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[surprise] sneaking up behind and putting their hands over their eyes

(explicit under the cut)

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It’s been a good day.

Buck hadn’t had a lot of great birthdays growing up. Maddie always tried her best, of course, and he has plenty of fond memories of the two of them sneaking cake in the middle of the night. And his parents — well they weren’t complete monsters. They never forgot a birthday, always gave him whatever gifts he asked for, though even as a child it felt off. Like he was being bought, somehow.

Then he left home, and most of his birthdays were spent on the road or in an unfamiliar place, passing mostly unnoticed. It wasn’t until the 118, until he finally found where he belonged, that his birthdays became something special. Something to look forward to instead of something to shrug off as just another day.

This one’s pretty low-key. He’s turning thirty-four, too old to get wasted in a club without consequences, so he’d opted for a night of board games and drinking and cake with his favorite people. Karen’s the board game nerd among them, and she brings several options for them. Hen provides the cake, Bobby the rest of the food. Eddie brings the beer (Buck’s favorite, which can only be found in an annoying hipster liquor store halfway across town) and a genuine smile, one of the few Buck’s seen since Chris left. The absence of his favorite kid is the only downside of the night.

It’s winding down now, plates and cups gathered and piled in a heap in his kitchen by Maddie and Eddie, and people are starting to filter out with final hugs and cheek kisses that make him feel all warm and gooey inside.

Eddie’s the last to leave, and he does so with a parting hug that lingers longer than usual, and a whispered, “Happy birthday bud,” in his ear. Buck watches him leave with a smile that feels too big for his face, door closing behind him with a click.

He turns and surveys the mess with a sigh. He should’ve agreed to let Maddie or Hen host when they offered, but it had been so long since he’d had anyone but Eddie or Tommy over, and all he really wanted for his birthday was to have his family in his place, to let their laughter and warmth fill the dark, lonely corners of the loft.

He could leave the mess for tomorrow — Maddie instructed him to do as much, promising to stop by in the morning to help him clean up, but Tommy’s due to show up any minute. His phone has no new messages, but it’s getting close to the time he said he’d stop by, so Buck bravely starts in on the dishes.

Music is still playing softly from his bluetooth speaker, and he hums under his breath as he dunks various plates and bowls into the sink of hot, soapy water before pulling on his dishwashing gloves. He’s kind of lost in his own world, mindlessly scrubbing and singing, so he doesn’t hear the door creak open behind him.

Hands cover his eyes, a warm body settling in a long line along his back, and he startles and drops the sponge.

“Jesus,” Buck exclaims, and he feels a puff of laughter on the back of his neck.

He peels off the dishwashing gloves and pries the hands off his face, then tugs them down to wrap around his waist. There’s a quiet gasp behind him and Buck chuckles. “Trying to kill me on my birthday baby?”

The arms around him tighten, fingers spasming a bit over his navel. Buck covers them with his own, glances down, and frowns.

Those don’t look like Tommy’s hands.

“Umm,” says a voice that is decidedly not Tommy’s.

Buck freezes, hands clenching over what he now recognizes as Eddie’s hands.

“Eddie?” Buck asks, and tries not to shiver at the feel of Eddie’s warm breath on his neck. He feels Eddie’s forehead fall heavily onto his shoulder.

“Well this is embarrassing,” Eddie murmurs, and it draws a shaky laugh out of Buck.

"What are you doing here? Thought you were going home?"

To his surprise, Eddie doesn't immediately pull away. He stays there, head pressed against Buck's scapula, and speaks into Buck's sweater. "I made it to the car, but I had this sneaking suspicion you were going to try and clean up after your own party," Eddie says, and Buck laughs again.

"Guilty," Buck admits. "Only cause Tommy's coming over though, so."

Eddie goes slightly rigid again, and Buck — well he doesn't like that. And he really doesn't want Eddie to pull away, and he really doesn't want to examine why. Eddie's warmth feels nice, and even though he has Tommy, it's been awhile since anyone's just held him like this. And if he had to guess, it’s been awhile for Eddie too, considering he still hasn’t released him.

"He's late though," Buck adds, squeezing Eddie gently around the wrists, and hopes that conveys everything getting clogged up in his throat.

It must, to some extent. Eddie lifts his head and rests his chin on Buck's shoulder, turns his head slightly into Buck's neck. He can feel his mustache tickle his skin. "Prick."

Buck laughs, and leans subtly into him. "Thought you liked Tommy."

"He's fine," Eddie responds, a bit curt. "Could've made a better effort for your birthday, though."

"We’ve only been dating a few months, Eddie—"

"Don't defend him," Eddie interrupts. "It's my right as your best friend to call your boyfriend a prick when he deserves it."

Buck holds his hands up in surrender, and feels Eddie's tighten ever so slightly around his waist. And it feels — dangerous. Everything about Eddie feels dangerous these days. The way he's pretending to hold it together, though Buck knows going home to an empty house every night is ripping him apart. The way Buck catches him looking at him sometimes, the way he doesn’t look away when Buck meets his gaze. It’s all — heat and raw with something unnamed, something that makes his stomach clench, his heart pound. He doesn't have a word for it, but he feels it. And right now, with Eddie’s hands on him, his breath close to his ear, it's dialed up to eleven.

