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YES PLEASE!!

hi anon! this is the start of a fill i'm still working on but here is part 1! this takes place during the chris in el paso times (also things don't get sexy in this part but soon i swear)

“Eddie. Eddie!” Buck has to raise his voice to get Eddie to stop his anxiety ramble. “Dude, stop. Just stop.”

“I can’t just not think about it,” Eddie says.

Buck sighs and gives him a look, and Eddie looks back, wringing his hands, pleading with his eyes like Buck can solve it all.

“You know what, no,” Buck says. “I-I don’t expect you to be fine. Of course I don’t. But this isn’t helping, Eddie. We should, we should do something, take your mind off things.”

“Oh, I’m sorry my worry about my son isn’t productive enough,” Eddie says, like he wants to start a fight.

Buck rolls his eyes, yeah, that’s what he fucking meant, and makes the decision to just short-cut to the end of this conversation. He borrows Eddie’s move, gets a grip on Eddie’s shoulder and uses it to guide him through the house into the living room.

“Sit,” he says, hears iron in his own voice that he didn’t put there, and Eddie sits down all at once. “Don’t move.”

Eddie’s looking up at Buck with something a few steps to the left surprise. He opens his mouth like he’s gonna say something, and Buck holds up a hand. Walks on out of the room without giving Eddie a chance to try again.

When he comes back, Eddie is still right where he was, staring vaguely into space, eyes trained upwards where Buck was.

Buck gives him a beer and says, “What do you want to watch?”

“I…” Eddie says. He traces clean lines in the condensation on his beer bottle. “Whatever. I don’t care.”

Buck’s not in the mood to suss out what Eddie actually wants, so he says, “Fine, we’re watching Rupaul. Gimme the remote.”

Eddie gives it to him with a complicated expression on his face. He starts to get up, but before he can, Buck says, “No.”

He’s the one being unreasonable, now, but he really doesn’t give a fuck. For such a competent guy, Eddie is kind of unbelievably bad at taking care of himself. There’s something satisfying, soothing even, in just making him do what Buck knows will make him feel better.

“I just need a bottle opener, you freak,” Eddie says, even as he sits back down.

Buck makes grabby hands at him for the bottle, and opens it on the edge of the coffee table. Hands it back to Eddie and pulls up season nine of Rupaul’s Drag Race.

He doesn’t notice Eddie staring at him until he’s gotten it playing.

“What?” Buck says.

“Nothing! Nothing.” Eddie stares at his – completely full – beer bottle. His hand circles the neck of it, thumb flirting with the rim.

“Eddie,” Buck says, lower than he means to. Eddie’s eyes snap to him, and a nova of nervous, wild energy explodes behind Buck’s sternum. He says, “Drink your beer.”

Eddie looks at him, and then back at his beer. He tips it to his mouth at a delicate, precise angle, and takes a few slow swallows.

“Good,” Buck says, and Eddie swallows again, even though he’s already put his beer down on the table. “Now watch the fuckin’ show, you pain in the ass.”

Eddie laughs, a moment delayed.

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for this prompt: Would love to see Buck realizing how much Eddie LOVES being taken care of even though he can never ask for it, gently domming him when they're alone until it turns sexual.

anon this is so good, love this!

shannon telling him "just be silent" aghksdagj

omg this is gorrrrrrrrgeous

omg hell yeah

Gahhhhh yes, i love this. i love how much it IS their regular way of being, just a little bit to the left: buck's impulsive domineering driven by exasperated concern, and it WORKS, and it's so good. eddie's reactions!!! cannot WAIT to see where this goes.

part 2! this is probably all for today but i will have more soon :)

Chris comes to Los Angeles before Eddie goes to Texas, in the end. Helena says it’s a visit, Eddie is hoping it’s more than that, but he’s afraid it isn’t. Ramon made a cryptic comment – or was it cryptic, maybe Eddie is just reading too much into it! But anyway, maybe there’s more at stake with this dinner than Eddie thought, and at least they’re going out to eat so Eddie doesn’t have to make food, what a nightmare that would be, but it has to be perfect, he has to be perfect, and can Buck stop staring at him like that and answer the goddamn question?

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. “Was there a question in that rant?”

