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Eddie moves before Buck can blink—one smooth, unhesitating motion. His hands find Buck’s waist first, then slide lower, bracing under his thighs as he lifts. The world tilts, and for a second Buck feels weightless, the heat of Eddie’s palms searing through denim, the strength behind it dizzying against Buck’s already crumbling composure.
Then the counter meets him—cool beneath his thighs even through the fabric—Eddie’s hands leaving heat in their wake like a brand. Eddie’s still standing close enough that Buck’s knees frame him, not backing away immediately. His breath grazes Buck’s chest, eyes flicking up, the space between them charged with something that makes every cell in Buck’s body scream more, more, more.
“Now sit,” Eddie says firmly, hands still resting under Buck’s legs before he finally backs away. “Stay.”
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Bookmarked by regulusblackx
03 Mar 2026
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Eddie moaned.
Not a sleepy sigh. Not a nightmare mumble.
A fucking moan.
Then came the panting.
Buck sat rigid against the headboard and turned his head slowly like he was in a horror movie, as he felt Eddie’s face press into his thigh, rutting against the mattress in lazy little thrusts.
It was the most erotic, confusing, panic searing moment of his entire life.
His hand had already been in Eddie’s hair, comforting, sweet, completely innocent—and he’d just… left it there.
He didn’t mean to keep petting him through it. But there he was, softly stroking his best friend’s hair while he had a wet dream right in front of him.
Or; Buck and Eddie share a bed and Eddie has dreams that are driving Buck crazy.
Bookmarked by regulusblackx
25 Jan 2026
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"Remember when I fucked Tommy in here?"
It's not subtle, he's not even pretending to be subtle.
It's the verbal equivalent of tossing a lit match onto gasoline.
Buck knows it, and he couldn't be more excited.
He watches Eddie freeze mid-motion as if someone has hit pause on his actions, his shoulders tense up, his back straight and rigid. He gradually comes back into himself and sets the hanger down in the closet like it’s made of glass, and turns around slowly.
The look he gives Buck is a fusion of wide eyed confusion and mania.
But most of all… he looks pissed.
Good, everything is going to plan.
Or; Buck is a little shit and Eddie is just trying to do laundry.
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- Part 2 of mine.
Bookmarked by regulusblackx
24 Jan 2026