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Broken and Blue

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Eddie hasn't talked to Buck since he came back to work after the lawsuit, without any reason. That is until, on a Saturday night he comes knocking on Buck's door, broken and bruised.

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Evan Buckley has been a lonely man most of his life. It's not like he didn't have friends at school. But those friends came from healthy, happy families, something which Buck couldn't relate to, so he never exactly clicked with them. He had Maddie, but she was a few years older than him and also had a boyfriend, so it's not like she could spend all her time with her little brother. The first time Buck made a girlfriend, she ghosted him. His second girlfriend dumped him. So, not that great on the romantic part either.

Then he made a best friend. A best friend who acted all cocky and smug the first day he walked into the station. Buck hated him then, but after a while he could see beneath the facade. This was a man who came from a broken family just as Buck had. A man whose only friend was his seven-year-old son, with whom Buck also fell in love with the first time that he saw him. It was when he came out with Eddie to take Christopher to see Santa Claus and the elf lady mistook them for family, that Buck realized that he had found somewhere he belonged. For the first time in his life.

Truth was that Buck and Eddie came from completely different walks of life. Buck with his privileged rich home, where he could afford to go to college and where his sister could gift him a jeep to run away from his parents and Eddie, with his father working forty hours a week to make ends meet, just as Eddie was struggling to do the same now. They only had one thing in common. They both grew up lonely. They pretty much were lonelier than ever when they found each other and out of that kinship, a friendship was born.

Their friendship was birthed so soon that Buck didn't see it's roots spreading inside his chest until they had planted themselves deep inside, making themselves permanent. He didn't notice when they went from awkward high fi’s and calling each other "brother" politely to inviting each other for a beer after work sometimes and then to almost going to the other's house daily and finally giving each other a key.

Buck knew that it isn't normal to hang out with your coworker so much. That your colleagues are the only people you can call friends and one of them your best friend. He knows that there should be some boundaries between you and them and that hanging out 24/7 with your best friend/co-worker will only end up in disaster later. Not that he ever felt it with Eddie. The need for boundaries never came. Instead there was only a steady yearning in his chest, which thumped in time with his beats of his heart. More. More. More.

It would have all been good, except that Buck and luck have never been friends and his wish for boundaries came true soon. In such a way that he cursed himself for ever wishing such a thing. It was his fault really. He saw his job slipping away from his fingers, the only thing that has ever made sense in life and the only thing that was a source of comfort for him, so he decided to fight for it in the worst possible way. By fighting the people he was supposed to be fighting for.

Things were back to normal now. Bobby had been angry at him for a few days but then Hen talked some sense into him and now he was back to the boss/unofficial father he has always been to Buck. Hen and Chimney no longer teased him about the lawsuit. Buck was finally getting his family back again.

Everyone except Eddie. Who refused to meet eyes with Buck the first day he came back to the 118. When Buck tried talking to him after their shift was over, Eddie had taken one look at him, shook his head, said "I can't, Buck. Not with you, anymore", and walked away.

They haven't spoken a word to each other since.

Buck doesn't want to think about that. He has spent countless nights since, pondering over why Eddie would leave him this way. Why didn't he scream or even punch Buck? The silence was the worst. 

Buck wretches his mind away from him and thinks about what else he can do to keep himself busy. All his other friends are busy. Chimney and Maddie have gone on a double date with Hen and Karen while Bobby and Athena are hosting dinner for their family. They had invited Buck too, but he had refused because he didn’t want to intrude. Also the fact that the last time he was having dinner with Bobby and Athena, it had ended up in a disaster of Buck walking away and making the dumbest mistake of his life.

And so, this is the reason that Buck has been sitting in his loft alone on a Saturday night, eating pizza by himself.

This is also the reason that when his doorbell rings, Buck almost jumps out of his skin because he wasn’t expecting anybody. And it’s not like he was friendly with his neighbours in any shape of form. Maybe Maddie had taken pity on him and decided to check in. Or, with a wild horror, Buck wonders if it’s his parents. Or has Abby returned? Or Ali changing her mind? It could also be Taylor Kelly. She and Buck often come to each other whenever they need to blow some steam.

It is pathetic of him, Buck thinks as he walks towards the door, that the only friends he has are his sister, his coworkers and his boss and his wife. The only other people he expect to visit him are his ex-girlfriends who dumped him and his fuck-buddies.

He was also friends with a seven-year-old once, before his Dad threw Buck out of their lives.

