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The kiss restarts Buck’s brain, like his first kiss with Tommy had.
Buck touches his mouth, the ghost of Eddie’s lips on his—
Eddie, his straight best friend, was not straight.
Just like he’d never considered men before Tommy, he’d never considered Eddie—
Eddie shakes his head, eyes wide with panic.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Buck’s eyes fixate on Eddie’s lips—soft, pink, a treasure— and he wraps his hand around his neck and kisses him again, harder, more desperately, like it could be the last time he gets to. Eddie moans. Eddie presses his body hard against his. Buck needs Eddie…he loves Eddie…Eddie…
Buck breaks the kiss, grinning.
“No, we should do that again.”