Prompt anon here - ohhh what a lovely thing to wake up to! I love your Eddie, the way he's always fighting himself, trying so hard not to give in and then giving in anyway, the thread of affection under the attraction and guilt. I love the way he constructs the fantasy, bit by guilty bit, out of a version of Buck he does know. This is hot and a little achy and entirely delightful, thank you so much.

A bit I particularly loved:

Buck would be breathing fast, if he wanted this and was here.

Eddie feels bad for pulling him into this. Feels bad for making the Buck that lives in his head, that's always with him, do this.

AHHH. EDDIE.