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any scenario but either buck or eddie is producing milk for some reason and the other one helps out (maybe “platonically” until it isn’t anymore). it’s a weird one i know, but there is something soooo intimate about letting someone in on a secret you have/a thing you maybe feel ashamed about, and allowing them to help you with something so vulnerable. what’s a little milking between friends.

and also: tits. love them

+1 especially if buck is the one lactating 🙂‍↕️

please

Oh man what if Eddie, though…

There would be a lot of shame wrapped up in that…

…hm.

love the way you think!! is it a new thing or is he hiding it for a while?

(and is angsty allowed?)

(op) ohhh that would give him so many problem i love it, but tbh whatever angle is the most fun to write! and angst is always delightful

Eddie’s been on edge lately, which is putting it lightly. Buck can see it, hell, anyone can. And it’s perfectly understandable too. Eddie’s under a lot of stress, with Chris in Texas and his parents being his parents, and–in typical Eddie fashion–he’s not talking about it. Not even with Buck. And Buck tried, of course he did, but there’s something about that blank mask Eddie puts on when Buck digs too deep–it’s scary.

So yeah, Eddie’s on edge. He’s taking on as many extra shifts as he legally can, spends his downtime pummeling the punching bag at the station gym or going ham on the weights, and Buck is not sure, but he thinks Eddie’s sleeping less too, or at least sleeping worse. Eddie’s trying, Buck knows that too, he puts on this affable face and he’s more or less the same with the team, there is no lashing out or, like, performance issues on the field. Nothing Buck can directly point at. By all accounts, Eddie seems to have a handle on it.

And still. Eddie’s keeping his distance. And like, call Buck nosy or overstepping, but the last time Eddie kept a secret he was seeing a doppelgänger of his dead wife and Chris fled the state, so Buck thinks he might be in the right with his concern. It’s not his unhealthy, codependent obsession with Eddie, no matter what Chim says, because first of all, that’s not a thing. And the pity in Hen’s eyes doesn’t need to be addressed either, because Buck’s ignoring it. Bobby, he couldn’t ignore that easily, but for now, Bobby’s holding his breath. Buck doesn’t know, maybe Bobby and Eddie are talking? Part of him hopes so, another part–the selfish, dickish, immature part Buck would like to smoulder with a pillow–is screaming ‘why not me?’ loudly.

It’s okay. It’s okay until they get a call in the middle of the night to the middle of nowhere. Car crash. Two vehicles. Mom and dad and infant baby in one, mom and dad DOA. And the baby crying and screaming at a deafening volume and already blue in the face, loud enough to be heard over the racket. A shocked teenage girl in the other, alive but mostly unresponsive. Absolute nightmare scenario.

Bobby directs them calmly, Buck and Eddie are the ones working to get the doors of the sedan open to get to the baby, Chim waiting in the wings in case they need him. Ravi and Hen are working on the other car, extracting the girl. And over all the noises–Bobby’s unwaveringly level voice giving them orders, the saws of life against steel doors, a group of people working together, still the wailing of one scared or hurt infant.

It’s honestly fascinating, such tiny lungs and ribcage and still that unending and never actually descending scream of fear and sheer unhappiness. Where is it taking all that breath from? Maybe from an infant's understanding of how unfair what just happened is. Buck doesn’t know.

It’s Eddie who finally manages to scoop the baby out of its seat and it’s him who pats it down with gentle hands. The wailing still goes strong but Eddie barely winces at it. He’s talking softly, Buck can see his lips moving, but Buck can’t hear anything, being too far away, and the little one too loud.

“I think he’s alright,” Eddie says over the noise. “Physically at least. Diaper is full, though.” He’s cradling the baby now, softly rocking him back and forth. It seems to help only marginally.

A couple of looks get exchanged and then Chim darts forward and starts rummaging around the totaled car.

He emerges triumphantly, “Found the bag!” and he gently shepherds Eddie and the wailing baby towards the engine for some privacy.