It is with this thought that he opens the door and sees the last person he expects to see.

Broken and bruised. Eddie.

Bleeding from his lips. But still Eddie.

Buck’s Eddie.

“Eddie?” Buck asks, because he does not know what else to say.

Eddie tilts up his head, putting his hooded face in the light of the hallway. This way, he looks worse. His lip is split open. There is an angry bruise on his cheekbone. And he is sweating, hard. Like he ran here. “Can I come in?” The quiet, almost shy way in which Eddie asks, makes him human again to Buck. He is glad that he doesn't seem like a beast like he did a moment ago.

“Always.” Buck says, instead of something normal like “Of course” or just a simple “yes.”

Eddie winces slightly as Buck steps aside to let him walk inside. The light of Buck’s living room give Eddie’s bruises a strange purple hue that lights up a strange fire inside Buck. He wants to find the person who did this to Eddie and beat them within an inch of their life.

Knowing Eddie, he probably already has.

“E-Eddie-” Buck makes a motion of grabbing Eddie’s arm as he walks by him, but Eddie pulls away before Buck’s fingertips can make contact with the skin. Buck tries not to let his hurt show in his voice. “What are- what’s wrong?”

Eddie does not reply. He walks- no, limps- to where Buck’s couch is. It couldn’t have been easy for him, given the distance between Buck’s door and his couch. It is evident enough in the way Eddie’s breath catches in his lungs every time he takes a step. Buck walks slowly behind him, letting him take his time. If it was like the old times, if they were still friends, Buck would have picked Eddie up himself and tended to his wounds with the biggest care. Maybe he wouldn’t have ever let Eddie get into this position.

Eddie groans as he sits down, grabbing his side as he does, probably to ease the pain. He takes off the cap of his hoodie, rests his head on the back of the couch and closes his eyes.

Buck just watches him, unsure of what to do. Slowly, he walks in front of Eddie and seats himself in the coffee table. He isn’t sure if Eddie can sense him sitting in front of him. “So you gonna offer an explanation or what?” Buck says, slightly angry at Eddie walking in like he owns the place, not even bothering to spare Buck some words.

“I’ll be on my way soon. Just- just let me rest for a few moments.”

“So am I supposed to just ignore the fact that you look like you have been run over by a truck? Did you get mugged or something?”

“I wasn’t mugged, Buck.”

“There's nothing embarrassed about being mugged, Eddie. If you were, we need to call Athena and-”

Eddie’s eyes fly open. He sits up straight with his eyes blazing. “Do not call Athena. Or Bobby." He says through his teeth. "Or anyone else.”

Buck steels his own demeanour, defiant today from Eddie’s rage. “Not until you tell me what has been going on.”

Eddie looks at Buck and Buck looks at Eddie, neither backing off. Finally, Eddie gives in. He looks away when he speaks. “I was in a fight.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“In a cage. Like in a fighting ring.”

Buck’s jaw drops open. He knows Eddie has been acting weird ever since Buck came back after his lawsuit. He has heard Eddie wince or groan slightly when Bobby gave him a strenuous task on calls. His movements weren’t as fluid as before. Buck had thought Eddie’s stiffness to be the product of the awkwardness between the both of them, when they have to work together despite not talking to each other. A few days ago, Eddie had walked in with a new truck, on which everyone congratulated him. Now, everyone knew that Eddie struggled with money, especially since he was a single father of a kid with special needs. But Buck was the only one who thought it odd that Eddie suddenly has the money to buy something so expensive.

“You were in a..”

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “Things got bad today.”

Today? How long have you been doing this?”

Eddie doesn’t answer his question. He spreads his knees to make himself comfortable and clutches his hands together, leaning forward. “The place got raided so I had to run and your place was the closest. I- I left my truck at home. I’ll call a cab.”

Eddie makes a motion of reaching for his phone in his pockets, but before he can, Buck surges forward and grabs Eddie’s hands in his. “Eddie, you are hurt.”

“Why do you care?” Eddie looks at him in defiance.

The venom in his voice makes Buck reel back, but he doesn’t let go. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Eddie looks like he has a million things to say, enough to poison Buck from the inside out, but then his steal away and his lips curl in determination. “Chris is waiting for me. I have to go home.”

