Sveni
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"Were you really worried?” asks Eddie. Buck’s brow furrows, confused. “About, you know—what you said. That your looks wouldn’t cut it. Because that’s…”
Buck’s head tilts on its axis, in a manner that would be almost harrowing if it weren’t his familiar, ludicrously handsome face. “That’s what?”
“Stupid,” Eddie blurts out. Shakes his head. Rectifies. “Not—you’re not stupid. Not at all. I just mean that… obviously, someone should want you for all of you.” Eddie thinks that should really go without saying. “But even without all the addendums. You’re, like, a total smokeshow, man.”
Good God. That’s fucking embarrassing. Even worse—or perhaps better, Eddie is so ruined—Buck beams.
"Total smokeshow?” Buck repeats, nothing short of delighted. On topic, Eddie really could go for a smoke bomb right about now. Just—pull the pin and flee.
or: Buck goes on a hot date and knits Eddie a scarf.
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The bruises mottle Buck’s skin, like paint splattered clumsily on a canvas. Except—the artist behind this, whoever they are, clearly went about it with intent and precision. A curator of hickeys; Buck’s pale thighs like the walls of a gallery. A thriving one, at that. It’s… a lot of marks.
Eddie wonders if it hurts. Well—he knows that part already, at least based on what Buck told him a few minutes ago. So instead, Eddie starts to wonder if it hurt. The procedure behind the photo; the act of being marked up so irrefutably.
Buck reacts to Eddie’s thumbs up message with a thumbs down.
Buck: I just accidentally sexted you dude
Don’t 👍👍👍👍 meOr: Eddie receives an unintended photo. Then he bites some thighs about it.
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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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“Hey, Buck?” Christopher says. “How do you know you’re not in love with my dad?”
Buck freezes. A full body clench. “Uh,” he says. “Could you - - I think I - - sorry,” he laughs uncomfortably. “Could you repeat the question?”
“I asked Dad, but now I’m more confused. And you date men, right? But you don’t date Dad. So how do you know you don’t want to date Dad?”
Or, Christopher has some questions. He asks the two worst possible people.
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“Buck, I told you, there’s no rush. You being here for however long you need is not a problem.”
Buck rubs at his brow to do something with his hands, Eddie’s eyes tracking his every move like a hawk. “I know that, Eddie. I heard you.”
“Did you?” Eddie asks. “Hear me?”
Eddie comes back home. Buck runs away.