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spotsandsocks · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday Good Knight Sweet Prince update

Chapter 17 (9k)

This is the chapter with ONLY ONE BED 😉 and as I’ve included that bit under the cut I’m counting this as wip Wednesday too so thanks for tags @buddierights and @heartbeatdiaz @alyxmastershipper

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for those not reading this who like some sexy oh no there’s only one bed shenanigans here is that scene under cut. Context- Buck’s a prince, Eddie’s a knight/captain of the guard they’re in love and can’t be together because Buck has to marry a princess. Sexual tension abounds and they’re resisting as best they can. They’re on a road trip and stop at an inn. A teeny snippet to tempt you to look and the rest is under the cut …

He wonders if the other man is awake too.

He gets the answer to his question when a voice whispers, “You asleep?”

His own answer is just as quiet.

“Yes. I think I’m dreaming.”

Eventually full and sleepy it’s time for bed but he doesn’t want to leave Eddie’s side, by the time he’s stiffles his third yawn Eddie leans back and says in a warm tone that makes him feel seen, cared for, “Go to bed, you're tired. I’m gonna go check the horses then go to my room, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He nods, too tired to argue. He doesn’t move though stays where he is until Eddie left, he’s going any minute now.

‘Scuse me sir.” He looks up at a young woman, with short curly hair and smiles, “Your room is ready when you are. Top of the stairs, second door. Boss said to say sorry again.”

“He frowns up at her, “Sorry? What for?”

“Cos there’s only one room, sir and you gotta share, your friend weren’t much pleased. Boss said,” then she blushes as if realising she may have over shared.

As he processes that bit of information he mumbles a brief reassurance. “No, that’s um fine. It’s no problem. We’re happy to share.” The girl leaves and Buck looks towards the door Eddie left through, he definitely said was going to his own room after he checked the horses, he’s tired but he’s not that tired. He stands with a frown, What’s Eddie up to?

Instead of heading to his room he heads to the stable, where he finds exactly what he expected to find. He’s not impressed.

“And what do you think you're doing?”

Eddie startles from where he’s trying to get comfortable on a pile of hay in the stable their horses are in.

Eddie rolls his eyes and lies back down. “Trying to get to sleep, why aren’t you?”

“Um because my idiot friend is lying in a stable where he’s probably going to freeze to death or get no sleep at because he’s getting too old to sleep on the ground.”

“Hey!” Eddie glares up at him, “I’m not old and I’ve slept in worse places than this.”

There’s no way he’s letting this happen, he wastes no time making that clear, “Well not tonight you’re not.”

Eddie stubborn though he pulls his blanket higher. “No. I’m fine here.”

“No you’re not.”

Eddie doesn’t move. He says, “You know we can’t share.”

He does know. It probably isn’t the best idea at all but he’s quite capable of controlling himself if he needs to.

“Why not?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, just looks up at him through narrowed eyes.

Buck ignores the meaning behind the glare, the unspoken ‘you know why’ of it all and plows on with the oblivious optimism that they can do this.

“It’s fine, you can sleep on the floor indoors if you’re too stubborn to sleep in the bed with me. It’ll be warmer at least.”

Eddie has a stubborn set to his jaw and he hasn’t moved an inch. Buck decides to ignore that.

“Up. Now.” He walk closer and holds out his hand, “You sleep in my room or I sleep out here with you, it’s as simple as that.”

Eddie makes a low annoyed growl of frustration that Buck doesn’t enjoy one bit. He doesn’t. There’s a muttered “Honestly” and then ironically “You’re so stubborn.”

Which is rich coming from a man refusing to move off a stable floor.

“I’m stubborn? I’m not the one trying to sleep in a stable under half a blanket.” Buck wiggles his fingers impatiently, “Up!”

Eddie finally does as he’s told, taking hold of his hand and levering himself up, grumbling the whole time. “You know you’re a nag.”

“Well I wouldn't have to nag if you did the sensible thing in the first place.”

That gets him an eye roll which he counters with a stern look and a tap of his finger against his friend's chest, “Stop wasting time I’m tired. I want to get some sleep.”

Face to face Eddie still looks annoyed but he concedes, grumpily true, but Buck will take it.

“Fine but I’m sleeping on the floor.”

He nods calmly “If you say so.”

“I do.”

Buck walks away to hide his smile, confident now that Eddie will follow him,

“Whatever makes you happy Eddie.”