But Buck is more determined than him. For tonight, at least. He unclutches his hands from Eddie. Absently, he notices they have gotten sweaty in Eddie’s hold. Buck leans forward and plants a palm on either side of Eddie’s knees, essentially boxing him in. “If Chris was waiting for you, you wouldn’t have come here first. You would have made sure he was okay. In fact, if Chris was at home, you wouldn’t have went out in the first place.” Buck wants to grab Eddie’s chin and force him to look into his eyes. “We may not be friends anymore, Eddie, but I still know you.”

Buck gets his wish. Eddie looks at him, but the fire behind his eyes makes Buck want to recoil within himself. He holds his ground though and stares right back, challenging. “You cannot stop me from going to my own damn house.”

“If you touch that door, I will call Bobby faster than you can say Christopher.”

They stare at each other, primal in a way a predator locks down its prey, but here they are not sure who’s which, so they just keep their eyes locked. Until Eddie is the one who accepts defeat. He brings his clasped hands to his forehead and rests his head on them, closing his eyes. Buck knows he has shut himself off. Shut Buck off.

“C-can we talk? Please. I know you hate me, don’t think of me anymore, but I- I do. I care about you and what you are doing- this, this is not-”

“I don’t hate you.” Eddie speaks those words in his hands so softly that Buck isn’t sure he heard them right.

“What?”

Eddie leaves the sanctuary of his clasped hands and looks up. “I don’t hate you, Buck. Just because we don’t talk doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

For once, Buck can appreciate what women have to go through while dating men. He always thought it was an exaggeration when women around him complained that men are too complicated or too damn inexpressive. He is not dating Eddie, and even though he is bisexual, he has never really dated any men, but he can finally see the point. Men are fucking complicated and Eddie Diaz the greatest of them all. “Why don’t we talk anymore, then?”

The classic eyebrow raise. “You are asking me that?”

“You stopped talking to me after exploding at me in a fucking grocery store.”

“You sued the department!”

“I didn’t sue you!

“You-” A pained hiss through his teeth stop his words. Eddie must have made a quick movement in his anger which wasn’t a good idea given his current state. Buck is no medic but he can guess that the movement has made Eddie pull a muscle or something.

“Eddie! Are you okay?” Buck almost falls to his knees. Almost. He stays seated, although his body has leaned forward on instinct.

Eddie must have sensed the movement. He raises his hand to stop Buck. “I’m- fuck- I’m fine.” Buck can see the clenched jaw and the way Eddie’s knuckles have whitened because of how tight he is clutching his side. He is sure that Eddie’s entire body is covered wth bRUises tonight. And Buck had enough of his bullshit.

He gets up without another word to Eddie and takes a determined walk to his fridge. Taking a moment to collect himself and to escape the heat of Eddie Diaz, Buck stands in front of his open refrigerator and lets the chilling air wash his features. Sensing Eddie watching him like a hawk, Buck takes out the ice tray and slams the door shut.

He then walks back to his couch, where Eddie is sitting in the same position that Buck left him in. His eyes are downcast again.

“Off.” Buck demands as soon as he is in front of Eddie.

“What?” Eddie looks up at him, eyes screwed open, as if Buck is a manic.

“Your hoodie. Take it off.” Buck says, pointing to the ice, in case the message wasn’t clear. Although, to any normal mind, the message would have been clear. There is nothing dirty in asking your friend to take their clothes off to nurse their wounds. Or at least, that’s what Buck tells his voice of conscious poking into the back of his head.

There is nothing wrong in what they are doing, Eddie must have thought so too, because he easily complies to take off his hoodie.

What Buck sees isn’t surprising, but his heart cracks just the same. Purple and red bruises adorn Eddie’s chest. His left bicep is covered in the same colors, although fainter by now. Buck wonders just how long Eddie has doing this for. The lines of those 8 packs that Buck has always been seriously jealous of, look like faded contours, partly because Eddie is sitting in a hunched position and partly because they are covered by the cruel swelling of his muscles.

Any hate he has nursed for Eddie in the span of days that they haven’t talked in, fades away. Buck feels like his heart is on fire, the flames cackling, ridiculing him. Look at what you did. Look at what you burnt. As if it wasn’t Eddie’s anger, but Buck’s own stubbornness that this did to him.

Eddie is just as ashamed at being looked at as Buck is of looking. He clears his throat and sits down on the table again. “Sit back.” He manages. His voice has lost all the harshness he had harboured for this man. Now he looks in front of him and sees only his best friend, broken and blue. “Please.”

