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Eddie finally lets himself want.
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“I think I might ask him out.”
Eddie breathes in.
“He gave me his number, after all.”
Eddie breathes out.
Buck smiles. “But you don’t care about that. You’d rather just box it all up. Pretend it’s not there, and not even bother to say what you’re really thinking. You know, you get after me for not asking, and you’re right, I need to do that more, and I’m going to work on it. I am. But Eddie, you—you’re just as bad with not talking.”
“Buck,” Eddie says, the name out of his mouth before he knows it’s there. He doesn’t know what he’s saying with it. Do you want me? I want you. Please want me, too. All of the above and more.
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25 Dec 2025
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Buck waits for Eddie to tell him to leave. Eddie never will.
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“Buck, you dummy, they were family homes. Meant for kids. In neighborhoods near some good schools. The high school isn’t that nearby, because Chris would kill us if we tried to make him live that close, but there’s an elementary—”
Buck shoves Eddie, hard—hard enough that his shoulder hits the steering wheel, and a honk startles them both. Eddie glares at Buck, even as Buck lays flat the driver’s seat, rolling into the back and reaching for the door. Eddie catches him before he can, hauling him into the front with two hands on Buck’s waist. Buck’s back slams into Eddie’s chest, knocking Eddie against the steering wheel again. Eddie jumps at the honk and Buck uses that moment of surprise to try to wriggle free once more.
Eddie holds firm.
“Let me go, you asshole!” Buck hisses.
Eddie scoffs. “Give me one good reason.”
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25 Dec 2025
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The morning after Buck and Eddie share a bed for the first time.
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“I liked it,” Eddie says, pulling his thumb back just a little to coast back over Buck’s bottom lip, spreading the spit to make it shiny. “I like it.”
Buck audibly swallows. “What?” he asks, but not like he didn’t hear. Like he wants it more than he thinks he’s allowed, and so he asks, to make sure Eddie is certain.
“I missed it,” Eddie continues. “Sharing a bed with someone. Not being alone.”
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25 Dec 2025
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While trapped in an elevator, they (finally) figure it out.
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Eddie’s head is still tilted back against the wall, but his gaze is now trained somewhere ahead. Buck exhales with relief, because it’s easier to be this close to Eddie when he’s not looking at Buck. When Eddie looks at him, it’s just … confusing, for his body, and his idiot heart. A hopeless romantic would believe those damn forums where queers admit to realizing they’re queer because they’re in love with their best friend, who happens to be the same gender they are.
Buck may be hopeless, and he may be romantic, but he is not the two put together. He discovered he’s bisexual the normal way—by kissing a man he’s attracted to. A man who is not his best friend.
“Buck,” Eddie says, and Buck’s chest still gets fluttery when Eddie says his name like that, a low rumble settled deep in his chest. Like it’s at home there. He doesn’t say anyone else’s name like that.
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25 Dec 2025
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Every unspoken thing between them has a shape, and Eddie's finally ready to name it.
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And it’s early, the sunlight soft as it gilds Buck’s unshaven cheeks and Buck’s bare chest. Eddie chases it across his skin, sitting cross-legged beside Buck on the bed after returning from using the bathroom. Chris is still asleep, and they have the day off, and Eddie just . . . wants. He wants Buck in his bed, and in his kitchen, and in his car. He wants their names on legal papers, and the mortgage, and Chris’s school forms. He recognizes the shape of Buck’s affection in the curve of his mouth, the color of it in his eyes, the way it sounds on his tongue when he says, “Morning, Eds.” He wants to claim it. He wants it to be his.
Why this morning and not any other doesn’t matter. It only matters that it’s here, and now, and he’s ready. He’s ready.
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25 Dec 2025