“How can I make this go well – fuck, I can’t even figure out which shirt to wear.” Eddie sits on the bed. He's all despair, his raked-through hair and the defeated curve of his bare back.

“What, uh, what shirt are you thinking of?” Buck says.

Eddie looks at his dresser like he’s just been told it’s filled with something he hates, like snakes or rice pudding. “I can’t cancel.” He looks at Buck hopefully. “Right?”

“You’re not gonna cancel,” Buck says.

“I can’t even pick out a fucking shirt. This is going to be horrible.” Eddie plunges his face into his hands and groans despondently for a very long time.

“Eddie.” Buck approaches, tugging at an arm until Eddie reluctantly lets it drop. His eyes are so wide Buck can see the whites all the way around, his breath coming in shallow puffs. He's on the verge of a panic attack, Buck realizes.

“I can’t do this,” Eddie whispers.

“Eddie…” Buck presses a knuckle between his brows.

“I can’t. I was a fucking idiot to think…” Eddie shakes his head, and Buck can see the next words clear as newsprint in front of him. He’ll say his parents were right. He’ll say he’s not fit to be a father, that he’s a piece of shit. It’s the kind of thing Eddie has always believed about himself, unfortunately. The sky is blue, water is wet, and Eddie hates himself.

But it’s one thing to think it, and another to say it. Saying it will do something to Eddie, and Buck doesn’t know how reversible it’ll be. It will certainly fuck this dinner up catastrophically.

Eddie’s opening his mouth to say it, but Buck gets there first. “You have clean laundry, right? In the dryer?”

“Yeah?” Eddie says.

“Go get that, okay, bud?”

“...why?” Eddie says, and the train of thought that was building in every tiny expression on his face, in his dark eyes, derails.

“Because I asked you to,” Buck says.

Eddie gets up. He pauses for an almost-glance at Buck, and then finally takes a breath and goes.

Once he’s out of the bedroom, Buck starts rummaging in his dresser. He finds:

- Eddie’s favorite socks; the last survivors from the latest pack of them. For some reason, Eddie waits until they’ve all worn completely out instead of buying a new pack while he still has a pair left. Whatever.

- A pair of pants nice enough for the restaurant, but not specially bought for the occasion like the pair Eddie is currently wearing. Eddie should look like this is something he cares about, but also like it’s normal. Like he’s on his own turf. Not like he’s at a job interview, for fuck’s sake.

- The watch Christopher bought Eddie a few years ago. Not for Chris to see, though that’s a bonus, but for Eddie. To remind himself what he’s fighting for.

Buck hesitates for a moment, but then hears Eddie coming back. He takes the leap.

- Boxer briefs, one of the nice pairs that Eddie barely ever wears even though Buck absolutely knows that he really likes them. They’re soft but supportive and are all gorgeous, deep colors (Buck chooses a pair in a deep red). Eddie almost seems embarrassed by how much he likes them.

“Got it,” Eddie says. He puts the basket on the bed, but his eyes are fixed on the boxer briefs in Buck’s hands.

Buck adds them to the pile of things on the bed. “Put these on.”

Eddie looks at the clothes on the bed. He says, “’Kay.”

He strips right there with Buck in the room, down to nothing. Buck doesn’t look right at him until he has the boxer briefs on.

“I always forget how comfortable these are,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle.

“No, you don’t,” Buck says. Eddie puts on the socks and then his pants (insane).

He says, “Still didn’t solve the shirt thing.”

“Right,” Buck says, and stops staring to dig through the basket. He finds a button-down, another dark red; sue him, it's Eddie's color. “This is the one.”

Eddie makes a face. “I can’t, it’s all wrinkled.”

So Buck finds Eddie’s iron and ironing board and sets it up. Eddie watches for a few seconds before Buck says, “Why don’t you fold that, huh, princess?” pointing his chin at the basket of laundry.

It comes out a bit weird, and Buck kind of wants to explain that he was making a joke about how he’s having his clothes picked out for him. Like a princess. But also, that doesn’t really account for everything about how he said it, and Eddie’s blinking at him, color rising in his cheeks, and Buck – well, Buck’s not gonna do anything to stymie that reaction, he’s not a monster. So he doesn’t explain. After a minute, he raises his eyebrows at Eddie, and Eddie jolts into motion, dumps out the basket of laundry and starts folding.

