Buck's ADHD was sure to be the death of him, if Eddie's eyes didn't get to him first. He could never settle, needed to multitask to get anything done at all.
Everyone knew it. That was why Bobby only invited Buck to help in the kitchen while they could discuss changes in the local regulatory codes, or why Chimney always switched on the television before pulling out a deck of cards.
It wasn't Buck's fault that his brain moved fast, jumping from topic to topic with no signs of slowing down. He needed the stimulation. It was always how his brain had worked, it was always how his brain was going to work. He could never focus on just one input, no matter how hard he tried.
That was how they had gotten to where they were now: Eddie sat next to him on the couch, laptop, tablet, and notebooks scattered on the coffee table, and progress nowhere to be found. They had been at it for what felt like hours, just searching and reading and debating and getting nowhere.
It was their honeymoon. It was supposed to be a grand adventure, a week-long trip that Eddie had never gotten, and Buck had only ever done alone. The wedding itself had been no issue to plan, which almost made this worse; it was formulaic, with needs and wants that lined up nicely.
A honeymoon had a certain amount of freedom that neither of them had been afforded. The anywhere at all of it was the stressor, let alone the details of what was to come when the arrived. They already had their time off approved, and it felt like the deadline to book something was hanging over them, ticking down faster than should have been possible.
Buck and Eddie were both planners, Buck slightly moreso. He loved his lists, setting up his calender with neat, color-coded messages. Since the chaos of his early twenties, he had settled into the comfort that came with plans.
Now, however, was not comfortable. Buck was itching out of his skin, reading and re-reading location suggestions, romantic getaway blogs burned into his retinas and setting the rest of him ablaze. He could see Eddie watching him from the corner of his eye.
"You know," Eddie said casually, "this is supposed to be fun. Low key. Unstressful."
Buck scowled. "Well, tell that to -" he leaned closer to the computer, "- Ava Goodley and her list of fifteen places your partner will take you if they really love you."
"Jesus, Buck." Eddie slammed the laptop shut. "I think you're psyching yourself out a bit here."
"Well, you're psyching yourself in."
Buck was glad Eddie had the kindness in his heart not to point out how ridiculous that was. Instead, he took one of Buck's hands in his own, cupping it in a way that never failed to send a horde of butterflies through his stomach. "I think you're focusing on this a little too hard."
"It's our honeymoon, Eds. You deserve to have a perfect trip."
He shrugged easily. "You'll be there. I'm sure it's going to be incredible. Now, how about you start telling me what you're thinking so far."
Buck's mind felt both blank and too full, churning tirelessly. "I, uh, had a lot of ideas. I'm not sure -"
At that point, Eddie leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against the line of his jaw, trailing up towards his ear when Buck's speech died off. "Keep going," he whispered, nipping lightly at the lobe.
"I was thinking we should stay on this half of the world," Buck said breathily, trying to ignore the way Eddie's lips were now sucking a mark into the base of his neck, his tongue pressed lightly in the center of it, like a target. "Just in case Chris needs us and we have to come back quick."See AlsoLumbale mediale Rhizotomie erklärtTHE 10 BEST Body Positive Retreats in Bali for 2025Ask a PT — Fix It Physical TherapyHow Energy Imbalances Manifest As Physical Ailments
Eddie pulled back just to swing a leg over Buck, planting himself firmly onto his lap, the swell of his ass too enticing for Buck not to grip. "That's a good point," Eddie mused, grinding down. "We wouldn't want to have to add international flight planning on top of any other issues."
For how deliriously good the pleasure felt, the rub of Eddie's body against his own, he somehow felt a bit more grounded, like the fog surrounding his brain could lift just a little. He squeezed the hand resting on his ass, guiding him in a slow rhythm. The other hand laid splayed against his back, holding him close. Eddie's head dropped to his shoulder, mouthing at him through his shirt.
"So we should stay in the country," Buck said absentmindedly. He moved his hand to grab Eddie's to better control his hips. "Are we thinking warm or cold?"
"LA is always warm," Eddie gasped out. He leaned back, giving himself just enough room to pull off his shirt, throwing it off to the side. Buck followed suit before tugging Eddie back into him, chests pressed firmly together, and allowing Eddie to dig his teeth into his collarbone. He kissed the mark and said, "Maybe we should try something different."
"That's probably a good idea." Buck's hand went to his chest, his fingers pinching at Eddie's nipple until it firmed. Eddie whined, dropping his head back. Buck took the opportunity to press his own kisses against Eddie's neck, scraping his teeth against the Adam's apple. He kept his mouth pressed there as he talked. "Maybe try out some skiing?"