And the wall behind Eddie’s eyes have faded too, just a little. He sits back, resting the back of his head on the couch like it is his throne and displays his bruises to Buck. And who has Buck ever been but a humble servant on the altar of Eddie Diaz.

He sits on the table, but keeps his eyes fixed on Eddie's chest. He dares not look up, not now, not where he knows Eddie is watching him. Eddie might have a problem looking Buck in the eye whenever their conversations get too difficult, but he never seems to find it difficult to stare at Buck when Buck is not looking. Buck cannot even remember how many times he has caught Eddie staring at him from across a crowded room, even before. Before, when they used to be friends. Eddie had always removed his eyes the moment they met Buck’s, but Buck knows that if he will look up now, those brown eyes will stay fixed.

So he doesn’t look up. Instead he lifts his hand holding the ice cube, which has already started melting under the pads of his fingers and brings it closer to Eddie’s chest. Buck hesitates for a moment. This is normal. He tells himself. They are firefighters. They have seen people naked, tend to their wounds, rescued them from their most embarrassing moments. None of it had been weird. Neither should this be. If nothing else, Eddie was his friend once. Buck can clean his wounds because it his right to do so.

His first touch brings out a strained gasp from Eddie, like he has been anticipating the sting, but it still lit up his wounds.

“It’s okay. It will get better.” Buck assures, voice dropped to an almost whisper, though he isn’t sure why he is tiptoeing around the man he once considered family.

“Fuck that hurts-” Eddie says as the cold burn of the ice seeps through his wounds.

“I know.” Buck tries to soothe him, barely holding back the baby that almost slipped out. What has gotten into him tonight? Eddie is- was his best friend. Eddie is his co-worker. Eddie is the person who came knocking at Buck’s door because he was in trouble. This and that, Eddie Diaz is a lot of things, but he is not Buck’s. “I know, just hold on. It’s okay.”

“It’s- it’s not okay, Buck!” Eddie seems to snap again. He doesn’t pull back from where Buck’s fingertips meet the skin of his chest through a layer of melting ice, so Buck knows he is not talking about his bruises.

“What isn’t?” Buck asks quietly, not looking up from where he is working. In the few minutes before, he has shifted from the table further towards Eddie, so that his legs are bracketing Eddie’s knees. An involuntary attempt to not let Eddie escape. Again.

Eddie doesn’t answer. Buck was expecting it. Eddie may not have a place to run physically, but he doesn’t need to. His mind can escape and shut down all the same. Since Buck has him now, he is not going let go of him so soon. “Eddie, what is not okay?”

“Are- are we done?” For a moment, Buck considers his question. The questioned posed like they were partners, and not just at work. Until Eddie speaks again, making Buck crash back to earth. “I mean, are you done with this ice stuff? Because I need to go, take a nap.”

Something hot flares inside Buck, something which has been slowly bubbling inside him since the moment Eddie stopped talking to Buck. It comes to the surface ow, boiling and frothing. Buck flings the ice tray in his hand to his carpet, making it a problem for future Buck to clean, and stands up. “Know what, Eddie? Yes. Yes, we are done.” He kicks the coffee table behind him, before walking away from it and from Eddie. “You can go back to your house and sleep in peace, where I won’t be there to bug you. Because that’s all I am to you now, isn’t it? A bug in your step?”

Buck stands facing away, so he doesn’t see the redness creeping up on Eddie’s face, only feels the heat of it in his voice. “That’s what you think? You had no problem tossing me and my son aside like we meant nothing and you think I am the one treating you like a bug?”

Buck turns around so fast that it took his head a moment to catch up. “When did I toss you aside?”

“The lawsuit-”

“The lawsuit wasn’t about you! It was for Bobby!”

Eddie raises a finger, inches away from Buck’s chest. “But you were okay with not talking to us the whole time, weren’t you?”

“It was temporary, Eds!” Buck can hear the pleading in his voice replacing the anger, but he is tired. Tired of explaining himself like he is a fucking criminal on a witness stand, being questioned by people he loves the most. “It was temporary. Whether I won the lawsuit or didn’t, once the case was over, I was allowed to talk to you guys. I- I thought we were family, that no matter how- how much we fight, we still were that! A family!”

“Families aren’t supposed to sue each other!” The anger from Eddie seems to be waning too. He brings his hand to the forehead, other on his waist, and starts rubbing his eyebrows. “They don’t toss you aside at the smallest of whims. And I don’t- I am not even sure that me and Chris are supposed to call you family.”

