“I want you to stop looking for apartments,” Eddie gasps when they break apart.
“I stopped looking a week ago,” Buck confesses, equally breathless. “I couldn't make myself go to one more showing. I didn't know how to tell you.”
Eddie laughs, burying his face in Buck's neck. “We're ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but we're both the same flavor of ridiculous.” He kisses Eddie again, and Eddie winds his arms around Buck's shoulders – Christ, his shoulders are ridiculous.
“We can get your stuff out of storage. Figure out what to keep. Maybe your couch is better –”
“It's not, yours is perfect. Maybe a chair or two. I don't care. It's just stuff.”
“Stay with us. With me?”
“I'd love to,” Buck murmurs. “I love you, Eddie.”
“Love you right back,” Eddie says, and when Buck's answering grin is brighter than all the fireworks in the world, he knows they've both found home.
FILL: Check and Mate, part 7/9
“I stopped looking a week ago,” Buck confesses, equally breathless. “I couldn't make myself go to one more showing. I didn't know how to tell you.”
Eddie laughs, burying his face in Buck's neck. “We're ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but we're both the same flavor of ridiculous.” He kisses Eddie again, and Eddie winds his arms around Buck's shoulders – Christ, his shoulders are ridiculous.
“We can get your stuff out of storage. Figure out what to keep. Maybe your couch is better –”
“It's not, yours is perfect. Maybe a chair or two. I don't care. It's just stuff.”
“Stay with us. With me?”
“I'd love to,” Buck murmurs. “I love you, Eddie.”
“Love you right back,” Eddie says, and when Buck's answering grin is brighter than all the fireworks in the world, he knows they've both found home.