"If you say so," Buck says quietly, and moves to resume his dishes.

Eddie slaps gently at his hand. "Stop that."

"What, we just gonna stand here and spoon all night then?" Buck asks, something slightly hysterical bubbling up in his voice at the end.

There’s a pause, then Eddie asks, "You want me to move?" in a low voice, pressed directly against Buck's neck, and this time he can't suppress the shiver.

Buck swallows and says, "No," before he can think better of it.

Eddie hums, chin digging into Buck's shoulder before he practically nuzzles into the space between Buck's neck and collarbone. Buck holds his breath, that dangerous energy as palpable as Eddie's hands moving over his abdomen as he settles more comfortably against Buck's back. Eddie's mustache grazes his skin, makes him bite back an embarrassing sound.

"Your sweater's soft," Eddie mutters, breaking the spell a bit.

"Cashmere," Buck answers, and Eddie snorts.

"Fancy pants."

"It was a gift," he lies. He doesn't need to get into his spending habits right now.

"Mmhmm," Eddie murmurs, like he doesn't believe him. Eddie inhales. "You smell nice."

And that's — what the fuck is happening here?

"T-that, uh. It's the cologne Hen got me," he stutters, not a lie this time. "I tried some on after I opened it."

Eddie's hands move again, thumbs sweeping in unconscious little half circles. The movement pulls his hands a little lower at the same moment he feels Eddie's nose drag softly beneath his jaw, and he burns, an ember fit to burst into flame.

"Don't tell her I told you, but I picked it out."

"You—really? Why didn't you give it to me then?" Buck asks. He doesn’t actually care, but he’s desperate to distract his body from the way it wants to react to the way Eddie’s touching him.

He feels Eddie shrug. "Don't know. A book felt safer."

"Safer," Buck repeats weakly. He feels like he's been dropped into an alternate dimension, grips the edge of the sink to make sure it's real.

He can’t be sure, considering how hot his own skin feels, but it’s almost as if he can feel Eddie’s cheek heat up where it’s pressed to his neck. "Yeah. Cologne felt too intimate."

Buck can't help but laugh. "More intimate than this?"

Eddie stills, but doesn't pull away. Buck thinks he might die when he does, heart hammering so hard Eddie must be able to feel it in his own chest. Eddie's head tilts down, ear catching against Buck's, and his fingers dig into the swell of Buck's stomach.

"You're hard," Eddie observes, and nope, nevermind. Buck's going to die right here and now.

"I-I'm sorry," Buck sputters, blinking hard at the ceiling. "Shit, Eddie, just—ignore me, it's just—it's not—we can—"

"Buck, hey," Eddie says, holding fast when Buck tries to wriggle away. He has nowhere to go, trapped between Eddie and the sink, and the thought of that just makes him flush hotter. Eddie pushes his hips into Buck's back, and — oh.

"See?" Eddie says, voice close to his ear. Eddie's lips graze his lobe. "Me too."

"Eddie," Buck says, voice reedy and thin.

Slowly, so slow Buck could easily stop him, Eddie's hand drifts lower, lower. His fingers just barely graze Buck's bulge, and he gasps, hips stuttering forward of their own accord.

"Tell me to stop," Eddie says, and if he had any of his mental faculties right now, he'd laugh in his face.

"Please," he begs instead, and then Eddie's hand is pressing against him, squeezing gently, and Buck is lost, voice breaking on a soft moan.

Eddie lets him rut against his hand mindlessly for a minute before taking it away to unbutton Buck's jeans.

"Wait," Buck says, and Eddie stops immediately. "I—Tommy, he's—he could, the door."

It says something about him that his concern is not the fact that he's dating someone else, someone whose hand was not just on his dick. But it's Eddie's hand, crucially, and he's so far from caring it's laughable.

"I locked the door," Eddie assures him. "You were too busy singing Britney Spears to notice."

"Oh."

“Does he have a key?”

Buck flushes. “No, only—only you.”

Eddie’s head thunks against his shoulder again. "Can I—"

"Yeah, yes, Eddie—"

Eddie gets his pants open in record time, and he wastes no time dipping beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapping his hand around Buck's cock.

"Fuck," Buck swears, hanging his head to watch, and the sight of Eddie's hand on him even beneath his clothes drags a moan out of his throat. It’s a little dry, but he splurts precome the moment Eddie touches him, which Eddie takes care to spread down the length of his cock and make Buck shudder.

"Feel good?" Eddie asks, pressing a half-kiss to the back of Buck's neck.

Buck tilts his head back against Eddie's shoulder, and groans when Eddie bites at the bolt of his jaw, then soothes over it with his lips and tongue all while jerking Buck off with an expertise that Buck would question if he weren't currently trying not to come too soon.

"Me too," Eddie says, answering his own question, breath hot on Buck's neck, and he whimpers. "Wanted to do this all night."

"Y-you did?" Buck asks, breathy in a way he should maybe be embarrassed about.

