i want to see bucktommy holding hands!!! i want to see them cuddling on the couch watching movies!!!! i want to see them running into each other at a call and shamelessly flirting!!!! i want to see them cooking dinner together and groping each others ass!!! god is that too much to ask for!!!!
It’s the thumping that wakes Eddie. Thump thump thump rhythmic and steady muffled by a couple walls but still audible. He has a sneaking suspicion of what’s happening but he can pretend for now that it’s the washing machine being unbalanced. Or at least he could, until he heard Buck’s voice.
“God yes fuuuuck you’re so fuuucking deep baby fuck me lik—hhmmpf”
He doesn’t hear what comes next as anything but a vibration in the wall but he hopes it’s Tommy saying “Evan you’re being loud. Eddie might hear.” And slowing himself to not make the headboard thump.
Eddie is hearing, and it’s making him flush with embarrassment. He’s an adult, he knows his friends fuck but listening to it is an entire other experience. He’s polite enough to ignore it. At least they waited until they thought he was asleep to go at it. That was polite.
The thumping increases again. Tommy must have already forgotten his warning inside the haze of being with Buck. He wishes his imagination wasn’t so vivid about what that might look like. Buck spread out under Tommy, or maybe his legs wrapped around him, shoving Tommy even deeper inside. The rush of hormones consumes Eddie and his hand moves downwards. He’s never going to admit this to anyone. He’s going to pretend it was a dream, but when Tommy suddenly moans “Ohhh Evan.” And Buck’s voice resumes its onslaught of filthy language, Eddie starts playing with his own balls. He slides his other hand to fuck his fist in time with the bangs as Buck practically screams Tommy’s name and he cums hearing Tommy’s voice turn into incomprehensible, primal grunts.
