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Kissing under the mistletoe has never been quite so...delicious.
Taylor tastes amazing, already wet and waiting for him, and Eddie wonders if she was just as turned on while they waited at the party as he was. He starts low, dipping his tongue in to really capture her flavour before he moves up, flattening his tongue to swipe over her clit and then pointing it to run small circles around the little bundle of nerves.
The feel of her arching into him as she lets out a tiny, mewling cry shoots straight to his cock, but the pressure of Buck's hand on the back of his head — holding him in place, encouraging him to keep going — nearly has him creaming his pants. Without ever breaking pace as he licks and laps at Taylor's folds, he drops a hand down to his lap and firmly presses the heel of his palm over his erection, bringing himself back from the edge.
He wants this to last.
"She tastes amazing, doesn't she?" Buck's voice cuts through the fog of arousal and Eddie looks up through his lashes to find Buck gazing down at him, fire in his eyes. "She likes it if you suck her clit between your lips and bat at it with your tongue."
Eddie's always trusted Buck and that's not about to change now. He does as he's told and is rewarded with a ragged shout and a sharp jerk of Taylor's hips, which only serves to bury his face deeper in her pussy.
He's not complaining.
He loses track of time as she rides his tongue. Eventually he adds his fingers to the mix, slipping two deep inside her pussy, so wet at this point that she's dripping down his chin and over his hand. And the noises she makes…
Jesus Christ. Eddie hasn't been with a woman who was so uninhibited, so vocal, in ages. And he fucking loves it. He doubles down, pumping his fingers faster, moving his tongue as quick as he can, all to pull more of those glorious noises from her, right up until the sounds abruptly stop as her thighs squeeze around his head and his tongue is flooded with her juices.
She tugs him away when she gets too sensitive, but he stays down there, kissing at her thigh as he looks up to Buck, absolutely delighted by the sheer hunger on his face as Buck gazes back at him.
"Holy shit, Eds. That was…" Buck pauses, giving his head a shake. "That was fucking amazing."
"Yes," Taylor pants, still a little breathless from her orgasm. "Yes it was. Remind me to wear the mistletoe sweater more often."
Buck chuckles and kisses her lightly before hopping off the table and extending a hand to Eddie, helping him off the ground. Once he's up, though, they both sort of...freeze. Their hands are still locked together, Taylor's juices coating Eddie's chin, but suddenly it all seems so real.
"As much as I enjoy the homoerotic tension that you two are so keen on building," Taylor sighs, shimmying off the table, "can we maybe put a pin in it, just for tonight? Because I would really like to come again and I have a feeling that's not happening until you two move past the whole mutual pining thing you have going on."
Leave it to Taylor, Eddie thinks, to expose a carefully concealed truth.
"So how about we get to the part where you two kiss," Taylor suggests, somehow managing to look sexy as hell in her ridiculous sweater. "Because I'll be honest, the thought of the two of you together is getting me kind of wet."
It seems to break the spell that was keeping them in place, and with just a glance — all Buck and Eddie have ever needed to communicate a world's worth of words — they both turn on Taylor.
"Oh. Wait. What is—" Taylor's expression flashes from sly to surprised to oh shit so fast that Eddie has to battle back a smirk of his own.
"Wet, you say?" Buck teases, reaching out to slip his hand between her legs. Her startled gasp and breathy giggle tells Eddie that Buck has at least a finger inside of her, probably two.
That doesn't stop Eddie from tossing her over his shoulder, pulling her right off of Buck’s fingers, and practically sprinting for the stairs, more than ready to take this to the bedroom.
He knows she'll deny the high pitched squeal that escapes as she bounces on his shoulder up the steps, but the second he sets her down on her feet she's fumbling to strip him down, pulling his own Christmas sweater over his head before dropping her hands to his fly. Eddie is almost naked before Buck even makes it up the stairs, and Buck strides right up behind him, dropping a light kiss on Eddie's neck as he threads an arm around his waist and takes hold of his newly freed cock, stroking lightly.