“Wh-what-” Everything inside Buck aches in that moment to reach out and hold. To mend. To heal. If his limbs could move, he would. But they don’t. He stands frozen, everything inside him turned to ice. “Of course you are. You- you and Christopher are- are everything to me.”

“Then why doesn’t he feel like it, Buck?” The crack in Eddie’s voice is equitable to the crack in Buck’s chest. “Why does he keep asking me about you and why wouldn’t you come talk to him?”

“Y-you stopped talking to me. How would I have been allowed to talk to your kid?”

Looking at his face, Buck thinks that maybe Eddie is about to shut down again. That he will have to chase again to crack open the ice, like a dog chasing his owner to play with him again and again. Just when Buck is about to run around and walk away again, but it is Eddie who moves. He sits down on the couch, on the edge this time. He starts speaking, quieter this time. “His Mom left him. I took him away from his grandparents. It was for his own good, but he’s too young to understand that, so I know he wonders why his grandparents don't want him. My sisters have never been too interested in me or my kid. So, it was me and him for a long while, until you came along." Eddie angles his neck to look at Buck. "He starts thinking you will stay. He clung to you when his life was in danger. What me and Chris have is very special. But I haven’t been in any life-threatening situations with him, God forbid. You have. He clung to you. When he sees nightmares about that day, I sleep on his bed and hold him tight, but I know he wishes it was you instead. Because you know what it’s like to have been through that, I don’t. You are the only one who understands. So, naturally he expected you to stay.”

“Eddie-”

Eddie lets out a sniffle and then steels himself, eyes focused on the discarded ice tray in front of him. “How stupid of him though, isn’t it, Buck? When no one else stayed, why would you? Cause- cause you see, I do understand why you went after Bobby and the rest of us in the process. I don’t care about that. I would let you walk over me a hundred times if it means getting you happy. You could have told me, just once, before you did it. You know whaat hurts the most? That we didn't even have a fight. I was just a collateral in whatever weird, co-dependent father-son relationship you have with Bobby. That is what hurts the most. That maybe we weren't close enough for you to come talk to me just once."

"I didn't- I didn't know what to do. I was- I felt betrayed by- by Bobby and in a way, by all of you and I just didn't know who to trust anymore and that lawyer was in my head and.. and-"

"It's okay, Buck. You were hurting and it's not about me, I know. But my kid doesn’t understand why you did what you did. All he sees another adult who doesn’t think he is worthy enough to stay.”

Buck’s feet carry him forward automatically. He feels like he is in a trance. He doesn’t know what he is doing or why. It is only Eddie’s words ringing in his ears that make him move. The pain in Eddie’s voice that makes him come up in front of Eddie. It is the resignation of those brown eyes as Buck bends his knees and the next moment he knows, he is kneeling. Tears brim up in Buck’s eyes as he clutches Eddie’s leg before resting his head on his lap. Eddie says something to him, a word, maybe his name, but Buck doesn’t hear. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry, Eddie. I’m sorry.” is all he can say. It’s all he can think of.

Eddie’s open palm rest on his hair. Buck can feel his fingers twitching, to grab, to soothe, he doesn’t know. “Buck- hey, Buck..”

He is still shirtless. Buck feels the tip of his curls brush against Eddie’s naked torso as he lifts his head up. “When my lawyer told me the terms of the lawsuit, you wanna know the first face that flashed in front me? It was you. And then, Christopher. You were both smiling. When I accepted those terms, your smiles vanished. Even in my head.” Buck cranes his neck further up to meet Eddie’s eyes. “I don’t want to leave Christopher. Ever. He was the hardest part of my lawsuit. I miss him and you every day. I- I always thought I would turn out to be a terrible father, given how my parents were. Until I met your kid and learned what unconditional love feels like and how easy it comes.” Buck grabs Eddie’s hand which was lying on his lap and clutches it. Hard. “Give me one more chance. Please. At least let me tell the kid that it’s not his fault I had to stay away. Just one more chance.”

“I would let you back in his life in a heartbeat, Buck. Even when you weren’t supposed to be talking to the rest of us, I would have never torn you away from him. But if you want to come back now, I only have one condition.”

“Anything.” If Eddie had asked for his kidney, Buck would be on his way to the hospital. If Eddie had asked for his right hand, Buck would learn how to hold a knife with his left so that he can make a smooth cut. Hell, Eddie can ask him for his life, and Buck would bare his throat and hand Eddie the knife himself.