Eddie's hands went to Buck's pecs, digging into the thick muscles as he pushed himself onto Buck's dick, creating a pressure that shuddered through his body. "Seems dangerous, and neither of us are -" he broke in an airy moan, "- practiced skiers."
Eddie slipped down Buck's body, sliding off just enough to kiss down Buck's chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting hard enough to bruise, his hands dug into his thighs. Buck groaned. "Probably too dangerous. Maybe Glacier National Park? I never got to go when I was a ranch hand in Montana."
Eddie whined, dropping his entire body over Buck, his head planted on his waistline. "Every time you remind me you were a ranch hand, I get more mad that you didn't keep the getup."
"It's that tragic?"
"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." Eddie waved it off, taking his time to unbuckle Buck's belt. "Keep going."
"Right." Buck leaned his head back, because he wasn't positive he could fully keep his focus if he had to watch Eddie look up at him through thick eyelashes. "There's some cabins up there that we could rent. Or, we could do a resort up there, maybe have some spa treatment to go with the hiking."
While Buck was talking, Eddie completely pulled Buck's belt off, chucking it to the side in favor of unzipping his pants and tucking them under his balls, his dick now twitching against the coolness of the air conditioning. Eddie licked at the tip playfully, and when Buck's speech stuttered, he waved a hand to indicate he should go on.
"There's one place I was looking at." He reached a hand down into Eddie's hair, tangling the fingers in and pressing him towards himself, urging him to open his mouth just a little wider to fit the head. "It has a ton of amenities and excursions. We could do some guided tours."
Eddie gradually dipped his head lower over Buck, gradually taking in more and more of his dick, until his nose was buried in his pelvis, his throat swallowing rhythmically over Buck in a way that made him hold back a whine. His hands stayed firm on Buck's thighs, fingers pressing in with enough pressure that Buck hoped they would bruise.
"They had a few spa packages," Buck gasped out, his hips pushing up into Eddie almost subconsciously, chasing the tightness of his throat. "Different tiers. Based on our budget, I think we could get the third tier."
Eddie slowly pulled off of Buck's cock, replacing his mouth with his hand. He stroked slowly, his grip tight around him. "What does that include?"
Buck tried not to think about the way his voice rasped. He planted one hand on the couch, the other still firmly wrapped into the strands of Eddie's hair, giving himself the stability to fuck into his hand. "Access to the self-serve spa amenities. A couple's massage. Some hot stone stuff. I think there was something else, but I forget."
Eddie squeezed tightly, twisting his hand over the head. This time, Buck couldn't quite hold in his whine. "You can remember. Tell me."See AlsoChiropraktische Behandlung des Cauda-equina-Syndroms
Somehow, it came back to him. Call it a good motivator. "A choice between acupuncture or a mud treatment."
Eddie smiled deviously and kissed at the pouch of Buck's stomach. "We should probably pick the acupuncture. I think I've been buried in enough mud for one lifetime."
Buck pulled Eddie's head back by the grip in his hair, making him groan. "Too soon."
"I was the one who was buried!"
Buck yanked him towards him, until Eddie was back on his lap and Buck was grinding up into him harshly, firm enough that Eddie's head lolled under his ministrations. He bit at his chest, sucked a mark right over his heart like a brand. "It's my trauma, too."
Eddie whined and pressed his chest into Buck's mouth, freeing up Buck to start unzipping his pants. "Wh-what else do they have besides the spa?"
"Excursions," Buck muttered, muffled by Eddie's skin, pulling out his cock. He repositioned them so he could grip both in his hand, stroking them together at a teasing pace. "Into Glacier Park. Lots of guided hikes."
He lifted Eddie off of him, pushed at him until he was standing. He just looked down at him, dazed and a little confused, until Buck tugged at his pants. "Off, come on."
Eddie obeyed, stripping down fully before climbing back onto Buck's lap. Buck had reached between the couch cushions, pulling out a stored bottle of lube. He shifted and leaned back, bringing Eddie with him until he was laid flat on the couch, Eddie hovering over him.
He tugged Eddie down to kiss him deeply, a desperate and sloppy thing. Eddie bit at his bottom lip hard enough to pull a gasp from him, his free hand slipping to squeeze at Eddie's bare ass. He patted at it gently before retreating, coating two of his fingers with lube. "There's a white water rafting expedition that looked pretty good. The instructor had good qualifications."
He used one hand to spread Eddie open enough to expose his hole, his slick fingers moving to rub firm circles against it. Eddie whined and dropped his head against Buck's shoulder, his hips pushing backwards into his ministrations.