And he’s still shirtless, so Buck can see that his nipples have gone tight and peaked. Swallowing hard, Buck gets to work ironing the shirt smooth.

Eddie’s still folding when he finishes, but he doesn’t stop. He does the rest and then says, “Is that – like that?”

Not like there’s that many ways to fold laundry, and Eddie’s avoidant eyes are telling. He wants to hear –

“Yeah. That’s good,” Buck says, and Eddie breathes out slowly, nodding.

He takes the shirt Buck gives him and puts it on, and as he buttons it up a strange hush falls over the room. Eddie’s dressed, head to toe, in clothes Buck chose for him, and Buck’s blood thrums dangerously.

“Good,” Buck says again. “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says. Buck can see his nipples through his shirt.

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Oh my god this was so sweet <3 Fantastic job <3

karen comes to the station and steals hen away to a closet or shower stall. something soft and fun with a touch of voyeurism or exhibitionism - not picky on any kinks, and up to you if they get off or get caught or both :)

this is so so so so phenomenally good! So obsessed with the tone and characterisation, completely perfect to me. Emotive and frank at once, I loved the thoughtfulness of the writing, the dynamic with the first client vs the harsher reality of the second. I loved Buck’s reasoning and how things looked from his perspective. And hen here is just like. Sooooo awesome. I love this moment of her seeing buck just as she’s about to knock on the door- absolutely genius idea. Love that it causes her to stop and re evaluate, and then she’s the perfect amount of necessarily pushy and determinedly caring with buck. She is seriously the best. brilliant brilliant work yay yay yay!!!!

Oh this is incredible!!!!! This rules. The lotion on his tummy and the coconut oil and his shampoo and his meal prepping and all of this making eddie have to laugh and smile with delight and then have awesome sex with him!!! There is True Love in the coming in his overnight oats!!!! Genuinely very very tender beautiful and sweet. And wonderfully strange. Amazing

seconded yes please

ohhhhh my god. he wanted to hear that he did good! i love this so much. i love how much of it is buck knowing eddie, and knowing what he likes and the things he denies himself, and i love love love the increasing realization buck has that they're both kind of horny about this. and it's all so fond on top of that

Eddie goes to Josh for information about gay sex. Josh feels a little vindicated because Eddie always came across to him like a giant closet case. ThEddie's not looking for a hands-on demonstration, but that's what he gets.

psst, anonfail

they really are!!!! ugh 😭 thank you, I'm so glad you liked it! <3

it is a concept that worms its way into your brain for sure 😂 thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it! <3

🥰 yaaay and just loving him more the more he learns about him! thank you, so glad you liked this! <3

thank you!! 🥰 there literally is so much love in cumming in his overnight oats!! 😭 so glad you liked this <33

for real 😭 thanks for reading!! <3

<33 they really are 😭 thanks for reading! <3

Buck moves around the house like a ghost. Buck has never been quiet in his entire life.

It’s driving Eddie insane. After their fight, Buck had hidden himself in the bedroom, having only just come out to grab a water bottle from the kitchen.

Every footfall coming from Buck is as light as humanly possible, and he walks past the living room hunched over just slightly as if he could make himself smaller despite being over six feet tall and built like a linebacker. Eddie can hear how Buck closes the refrigerator slowly and softly.

Buck never closes the door that softly.

Every movement, as silent as they are, grinds at Eddie’s nerves.

Buck always fills a room with his presence, intentional or not.

It’s why Eddie can never not pay attention to him, but it is clear that in the wreckage of their fight, Buck thinks he’s not allowed to fill any space with his existence. Eddie knows Buck, and he knows that is what he’s thinking. Eddie’s teeth clench and his jaw tightens at the thought of Buck trying to hide himself further. Of course nothing he said earlier got through to Buck. He’s too far into his own head to actually understand what Eddie wanted from Buck.

As Buck walks back out of the kitchen, he keeps his head turned away from Eddie and both hands holding the bottle of water gingerly before disappearing down the hall and back into the bedroom.

