Days Off
"Fuck you, Eddie," Buck spat, glaring at said man. Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed.
"¡Dios mío, Buck! ¡Es un maldito juego! Deja de exagerar." Eddie said, glancing back at the board spread out on the table. Buck gave Eddie a look, one that said, Does it look like I care? And Eddie knew Buck didn't care, but it was still funny to see his boyfriend lose his mind over a game. The event that had made Buck burst out in rage was simple. Eddie was winning. Since the two had the day off, Christopher was at school, and there was nothing to do, they decided to play Sorry.
"Again I say, fuck you." Buck said stubbornly, his perfect blue eyes shinning with mock anger.
"I'll bottom later if you stop whining," Eddie tried to compromise. Buck, who was in the middle of another whine, immediately shut his mouth and looked at Eddie with a newfound desire.
"Actually?" At his boyfriend's stupid question, Eddie couldn't help but laugh. He began to nod, then felt the hand creeping up his calf to his thigh, his thigh to his crotch. Eddie grabbed Buck's hand as the man squeezed him over his pants.
"Ah, I said later. No sir," Eddie scolded and gently pushed the hand back to its owner.
"And when exactly is later? For all I know later could mean two minutes from now," Buck was now leaning extremely close to Eddie now, their noses almost touching. Finally, Buck leaned forward and took Eddie's plump bottom lip in between his teeth, biting it gently.
"¡Mierda, Evan!" Eddie moaned, spreading his knees apart to let his lover crawl closer to him, which - thankfully - he did. Buck pressed himself completely to Eddie, his hands on both sides of the latter's sides, his lips attacking Eddie's soft neck, the action pulling sweet moans from Diaz. "Shit! Ah, fuck-" Eddie groaned, only to be cut off by Buck's lips.
Suddenly, the door began to jiggle, making it clear to the two that Chris was home. Buck jumped back from Eddie, running his hands through his hair and over his kiss swollen lips, Eddie doing the same. Chris appeared just above - barely - the couch, Carla following him. "Hi boys," she greeted, giving them a sly smile. They both nodded in her direction, a light pink blush coating their cheeks.
"Hey, Dad and Buck." The two smiled, noting the painful erection they both had. Shit.