In his room Buck’s confronted with a bed that’s clearly big enough for two. It’s all very well bullying Eddie into the inn but now confronted with a bed and the warm fire in his room it all feels a little more intimate than he’d expected.

Eddie’s not looking at him and has gone very quiet.

He fills the silence, “Honestly we can share the bed. I don’t mind.

“I’ll be fine on the floor, or look there’s a chair too.” Eddie sits on it and nods, “surprisingly comfortable.”

It’s hard, wooden and comfortable is the last thing you think about when you look at it, “Yeah looks it and you’re just being stubborn.”

“I’m never stubborn.” That's such an outright lie that Buck lets out an involuntary bark of laughter.

Eddie looks sheepish, “I’m not. It’s just.. you know.”

He does, he knows very well. Not much to say about that though so he moves on.

“Fine, be uncomfortable, see if I care.” The tone is blasé but he does care, very much. Too much.

They take off layers of clothes while carefully facing away from each other until Buck slips under the covers of the bed and the only light is from the dying fire.

He calls out, “Night Eddie.”

“Goodnight Buck.”

Buck closes his eyes, the bed is comfortable but he can’t fall asleep. Eddie’s not doing any better either. He’s moved from the chair to the floor and he can hear him moving around restlessly, it's driving him to distraction. Eventually he can’t stand it any longer, he makes a frustrated noise and sits up, the lump on the floor doesn’t look at all comfortable.

“Just get up here please. I want to sleep and you’re annoying me with your wriggling.”

He lies back down and waits, he doesn’t think it’s going to happen but then the bed dips as Eddie’s weight gets added to it and he smiles a secret smile in the dark, pleased he’s won again.

A voice drifts over to his side of the bed.“Sorry I must be more used to soft beds now than I thought.”

“It’s fine, just go to sleep.” He rolls over with his back to Eddie who's still lying flat on his. He can imagine him there, stiff and tense, probably staring at the ceiling, well at least he’s off the floor, that’s something.

“Night Buck.”

“Night Eddie.”

He’s asleep quickly after that, knowing Eddie’s more comfortable and having him close is enough to let him relax. He does stir a few times, aware that each time he wakes up the distance between them has become smaller presumably as they both move around in their sleep. If this carries on he might get lucky and wake up in Eddie’s arms. That won’t be his fault will it, if they end up pressed together while they sleep. He wiggles backwards a fraction.

The next time he wakes it’s to the warmth of Eddie’s body much, much closer. Not quite touching but so so close. He wonders if the other man is awake too.

He gets the answer to his question when a voice whispers, “You asleep?”

His own answer is just as quiet.

“Yes. I think I’m dreaming.”

There’s a soft huff of air on his neck when Eddie laughs at him. He can almost feel his lips brush his neck when he asks another question. Eddie’s hand brushes his hip, thumb moving slowly, a soft back and forth across his skin.

“Is it a good dream?”

The hand gets bolder, the touch more sure. Buck keeps his breathing slow and sure as he hums confirmation that it is. There’s another huff of amusement when he adds,

“The best.”

The mattress shifts again and Eddie’s even closer.

Buck can feel his heart racing but his voice is calm. “I hope I remember it when I wake up.”

Suddenly he loses the hand on his hip but it’s ok, it’s just moved to his chest, pushing him gently onto his back.

Eddie’s voice is low and soft against the shell of his ear now. Buck can’t help the shiver that runs through him at the words being pressed into his skin “Keep your eyes closed. Don’t wake up yet.”

He hums and nods as fingers slide across his chest, moving slowly over his neck and onto his face. They trace his lips so softly it almost tickles, he just about manages to hold in a whimper.

Eddie’s fingers move gently tracing the contours of his face, they smooth along his cheek bone up and to the spot his face is marked, even in the dark Eddie traces the pattern there perfectly. The fingers trail down over his nose and find his mouth again. Eddie finds them parted slightly this time and when Buck lets his tongue brush against the pads of his fingertips, there’s a sharp catch in the breath by his ear. The calloused tips of a strong hand move to cup his face and now it’s just the thumb that ghosts over his mouth until it’s replaced by lips touching his so, so softly, so quickly he might have imagined it.

A word slips out, “Please” it might have been too quiet to hear or maybe not, maybe Eddie felt the word against his fingers that are back and leaving featherlight trails of heat wherever they touch, either way he gets what he wants, another soft touch of lip to lip, the barest taste but dizzying nonetheless.