"But maybe we were hoping to relax more?" Buck pushed his first finger in slowly, careful not to be too rough. Eddie sucked a mark onto Buck's chest, the vibrations of his moan coursing through his body. "Fuck, you're tight. Anyways, they also have some floating river tours. Different places, obviously."
He began pumping his finger in and out, curling to drag against Eddie's walls. He paused briefly on an outstroke to add more lube, pushing the excess inside of him. "That would probably be better. We don't want to get too exhausted on our honeymoon."
He added a second finger beside the first, adjusting the angle until Eddie sagged against him, a choked whimper escaping his mouth. "I think I would rather do the hikes than the driving tours, though. I'd like you to look at those, since there's a few location options."
Meanwhile, he was persistently rubbing against Eddie's prostate, applying a delicious pressure that kept Eddie gasping and spasming around him, his neglected cock drooling insistently against Buck's stomach.
"The zip line tour could be fun," Buck mused. He dropped a kiss against Eddie's shoulder. "Not too physical. Just enough to keep us entertained."
He pushed in a third finger, scissoring them inside him while rubbing at his rim with his thumb. Eddie ground his hips down to get pressure on his dick, moaning loudly. Buck paused at the sound, the hand on his ass pressing just a bit firmer into the soft flesh. "Anyways, that's probably enough excursions. We want to be able to spend time at the resort too, since they have plenty to offer."
He pulled his fingers out of Eddie, kissing him languidly when he let out a mournful whine. He broke away to coat his own cock in lube, positioning it against Eddie's hole, rubbing slow circles along the rim before pushing his hips up just enough to breach him.
Eddie gasped with it before sitting down to meet him, sinking onto his dick until his ass was rested against the denim of Buck's jeans. Something in Buck deeply approved of it, of the way his skin looked against the blue fabric.
Buck's hands went to Eddie's waist, pulling him up slowly, just to slam him back down, his hips rising to meet him in a strong thrust. Eddie whined and leaned back, stabilizing himself using Buck's thighs so he could set a slow pace, bouncing himself on Buck's dick and swiveling his hips in a way that sparked pleasure all the way down Buck's spine.
"Oh, you feel so good, baby," Buck gasped out, digging his nails into Eddie. "There's a few dining options, too. Pre-set dinner menus where you just have to make a few choices."
He stopped trying to meet Eddie's desperate movements, instead letting him take exactly what he wanted, just watching as Eddie rode him desperately, grinding down and moaning when the head of Buck's cock nuzzled against his prostate.
"Steak or chicken?" Buck asked him, trying to keep his voice level. He looked up at Eddie's face, where his eyes were screwed tightly shut and beads of perspiration were dripping down his face. He reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb pressing firmly into his jawline. "Eddie. Steak or chicken?"
"Chicken," Eddie gasped, before wrapping his lips around his thumb, sucking on it and grazing his teeth against the knuckle.
"Good," Buck groaned, pressing his thumb down on Eddie's tongue. "That's what I was thinking."
Buck finally decided he was done with teasing, wrapping his arms fully around Eddie and pulling him down, pistoning his hips to slam into him. Eddie gasped, trying to meet the thrusts before giving up and just taking it.
"We've got the dates picked," Buck groaned, staying fully seated and grinding his dick in. "We just have to pick the flight and book it."
Eddie went to slip his hand between them, but Buck grabbed him by the wrists, pinning his hand against his side. "No, you're gonna come like this," he told him, kissing him on the cheek before going back to his long strokes, pressing consistently on the prostate with each slide in. "Besides, we haven't even talked about what we want to pack yet."
"Buck, please," Eddie whined.
He chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. We can probably figure that out later."
With that, his hands went to Eddie's ass, smacking lightly before his fingers prodded at his rim, lingering and feeling his own dick sliding in and out of his body. "You can come whenever you want, baby."
"I'm close," Eddie gasped out. "You can come too, okay?"
Their mouths met in a sort of pseudo-kiss, mostly gasping against each other as they each hit their peaks. Buck felt a wet warmth against his stomach, coupled with Eddie spasming around him, tightening in a way that drew his own orgasm out of him, spilling inside of Eddie in a wet claim.
They both breathed heavily, trying to catch their breath. Eddie didn't move from on top of Buck, instead settling in further and pressing gentle kisses down his neck.
"I don't think I've ever planned something so easily," Buck sighed, a hand absentmindedly running up and down Eddie's back before resting on the curve of his waist.
"I don't think I've ever enjoyed planning something this much," Eddie groaned, spent. "I should've thought of this sooner."
"Well, we do have Abuela's birthday coming up..." Buck raised an eyebrow, slowly grinding his hips back up into Eddie.
Eddie just laughed, and yeah. This was love.