He closes that door gently, too.

Flames blaze in Eddie’s stomach.

If Buck isn’t going to let himself exist—if he’s going to act like a phantom of a man—he’ll remind Buck he isn’t nothing.

He stands up, marching down the hallway loudly before roughly twisting the handle of the bedroom door and pushing it open, watching as Buck, who is sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, jumps at the sudden entry before curling up again. He doesn’t open his mouth to ask why Eddie is even in the room, though.

Eddie can feel the anger pumping in his veins, making him feel flushed and like he’s about to combust. He asks from the entryway of the room, “Are you going to get out of your head anytime soon?”

Buck looks away and stays quiet.

Right. He’ll have to push more.

Eddie steps into the room and sits down on the bed, brown eyes trained on Buck’s face, watching as the man’s jaw muscles shift and his Adam’s apple juts in and out out as Buck swallows. Eddie reaches out and grabs Buck’s chin, turning his head roughly and forcing Buck to look into his eyes. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“What do you want from me, Eddie?” Buck whispers. It’s too damn soft, too weak.

“Did nothing I say earlier even matter?” Eddie’s grip tightens. “Do you think I want you to stay quiet? That I want you to avoid me?”

Silence again.

Buck’s eyes drift off to the side of the room, distant and avoidant, like he’s leaving the room without ever physically exiting. He’s slipping through Eddie’s fingers even though they are so close to each other.

Eddie pushes air from out of his nose as the fury reaches a new peak. Without thinking, he leans forward and slams his lips against Buck’s. It’s painful, inelegant, but it gets Buck’s dull blue eyes to widen and look at him.

Hands push at Eddie’s chest, breaking the kiss between them. Confusion fills Buck’s eyes but he doesn’t open his mouth at all to give words to his question. Eddie isn’t sure he would be able to answer him if he did, though.

He’s just so fucking pissed.

Eddie tries to bridge the gap any way he can, Buck just seems to keep pulling away from him. He keeps trying to create distance in some attempt to shelter the world—shelter Eddie—from how he’s falling apart.

A frown comes to Eddie’s face before he pulls himself up onto the bed fully, swinging a leg over Buck’s, trapping the man between his thighs. Buck doesn’t move, but he does stiffen up, frozen as though he never considered Eddie would ever get this close to him.

Eddie doesn’t bother examining the thought—ignoring how it crawls under his skin and pokes at the thing between them that he’s tried to ignore every single day—because he leans in and kisses Buck again, and Buck tries pushing him off again by shoving at his chest, but Eddie gets one hand on Buck’s chin again, and the other hand on Buck’s left shoulder—wrong, wrong, wrong—before he bites down hard on Buck’s bottom lip.

Buck’s hands drop and his mouth opens in a pained gasp involuntarily, and Eddie deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into Buck’s mouth. Buck tries pulling his head away, but the hand that was holding his shoulder shifts and moves to the back of Buck’s head to hold him in place.

Eddie breaks the kiss and stares down at Buck’s reddened lips, then up at Buck’s blown out eyes, the disbelieving look on Buck’s face.

“Eddie, s-stop.” Buck begs, voice quieter than even before, and that just pisses Eddie off even more. “Please.”

Eddie pulls at Buck’s hair roughly to tilt his head so he can bite down hard on the junction between his left shoulder and neck. Buck lets out a hiss, but it is still too silent—too much like Buck is trying to cover up the pain and hide it away; as if it isn’t something he is allowed to show.

If he would get out of his head, he would know he can. He doesn’t have to hide from Eddie.

Hiding just makes Eddie want to carve into Buck’s body and rip the emotions from out of his chest, or shove at every corner of Buck’s existence until the emotions run out from every orifice of Buck’s body.

Eddie shifts their body to the side so Buck is lying down on the bed rather than against the headboard, and he starts rutting against Buck, latching himself back onto the angry welt he’s left on Buck’s neck, already fully hard in his sweatpants.

Buck is just as hard as he is underneath Eddie.

It isn’t enough.

Leaning back, Eddie tugs at Buck’s sleep shorts, pulling them down to expose Buck’s ass and free the man’s hardened length. He marvels at the way Buck’s dick springs out and lays against the man’s stomach, twitching and flushed red.