"He's got a nice dick, doesn't he, Tay?" Buck says between the line of kisses that are planted along Eddie's shoulder. "What do we think about getting it inside of you?"
Eddie moans, Taylor grins, and Buck just chuckles.
"And you," Buck whispers in his ear, "Can pay me back for that blow job. I've always wanted to feel that mouth of yours around me."
Eddie doesn't argue as Buck takes the lead, getting Eddie set up on the bed, back against the pillows that are propped against the headboard. And he sure as fuck doesn't argue as Buck guides a now naked Taylor to straddle his lap and then tosses him a condom.
"If this is gonna become a regular thing, we'll all get tested so we can skip the rubber next time, yeah?" Buck asks casually as he starts to strip off his own hideous Christmas sweater (he won the contest by a landslide, the garish colours only highlighted by the lights that wend through the fabric), completely unaware of the way his words steal Eddie's breath away.
The idea that they might want him more than just tonight — the thought of maybe being part of this thing that's growing between them — hadn't actually occurred to Eddie.
"Because I know Taylor likes it when I come inside of her, and I would definitely love for you to come in me," Buck continues as he strips down. And while Buck remains oblivious to the effect his words have on Eddie, Taylor does not. She smiles softly and leans in for a gentle kiss, helping to ground him as Buck keeps talking. "Not sure where you stand on taking a cock, but if you'd be up for it, I'd love to see my come dripping out of you at some point, too."
Eddie's cock twitches so hard it slaps Taylor's ass, drawing a belly deep laugh from the woman.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure he'd like that," she snickers, and then snatches the condom from Eddie's hand when he makes no move to put it on. Eddie is still trying to work through what Buck just said by the time Taylor opens the foil and pulls the condom free, so it actually takes him by surprise when she rolls it over his length and gives his newly sheathed cock a few quick strokes. "Eddie Diaz, I am going to have so much fun with you."
He doesn't doubt that for a second.
She shuffles forward and lines him up with her pussy, and before Eddie can even think to grab her hips to steady her, she's sinking down with a quiet gasp.
"Fuck," Eddie grunts, barely keeping himself from thrusting up into her before she's had a chance to adjust.
"She's tight, isn't she?" Buck steps up onto the bed and leans down to kiss Taylor, his hand threading through her gorgeous locks as his tongue plunders her mouth. Taylor winds up rocking her hips as he does, clearly searching for friction, and she keeps rocking even as Buck pulls away. "Wait until you take her ass. God, I can barely even get in there. She likes it though. Always comes hardest when taken from behind."
"Don't give away all my secrets on the first night, Buckley." Taylor's scolding is offset by the look of utter pleasure on her face as she plants her hands on Eddie's shoulders and starts to ride him, slow and steady. "He should work for it the same way you did."
Eddie would be more than happy to work for whatever the hell Taylor wants him to, but right now, she feels so amazing around his cock that he's not entirely sure he can even think straight. Buck wasn't kidding about how tight she is.
And as Eddie looks over to Buck, letting his gaze rake over his naked form, he thinks it must be an even tighter fit for Buck.
The man is thick. Mouth-wateringly thick. And Eddie wants a taste.
Leaving one hand on Taylor's hip, he lifts the other to Buck's thigh as Buck takes a step forward to stand on the mattress next to them. The nerves are still there, still tugging an invisible thread in Eddie's chest, and it leaves him biting down on his lip, unsure of what's okay, what's crossing a line.
"It's okay, Eds," Buck assures him, smiling softly down at him. "Whatever you want. No pressure. No expectations."
What he wants is Buck's cock filling his mouth and pressing into his throat as he fucks up into Taylor. What he wants is this night to last forever. And while there's nothing he can do about the latter, he knows he can absolutely make the former a reality.