"Yeah," Eddie admits, softer now, and lays a kiss to Buck's jaw, so gentle Buck aches. His hand slows, and into the dip of Buck's thundering pulse Eddie whispers, "Wanted to for awhile."

"Why—you didn't say, Eddie."

"How could I?" Eddie says. "I blew my whole fucking life up, I couldn't do that to you."

And even through the roaring in his ears Buck can hear the vulnerability laced in it. He wants to kiss him, wrap him up in his arms, keep him forever.

“You—ah, fuck—you could do a-anything to me. Eddie—”

"Not to mention, you had a boyfriend," Eddie continues as though Buck hadn’t spoken, hand speeding up again, bringing Buck right back to the edge with a few twists of his hand, thumbing at his slit every other stroke. Buck whines and reaches blindly for Eddie, one hand landing in his hair, the other finding his free hand. Eddie laces their fingers together and licks a stripe up Buck's neck, sucking a mark just below his ear.

"H-had?" Buck manages, and he wishes he could see his face. He tries to turn but Eddie's still nosing along his throat, kissing and nibbling whatever bit of Buck’s skin he fancies. Eddie's hand stills, and Buck writes in his grip.

"Had," Eddie confirms, low in his ear. He disentangles their hands and snakes it beneath Buck's sweater, surely ruined with sweat now, and trails his hand across Buck's feverish skin. "Asshole missed your party, then couldn't be bothered to show up and make you feel good. Think that's worthy of a breakup, don't you?"

"He—he doesn't," Buck says, voice breaking on a moan when Eddie encourages Buck to fuck his fist, fingers digging hard into Buck’s bare hip.

"Doesn't what?"

"Make me feel good. N-not like this."

Eddie groans, hand speeding up. "That's right. Come on sweetheart, want you to come."

"You too," Buck breathes, and reaches around for Eddie's hip, encouraging him to rut against Buck's ass. "Please, Eddie, want it."

Eddie falters for the first time since this started, hips stuttering against him. "Fuck," Eddie gasps, breathing hard against Buck's collarbone. "Buck."

And it's that, his name reverent on Eddie's lips, that tips him over the edge. He comes, head falling heavy on Eddie's shoulder again, and feels Eddie grind hard into him, bitten off noises smothered in Buck's neck as he follows him over the edge.

It's silent but for their heavy breaths, the playlist Buck had going having stopped at some point since Eddie touched him. Eddie releases his spent cock gently, wiping the mess on the inside of Buck's ruined boxers before cradling Buck to him again, nuzzling back against Buck’s sweaty curls and gently caressing his stomach beneath his sweater.

"Well. Happy birthday," Eddie says, breaking the silence, and Buck snorts. Eddie giggles with him and then they're both curling over the sink, shaking with laughter.

"Uh, thanks," Buck says when they've calmed down. "Best gift anyone's ever given me."

Eddie laughs, but it comes out a little forced. Buck can feel the tension bleeding from him, though he holds Buck as sweetly as before.

"I'm sorry," Eddie says.

"Eddie—"

"I love you."

Buck goes still, heat coursing through every vein, heartrate swiftly climbing back to where it was a few moments ago. He feels a smile split his face, but before he can do much more than grin stupidly at the sink, Eddie speaks again.

"I love you, and I didn't—I didn't want to do this this way. I had a whole—” Buck feels his head shake. “It doesn't matter. The point is, I did this all wrong, I'm sorry Buck."

Buck sighs. "Okay. Let go of me, c'mere."

Eddie dutifully releases him, and Buck spins in his arms, tugging him close by the hips when he tries to step away. Eddie is flushed, eyes still dark from arousal, mustache wet with his own spit, shirt collar mussed and crooked. There's a pinch to his eyebrows that Buck's seen far too many times, especially in the last few months, and he's the most beautiful thing Buck's ever seen. He opens his mouth like he's going to speak again, but before he can get a word out, Buck kisses him.

Eddie kisses with his whole body, cradling Buck's jaw with one hand, the other fisted in his collar. He tastes like birthday cake and cinnamon and coffee, and when Buck teases his tongue along his bottom lip he opens his mouth with a sound Buck wants to devour.

"Buck," Eddie says softly when they part, smiling into another kiss, soft and chaste. Butterflies erupt in his stomach, chest all soupy and warm.

"I love you," Buck tells him, and watches Eddie's face turn soft at the admission. "I pretended I didn’t, but I think I—I wanted you the whole time."

Eddie traces Buck’s cheeks and jaw with his thumb. "You've got me," Eddie promises, and kisses him again.

Buck's phone buzzing on the counter breaks them apart, and Buck watches with no small amount of satisfaction as Eddie reacts to the name at the top of the screen. Buck silences the call and wraps his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Stay?" he asks, and Eddie nods, leaning his forehead against Buck's. "Maybe in the morning, we can Facetime Chris?"

Eddie smiles, and tucks his face back in Buck's neck, mouth pressed to the mark he left earlier. Buck shivers and kisses Eddie's collarbone, lets his head rest there for a long time.

It's the best birthday he's ever had.

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prompts xo

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