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“Depends,” Eddie says after a short beat.
Eager as ever, Buck pushes to his elbows. “On?”
Fingers skate over the inside of his thigh, teasing, light. “On if you can get it up more than once.”
Without blinking, Buck answers, “I can come six times in a night.”
Eddie chokes on his own spit, fingers tightening over his thigh. “Sorry— six?”
Cheeks pink with pride, Buck grins. “Why? You one and done these days, old man?”
“You call me old man again…” Eddie begins, wrapping his fingers around Buck’s cock and stroking it with a loose fist, base to tip. “...And I’m kicking you outta my truck and going back to drinks with your subordinates, Buck.”
Panic flares. Buck’s hand snaps out, jeopardising his balance. His fingers find Eddie’s forearm, gripping tight enough that his nails will leave marks on the inside of Eddie’s arm. “Don’t.”
OR: A non HR approved after-work event
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30 May 2026
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Mi media naranja. Half an orange, right? Like—two sides of the same coin, or something. A complementary coupla guys. A little silly, maybe, referring to a grown adult as a piece of fruit, but the sentiment is sweet enough.
“Hey,” Buck asks the girl beside him. “Um, Alba. She called Rosie ‘mi media naranja’. Like—half an orange? Is that a common saying in Mexico?”
“Oh, sure,” she nods. “It’s a pretty normal term of endearment. Cheesy as hell, but, well.” She gestures at where Eddie and the two women are sitting. Alba’s holding Rosie’s hand now. “When you’ve known each other that long and fit together that well… it’s just sweet.”
My most best friend. That’s what Alba said. That’s—well, that’s who Eddie is to him, essentially. And if what Eddie’s missing is a little affection in a language that feels like home, well. Buck can give that to him.
or, buck notices the lack of spanish terms of endearment in eddie’s life since his abuela died. so, he’s armed with what he’s been reliably informed is a totally normal thing to call your buddy. Operation Make My Best Friend Feel Cherished, as he’s named it on a trial basis in the privacy of his own head, is a-go
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29 May 2026
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“Eddie—” He exhales, his hand sliding into Eddie’s hair to tug helplessly at the strands. Even he knows he’s not trying to pull Eddie away, just grasping at something to attempt to ground himself. He’s trying to still stay in some sort of control—doesn’t want to roll over onto his back, tummy up and submissive like Eddie seems to be aiming for. Eddie can’t fuck the anger and jealousy out of him, but it sure seems like he’s gonna try. “You’re like a vampire, man, fuck—”
In response, Eddie bites down harder, the movement punctuated by two sharp canines as they dig into the flesh of his throat. Buck whines, his free hand gripping at whatever he can reach—Eddie’s side, his arm, his shoulder. Eddie lets up, laughing against the skin of his neck.
“Doesn’t sound like you’re complaining, Buckley.” He kisses over the mark, open-mouthed and lingering.
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Kinktober day 15: Hickies (it's hate sex, baby)
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09 May 2026
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Buck wonders, suddenly, if Eddie’s on any dating apps. Or — God forbid — Grindr.
He looks up when Eddie makes a small noise. His gaze finds Eddie’s mouth first, pink and right there, before he very stubbornly reorients to Eddie’s eyes. His eyes that, suddenly, bear a heat Buck’s grown used to over the past couple of months.
“Wanna?” Eddie murmurs, tapping Buck’s hip. “After dinner?”
Heat pools in Buck’s gut, and he nods, a little dazed. “S-sure. Yeah, sure.”
Or: Buck and Eddie fuck sometimes. As friends. With a self-imposed no-talking-during-sex rule. This is fine with Buck. He’s really chill about it.
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- Part 18 of ejo + 911
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04 May 2026
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“You’re naked.”
Buck splutters. “You’re here.”
Eddie stares at him helplessly. He can’t deny it. He is here.
Of his own volition.
Because he’s crazy, and he followed Buck here, to a porn cinema, and he walked in on Buck getting fucked in the ass by a stranger, surrounded by half-naked men, with artistic gay porn projected on the wall like some sort of presentation and he’s still staring at Buck who is naked and he’s going to faint. He’s going to faint at the porn cinema, and they’re going to have to take him away in an ambulance, and Hen is going to make fun of him for the rest of his mortal life.