So he takes a deep breath and slides his hand up a little higher, until he can grab hold of Buck's cock where it bobs in front of him, gloriously hard and curved in a way that Eddie just knows will feel amazing inside of him. For now, though, he's more than happy to wrap his lips around the leaking head and take Buck as deep as he can in his mouth.
It's been a while since he's done this, so he goes slow, schooling his gag reflex as he takes more and more of Buck into his mouth, but soon enough Buck is nudging at the back of Eddie's throat with each slide down his cock and Taylor seems to be matching her rhythm to Eddie's, bouncing on his cock every time Eddie leans in, and it's fucking mind-blowing.
"Jesus. Look at you with Buck's cock stretching your lips wide," Taylor says, breathy and just an octave higher than normal. "I knew you'd look good like this, but fuck. We should have invited you sooner."
Eddie hums around Buck's cock, earning a slight jerk of the hips from Buck as the vibrations jolt through his nerve endings. Buck pulls back with a murmured apology, but Eddie doesn't mind in the slightest. As a matter of fact, he kind of likes it.
But he pulls off of Buck's cock for just a moment, kissing Taylor senseless as she rides his cock before pulling back and sucking one of his own fingers into his mouth, getting it nice and wet.
Buck licks his lips and widens his stance in anticipation, mouth opening in a soft 'O' as he waits to be breached, and Eddie doesn't make him wait. He wraps his lips around the head of Buck's cock as he lines up his finger with Buck's asshole, rubbing gently at the furled muscle as it flutters at the touch. The second it twitches open, Eddie sinks down as far as he can on Buck's cock, all while pressing his finger inside Buck's absurdly tight channel.
"Fuck!" Buck shouts, his knees almost buckling at the sensations. There's a fine tremor running through Buck's body — one Eddie can feel around his finger and over his tongue — and it only intensifies when Eddie finds that little bundle of nerves inside of Buck and starts to massage.
And then the three of them are nothing more than a mass of writhing bodies on Buck's bed. Eddie braces his feet on the mattress and starts to fuck up into Taylor, meeting her hips each time they come down with a slap of flesh on flesh that echoes through the space. Buck pumps into Eddie's throat, drawing half of his attention from the building pressure in his balls, but despite the myriad sensations that are overtaking Eddie, he never once stops his assault on Buck's prostate.
It's Taylor that comes first, but her breathy moan, the way her muscles clamp down on Eddie, the way her perfectly manicured nails dig into his shoulders — it has Eddie following right after her, filling the condom with his spend.
But even as he comes, Eddie keeps working Buck, swallowing around him each time he fucks into his throat, playing his prostate like he's been doing it his whole life.
"Come on, Buck. Give him a load," Taylor pants, collapsing onto Eddie's chest. The feel of her breasts pressed against him is absolutely wonderful, and Eddie thinks he would be happy just curling up with the two of them for the rest of his life. At least, once he's gotten a taste of Buck.
He doesn't have to wait long.
A few more bobs of his head, a few more pulsing taps on his prostate, and Buck is shooting down Eddie's throat, both of his massive hands wrapping around the back of Eddie's head, holding him in place as he does.
It's perfect.
They don't bother cleaning up right away. Buck drops down to the bed and basically hauls Eddie and Taylor on top of him, a ridiculously sexy and rather sticky cuddle pile that Eddie sort of falls in love with before they're even settled.
"We get to keep him, right?" Taylor asks Buck, eyes half lidded and totally blissed out. She doesn't give Buck a chance to answer before she turns to Eddie and asks, "We get to keep you?"
A thousand thoughts, a thousand excuses, a thousand reasons why it's a terrible idea.
None of them mean a thing.
"Yes," Eddie says quietly, looking from Taylor to Buck.
He's pretty sure he's never seen Buck look happier.
And as they lay there, kissing and talking quietly, making plans for a future that Eddie never could have imagined, he thanks his lucky stars for cheesy Christmas sweaters, holiday parties, and mistletoe.