Eddie brings his hand to the side of Buck’s face. This time, he doesn’t stop himself from caressing. “If you come back, I want you to promise that you will stay. I know that in out field of our work, promise is a forbidden work, something that brings no guarantee and only pain, but you have to promise my kid that you will stay. And mean it.”

“I swear, Eddie. Not just to him. To you, too. I swear."

It is then that Buck realizes that what he has been feeling the whole night wasn’t just him. He is not losing his marbles. His head isn’t spinning around in circles on his own. Eddie is feeling it too. Eddie, who’s fingers shift from Buck’s face to the back of his neck to curl there. Eddie, who tilts his own face downwards. Eddie, who’s lips meet Buck’s with the barest of a touch. He moves to pull away, Buck knows, but he has been a man with a mission the whole night: to crawl his way inside Eddie Diaz. So, he does what he knows best: he chases.

Buck presses his hands on Eddie’s thigh, one entangled in the other’s hand, one free; and lifts himself up on his knees. He brings his free hand up to Eddie’s face to make sure he doesn’t run away and crashes their lips together. It is wild and desperate, the way they push and pull where their lips are connected, teeth clattering and tongues fighting as Eddie finally gets with the program. He senses the discomfort of Buck’s position by the way his whimpers must have come out as a mixture of pain and pleasure. He holds onto Buck’s shoulder, and in a move that has Buck’s head spinning again, this time in a good way, hoists him up on his lap.

“Fuck.” Buck whispers against Eddie’s lips, the new position putting them much closer. He might have let out a smile if Eddie was listening to him. But the man seemed to be in a trance. He seemed so bent on holding Buck, the way his fingers dug into his waist, that Buck wasn’t sure if Eddie was here 100% with him.

“Never do that again.” Eddie pants into his mouth.

“Eddie-”

“Never leave us again.” Eddie’s lips graze his jaw. “Never leave me again.” He bites. “Promise me.”

“I- I promise, baby.” It just slips out. Buck isn’t sure he could have stopped it even if he wanted to. He feels so lost under the assault of Eddie’s lips and teeth and tongue that he feels like he’s floating up in the sky and the only thing that tethers him to the earth is Eddie. “I promise.”

It isn’t enough for Eddie. He barely seems to hear Buck as his fingers tighten all over Buck’s skin. His hands move up and down his back and lower still, until he is grabbing his ass and squeezing. Buck lets out a moan. Before he can drown in the feeling, Eddie’s hands have already moved up, to his waist again. This time he lifts up Buck’s hoodie. The direct touch to his skin makes Buck shiver. His grip on Eddie’s bares shoulders tightens.

“Tell me you are mine.” Eddie growls as his fingers roam up and down on Buck’s chest. Under all his pretence, Buck can hear the desperation in his voice. The plea.

“I’m yours.” Buck pants into his mouth. “I’m yours, baby.”

Fingers slide out from beneath his hoodie and grip his ass again. “As I am yours.” Eddie uses his leverage on Buck’s ass to push his hips towards himself and at the same time rocks his hips upward. Their cocks rub under together and the sensation sends electric waves down Buck’s spine even under the layers of fabric between them. Twin moans slip out of their mouth. “I am yours.” Eddie whispers, more subdued this time.

“Mine.” Buck says as hands slip beneath the fabric of his sweatpants and the grip becomes tighter. “Yours.” He whimpers as he is being laid down on the couch, Eddie on top of him. He is heavy, but Buck welcomes the weight. “Eddie.” Buck cannot recognize his own voice.

“I got you, babe.” Fingers wrap around his dick; their foreheads press together. “I got you.”

I love you, Buck almost says but his words are lost somewhere in the clattering of his teeth and the sinful moan that slips out of his tongue as Eddie’s hand becomes ceaseless. It is for the best, maybe. They haven’t even had a first date yet. Throwing the word around might not be the best idea.

Besides, he can say it later. Now that he has Eddie, he is not going to let go of him again. He will happily chase him to the end of the world.

Instead, he focuses on the rhythm of Eddie’s hand. They can talk later. They do have a lot to talk about. Starting with this new hobby Eddie has taken and will not be fucking pursuing again. Buck will make him return the truck too. And he needs to see a therapist too, for healthy outlet of his anger. He will tell Eddie all that, but later. They have got time.

Mine is the last thing that Buck hears from Eddie’s lips before he closes his eyes and lets himself drown in the pleasure.

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