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Eddie kisses Buck again, more confident about what he wants.
Buck.
It's always been Buck.
Buck's calloused hands, simultaneously rough and gentle, slide under his shirt. Eddie hopes Buck never stops touching him.
He revels in the contrast between Buck's soft lips and the roughness of his stubbled cheeks. His whole body feels tingly and alive, like every touch awakens him from an endless slumber.
God, Eddie really has been depriving himself.
Stumbling from the kitchen to the couch, they make out, discarding clothes as they go. Clad only in boxers, Buck pushes Eddie back onto the soft couch cushions, legs straddling him.
"So, how should we approach this?" Buck asks.
Eddie leans in and whispers,"Don't stop."