Buck whines faintly at being exposed. Eddie is fucking fed up.

“You want to act like you are a ghost,” Eddie pushes his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. Once his cock is out and exposed to the cool air, he lets saliva build up in his mouth before he opens it and lets it run into his hand until all of his fingers are covered. Buck flushes as red as his own cock at the sight of Eddie rubbing his moistened hand over his dick in slow, languid strokes. “You act like if you stay quiet enough I won’t notice you.”

Eddie spits again, making sure he is fully coated, then he pushes his dick against Buck’s tight rim. “Stop closing yourself off from me,” Eddie grips at Buck’s hips hard, leaning back down to nose at the angry mark he left on Buck’s neck before biting down on it again. Buck keeps his mouth closed and muffles a soft keening sound, holding himself stiff, and Eddie feels that flare of white hot rage rush through him again.

He says harsher—lower this time, “Let me in, Buck.”

Buck pants and squeezes his eyes closed, and Eddie grips at Buck’s hips tighter, feeling his trimmed nails dig into the soft flesh in a way that Eddie’s sure is painful to Buck by the way his body twitches underneath him. Eddie ruts against the rim again before he feels Buck’s rim loosen against the tip of his dick. Eddie takes what Buck gives him and pushes in roughly, and Buck’s eyes open wide as he gasps out. “Fuck!”

Eddie smirks against Buck’s neck, licking and nibbling as he celebrates his victory.

“Cry for me, baby.”

“E-eddie,” Buck is noisily sobbing his name out as Eddie pistons in and out, blending with the squelching sounds of Eddie fucking Buck. “Eddie.”

Eddie pauses at the rough, persistent way Buck continues to cries out his name, breathing heavy as he looks at Buck as tears roll down the sides of his eyes. Eddie can finally see Buck. He’s finally focused, present. He looks stunning in the darkness, ruined and broken with nowhere to hide it—no way to keep it locked inside.

This is what Eddie wanted to see.

The sight is transfixing.

“Good,” Eddie slams into Buck again, raising Buck’s hip up more to keep making those delicious gasps come past Buck’s swollen lips. “I want to keep hearing you, baby. D-don’t—” Eddie gasps as he feels the muscles of Buck’s walls tighten around Eddie’s cock as Eddie angles his thrusts just right, pulling a loud moan from the crying man. “—just like that, Buck. Don’t hide from me.”

“Eddie, please,” More tears roll down Buck’s face as he begs with loud whimpers. “N-no, no more. F-fuck, no more.”

There is no way Eddie can stop now when he has Buck exactly the way he needs him, the way he knows Buck needs to open up and let the grief out. Eddie only speeds up more, grunting and moaning as he feels the build up of pleasure deep in the pit of his stomach. Buck thrusts up again, and it is the right amount of friction to have Eddie reach his climax. He lets himself spill deep into Buck, thrusting hard through his orgasm, and Buck sobs out Eddie’s name in a mix of anguish and relief as he comes on his and Eddie’s stomachs.

He leans down to steal a kiss from Buck again but Buck quickly jerks his head away, refusing to look him in the eyes anymore as his face twists into something close to resentment and disdain. Buck’s eyes stay trained on the headboard, but Eddie can tell he’s more present and alert than he has been in days. The heavy, ragged breaths and constant tears coming from Buck are reward enough for Eddie. Eddie pulls his head away and sits up, loosening his hold on Buck’s hips, appreciating the way Buck twitches as Eddie rubs at the five small welts on each side of Buck’s hips left by Eddie’s dull nails before he drops his hands away.

With little preamble, Eddie unsheathes himself from Buck’s abused hole and tucks his softened dick back into his sweats before swinging himself off of Buck and the bed. He stares down at Buck one more time, watching his own cum run out of Buck and down his cleft onto the sheets, and Eddie has to swallow down the guilt that slowly starts bubbling in his gut.

Even in spite of the regret trying to replace the anger, Eddie still revels at the loud, ragged sobbing coming from Buck as he walks back out of the bedroom, not even bothering to close the door as he makes his way to the bathroom to shower.

It’s what Eddie wanted from Buck, after all.

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