kinktober drabble: day 8
prompt: webcam
If he props the iPad up on the pillow next to him, it’s almost like Buck is here, and not eight hundred miles away in California. Eddie knows it’s kind of pathetic, but, well. So is he, right now.
They fall asleep on Facetime most nights now, or at least nights when Buck isn’t working. Quiet conversation until one of them drifts off. Terrible for the batteries, but whatever.
Somehow the conversation tonight has drifted around to exes, which feels dangerous in a way Eddie can’t quite identify. Like seeing a brightly colored berry and being mostly sure it’s poisonous, but not actually knowing.
“Taylor liked to fuck every night I was home,” Buck says, his voice low. It’s dark enough in his room—Eddie’s old room—that the camera has lost some detail, pixelated his features. “Even if I was tired. She’s tell me to just lay back and she’d jerk me off until I was hard enough for her to ride. Have her fun with me. I liked it.”
Eddie’s mouth is dry. Buck, sleepy and pliant and used. Did he look like this with her? Sound like this, this rough, groaning edge to his voice?
“That sounds hot,” Eddie says, which isn’t a lie, but doesn’t exactly capture the full truth of what he’s thinking.
“It was,” Buck says. “What about you? Any of your girls have anything like that?”
“Not like that, I guess. Marisol liked it from behind a lot, though.”
“From behind’s good,” Buck says, and at first Eddie thinks he means when he’s fucking a woman that way, but then he says, “You feel it inside yourself a lot deeper from that angle.”
Buck likes it deep. Buck likes it from the back. Buck likes to be used for someone else’s pleasure. Eddie can’t help what he pictures next, Buck’s face buried in his pillow, Eddie buried inside Buck, his hands gripping Buck’s hips as he drives into him over and over again.
In real life, Eddie’s hard, and he palms his dick through his sweatpants. The image may be low-quality, but he can still see a faint flush on Buck’s cheeks, or maybe he’s just imagining what he wants to be there.
“Buck?”
“Yeah?”
Eddie takes the leap. “You hard?”
Buck doesn’t answer for a second, and Eddie’s heart freezes, but then he’s nodding. “Yeah. Really hard.”
Eddie swallows. “Can I see?”
“Yeah,” Buck breathes. And he pans the camera down.