The softest kisses he’s ever known continue; on his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids and back to his mouth again. He feels alive in a way he never has before but at the same time he’s drowning, drowning in the tenderness Eddie’s showing him. Kisses across his skin and fingertips sliding up and down his body, he’s being touched everywhere. He can feel Eddie’s skin against his in a hundred places, moving over his chest, the back of his knees, his side, at his neck, grazing against a nipple as they slide down, over and around him. He presses up into the touches, silently asking for more, for this to never stop, to keep dreaming this dream forever. It’s overwhelming and wonderful, he moans softly and feels the lips pressed against his skin curl into a smile.

“Nice dream?”

“Amazing,” he speaks the breathless words into Eddie’s mouth and then for the first time kisses back, slips his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, just a little, another quick taste, short and sweet, it still makes Eddie shiver and gasp so he does it again, until the push and pull of lips and tongue become firmer, is more and more and more. He arches into it, his own hands now searching, touching, just as gentle as the gift he’s been given, just as much love, just as much need.

Eddie’s sliped away from his lips, he’d chase him but the kisses are moving along his neck and that’s nice too, stretching so he can feel more he exposes his skin to Eddie who takes everything that’s offered. The kisses continue with light nips of teeth that ignite more flames in him, the heat of it sinking lower as Eddie travels down his body. He’s breathless and panting desperately into the darkness, eyes still tightly closed not wanting to break the spell. Kisses move lower and so do hands, the first touch against the ache between his legs brings his back arching off the bed and a sharp cry, it feels so good. He’s shushed gently and petted with kisses that are still getting lower and lower, the covers pushed aside. He wishes he could look but he’s scared it will make it too real, that it will have to stop. He doesn’t want it to stop.

The drag and glide of Eddie’s hand against him is all consuming and he wants to feel it all. He doesn’t want to think, he wants to feel and that becomes very easy when Eddie’s mouth reaches the destination it’s been slowly heading towards. The wet warmth of his tongue starts to lap at the aching hardness of his thickened cock and all thoughts stop.

Buck moans low and deep, one hand flying out and holding onto the bedpost, the other finding Eddie’s hair and his fingers wrap around his curls, not holding, not pushing just feeling, losing himself in both the softness of his hair and his mouth.

Buck gasps and moans at the sensations being poured into him as Eddie dips and slides his mouth over and over him, firm constant heat, the noises, wet and dirty mingle with the soft moans also coming from between his legs and his own sharper desperate cries of pleasure. Eddie works him steady and slow, no rush even when Buck starts to beg, plead incoherently to have more, to come. He begs Eddie, ‘harder harder, more, please, now now,’ but the rhythm never changes. Buck loses all sense of time as Eddie takes him slowly apart with his mouth and his hands and his love.

Eventually one of the hands that’s been toying with him slips lower and makes small circles round and round, another infuriating pleasure that isn’t quite enough.

He can’t talk anymore, he’s just panting, sobbing needy little sounds of pleasure when out of nowhere it all combines into blinding white light when Eddie presses his finger into him a little harder and swallows around him, a flick of his tongue sending him over the edge into light and pleasure and a moment of ecstasy he’ll hold onto forever.

He’s shaking as he comes down from his high and he’s in arms and being kissed again, words float over him, “I’ve got you sweetheart, it’s ok. I’m here.” The kisses don’t stop so he curls into Eddie’s warmth and holds on, gives Eddie back what he’s received, after all this is only a dream so he can can’t he. It’s just a dream so he can have whatever he wants.

Eddie holds on tightly as Buck sleeps in his arms. He’d known what would happen the moment he’d been found in the stable and Buck told him to come inside but he’d let it happen anyway. He should have said no. It’s an easy enough word after all, but he hadn’t wanted to. It’s what they both wanted and another memory to hold onto. He won’t forget a single kiss or touch they’ve just shared and he knows Buck won’t either. He’s glad, so glad. He pulls the man in his arms in tighter and feels Buck’s smile against his chest. He’s his tonight. All his, just his. Tomorrow will be different but tonight is a dream they’ve shared and no one can take that from him, from either of them.

Tomorrow he’ll let go, tomorrow he’ll wake up but not yet. Not now. Now he can dream a little bit longer.

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