Or: Buck dodges Eddie’s calls. Eddie makes it his mission to find him.
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- Part 19 of ejo + 911
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04 May 2026
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“Sit on me.”
It’s an insane thing to offer. Logically, Eddie knows this. Nobody in their right mind would do what he’s about to do, but Eddie’s starting to think maybe he isn’t in his right mind.
“Sit on you?”
“On my thighs,” Eddie explains. “That way you, uh. You know. You can touch.”
“Your ass?”
Eddie nods.
A small, wheezy laugh slips past Buck’s lips. “You want me to sit on you and j-jerk off to porn?”
“And touch,” Eddie adds.
Or: Buck wants to hit the town and get laid. Eddie is vehemently against this idea.
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04 May 2026
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"She didn't care. She'd pee while I was in the shower like it was nothing. Or floss while I was brushing my teeth. I didn't at first, because I thought we should be more romantic. In the honeymoon phase or whatever. But that was romantic, right? And I just didn't know it yet."
"Sure," Eddie agrees. He'd thought romance was flowers and always looking hot for the other person when he and Shannon started dating too. Of course, he'd been seventeen, not twenty-six, but whatever. At least Buck was getting there in his own time.
Buck gives Eddie a taste of what casual intimacy with another person feels like. Eddie struggles with the loss of it when Buck cuts him off.
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- Part 7 of wee woo kink meme fills
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23 Apr 2026
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“You said you talked to Hen about”—Ravi makes a vague, conjuring gesture, even though Eddie can’t see it—“all this yesterday, right? She dresses the best out of all of us. You should ask her for fashion advice.”
“I tried.” Eddie huffs. “She said, verbatim, ‘I’m not your gay Yoda.’”
With that, the fitting room stall’s lock finally clicks open, the door swinging open with a muted groan. Eddie steps out, arms spread wide. “Alright. What do we think?”
From an objective standpoint, he looks good. He looks really good. Objectively speaking.
From a subjective standpoint, he looks like someone Buck wants to pin against the nearest surface and fuck until they’re both stupid.
“Handsome, you are,” Buck croaks.
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Or: Eddie comes out to Buck and takes him clothes shopping.
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22 Apr 2026
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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
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29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of ejo + 911
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22 Apr 2026
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“You want a bruise?” Eddie mumbles—and it’s by sheer magic that Buck doesn’t drop to his knees and propose right there. Eddie doesn’t give him a joke about asking for a hickey at thirty-five. Nor a joke about asking for a hickey before they’ve even kissed, much less had a mere two minute conversation about what this is no—Eddie just… gets it. Because Buck isn’t asking for a hickey, or a love-bite, not in traditional terms. He wants a bruise. He’s already bruised all over from horrible, abusive people, he has fucking taser marks on the other side of his neck that are still tender.
Buck looks like he’s been through the ringer, because he has been through the ringer—they both have—and if he has to see them each and every day in the mirror for the next few weeks as they fade from red, to purple, to blue, to yellow, to gone—he wants to know that at least one of them wasn’t born out of cruelty. Not an injury, but rather a piece of art—one carefully painted out of this—out of them—with Eddie holding the paintbrush in the form of his beautiful mouth; his intoxicating, safe, undivided, irreplaceable attention.
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- Part 8 of codas, spec, etc.
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11 Apr 2026
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Eddie realized dimly that his hand was still lifted, phone pressed to his ear, the call still live – Buck’s voice spilling through the speaker, thin and panicked and far too loud:
“…Eddie, what is happening? Talk to me. Eddie.”
He should have kissed him before leaving the house, Eddie thought, as his knees gave out.
He should have kissed him more, period. Every chance he got. In the kitchen, from behind, hands wrapped around his waist. On the couch, during the quiet lull of a movie neither of them was watching. In the parking lot before a shift, just because he could. In the locker room as the bells went off – a good luck charm tucked just out of sight.
He should have stopped acting like there’d always be another time.
Or,
Eddie gets shot. Again.
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- Part 6 of buddie nde fest
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10 Apr 2026
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“Marry me.”
“What?”
“Buck,” Eddie says, catching him by the arm and ducking to meet his eye, “marry me.”
Or: After losing Bobby, Eddie decides to stop wasting time and marry Buck.
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06 Apr 2026