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Eddie never quite got the hang of using an STP. He'd tried it at home and in the shower, but never got the courage to use it out in public, and who are you meant to ask especially when stealth? Your best friend, who will gladly hold your dick while you pee, apparently.
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---“Why won’t you just go?” Buck asked, stepping back into Eddie’s personal space like he belonged there. “The urinal’s right there.”
“It’s not that simple,” Eddie groaned.
“Sure it is.” He stepped closer, reaching down, “You just point your dick—“
And it came off in his hands. Eddie’s dick left his hands and was now cradled in Buck’s. Laid flat in Buck’s palm was a silky silicone model of a dick, attached to a less malleable reservoir device. The proper term was ‘stand-to-pee’ and Buck was pretty familiar. Tucked into his own slacks, inside his boxers and nuzzled up against his thigh, was a hollow packer. In his back pocket the reservoir attachment stayed hidden until he needed it.
He sent a toothy grin Eddie’s way. “You too?”
Bookmarked by summerlover (pvroxysmos)
04 Jun 2026
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oddly cute and sweet for a piss kink fic. very on brand for them too
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Bookmarked by summerlover (pvroxysmos)
02 Jun 2026
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GASPING AROUND THIS ONE DESIRE RUNS OVER EDDIE LIKE A FIRETRUCK NO HIGHER KRDER FUNCTIONING IN THE SLIGHTEST ALSO IVE NEVER ENJOYED A DOM BUCK LIKE THIS EVER HOLY HELL I SCREAMED WHILE READING BOTH FICS THE ENTIRE TIMEEEEE IM CRYINGGG
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Then, Eddie straightens up and turns around, and Buck revises his assessment, because the front is cropped too. Evenly, which means a person did this on purpose.
The express purpose being to ruin Buck’s day and possibly his life.
The shirt stops right under his ribs. His stomach is just — out, the whole deliciously muscular span of it.
“Hey,” Eddie says, a crooked, boyish grin splitting across his face, as if he isn’t standing in his own driveway basically naked. “Wasn’t expecting you.”
“I-I, uh, texted. You weren’t answering.”
“Phone’s inside.” Eddie tips his head at the engine. “She’s leaking somewhere. Been out here since this morning trying to find it.” He swipes the back of his wrist across his forehead, and the gesture pulls the hem up another half inch.
Which is how he ends up looking at the sweatpants again. And the sweatpants, it turns out, are keeping no secrets. There is nothing on under there.
So now he’s standing on Eddie’s front lawn, stone-cold sober, at four in the afternoon, looking at the unmistakable outline of his best friend going commando.
Neat.
Or: Eddie wears a crop top. Buck sucks his dick about it.
Bookmarked by summerlover (pvroxysmos)
01 Jun 2026
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in honor of rpf saturday (con edition) which this fic actually precedes. eddie in a crop top I am fucking salivating
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"Don't want you to sleep with Tommy again," Eddie slurs when he gets close enough.
Buck startles, unsure where that came from, and gives him an offended look before shaking his head, laughing. He ignores the voice in his head saying now that the competition's out of the way. "You backslide one time and your friends never let you forget it. I do have some dignity, you know."
"No, no, 's not that," Eddie protests. "Don't want you sleeping with any of your exes. Anyone. Well, one person would be fine."
"One person, huh?" Buck asks, amused. "And who would that be?"
Eddie shrugs. "I'm right here. I'm very" — he hiccups— "v'ry flexible, y'know. I stretch every morning."
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OR: Five times Buck and Eddie lose sleep over each other + one time they don't
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Bending down, Eddie scoops the boy up, settling him on his hip with a swing. He jostles him playfully before focusing back on Ana.
“This is Theo,” he says, feeling Theo tilt his head against the crook of his neck at the sound of his name. “He joined pre-k here in May, didn’t you?”
Eddie brushes a clump of hair out of Theo’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear. It springs back to place immediately, unrestrained and uncontrolled. He really is due a haircut, but any time he or Buck mention it, Theo’s arms fly up to protect his hair like they’re going to hack away at it right there and then.
“Yes,” Theo says, voice lispy and a little shy as he blinks at Ana. “Are you a teacher?”
Bookmarked by summerlover (pvroxysmos)
30 May 2026
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god has it really been five years🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬 what a beautiful soft fic <3 domestic buddie! audhd rep!! ANA FLORESS