands tangled in buck's hair, pulling him even closer as i surrendered to the passion that was taking over. i could feel his heart racing against mine, our bodies pressed tightly together as we lost ourselves in the moment.

as our kisses grew more heated, buck's hands began to wander lower, tracing the curve of my hips and thighs. he broke away from my lips, his mouth trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles in its wake.

i breathed out softly, my head falling back against the wall as i surrendered to the sensations coursing through my body. buck's touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me with every caress.

he pressed his body my mine. i could feel the heat radiating off him, and it only fueled her own desire.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," buck muttered against my ear, his voice low and husky with need.

"i know," i gasped, my fingers digging into buck's shoulders as he continued to explore my body with his mouth. "i've wanted you too, but we can't... we shouldn't..."

my words trailed off as buck's hands slid under my shirt, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my stomach. "we shouldn't what?" he asked, his breath hot against my neck. "because i don't think i can stop now."

my resolve was crumbling fast, and i knew that i was powerless to resist him. i arched my back, pressing myself closer to him as his hands roamed higher.

"buck..." i breathed, my voice laced with desire. "we need to talk about this."

buck's eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "talk is overrated," he whispered, his hands moving to grip my hips possessively. "i'd much rather be doing this."