At the same time Hen and Ravi call for Buck’s help with the backboard to load the girl into the ambo. “We need to get her to the hospital ASAP,” Hen says to Bobby. “I need Chim’s help.”

“Ravi, you drive the ambulance, Hen and Chim, with the girl. Buck, Eddie–we take the little guy to CHLA once the police and the coroner arrive for the parents.”

Ravi looks relieved. “Do you think it says something about me, that I’m glad to get away from the noise?”

Chim steps out of the engine, disinfecting his hands. “It’s a number two, but Eddie’s got it handled, cap,” he says with a big grin.

And then the ambo leaves with emergency lights and siren blaring, which gets the little one all worked up again.

Eddie tries to hand the baby to Bobby to help Buck with the extraction work, but the baby isn’t having it and he’s holding onto Eddie with all his might. Which is also fascinating, how strong a baby’s grip can be. Bobby just shrugs and helps Buck instead, while Eddie’s trying to get the baby settled. Finally the bodies are extracted and there isn’t anything more they could do for them. Their baby is still cranky and crying heartbreakingly. Like maybe he knows.

“I think he’s hungry,” Eddie says, still rocking and bouncing the baby carefully in his arm.

Bobby exchanges glances with both of them. “Dispatch, how long until the police arrive? We’ve got a hungry infant here with us.”

“Should be out less than ten minutes,” dispatch answers.

“With the drive to CHLA that’s a pretty long wait, cap,” Eddie says.

“See if you can get the baby comfortable, sometimes skin contact helps to calm babies at least a little bit,” dispatch says, having listened.

“Do it,” Bobby says to Eddie, and Eddie shrugs and steps back into the engine. Buck is–he kinda wants to be in the engine as well, to help, maybe. Bobby notices, he half smiles and waves towards the engine. “Go see if you can help them.”

Buck needn’t be told twice, he basically runs to the engine, but then stops himself, takes a breath, wouldn’t do to scare the little boy further, he thinks, and enters silently.

The baby is obviously still fussy and still hasn’t stopped crying, so Eddie doesn’t notice Buck and Buck can watch them for a moment without being spotted and–and–

Eddie’s sitting down and his turnout coat is opened and his LAPD shirt is opened too, and he has the baby resting on his chest, cradling him close with one arm and the other is–

Buck frowns, steps closer to see–

Eddie has his eyes closed and his face is pulled into a grimace of–pain? And his finger is–he’s rubbing at his own nipple and Buck has no idea what’s going on, but the baby seems to latch on and–Eddie sighs. Buck stares.

Is Eddie nursing the baby? How? What? Buck–Buck has no idea what he thinks, what he feels. But it’s a lot. It’s–

“Ed–Eddie?” his voice comes out unbidden, hoarse and stumbling, and Eddie deflates at it, not actually surprised, but he slumps further into his seat, still holding the baby to his chest. “Eddie?”

“Shh, come on in if you have to,” Eddie says and doesn’t open his eyes. “Quietely.”

It’s almost silent in the engine. On account of the baby sucking on Eddie’s nipple like–like he actually feeds from him. From Eddie.

Without a thought Buck steps in closer. He can’t tear his eyes away from the sight. It’s–it’s–shockingly intimate. Weird. Lovely. Confusing. Amazing. Beautiful.

“Eddie, what—”

“Shhh–” Buck has no idea if the shushing was towards him or towards the baby, who Eddie gently bounces, “careful, careful. I know, I know you’re hungry.” Okay, so not towards Buck.

Buck steps closer still until he’s on the adjacent seat, still watching. Eddie’s very tense, Buck notices.

“It’s called galactorrhea,” Eddie says, and this time it’s definitely towards Buck and he sounds defensive. “It’s a medical condition.”

This finally makes Buck wrench his eyes away from the baby on Eddie’s chest, the baby nursing on Eddie’s chest, to look at Eddie’s face. Eddie’s eyes are open and he winces slightly, from discomfort or pain or awkwardness, Buck doesn’t know. He’s blushing.

Buck still has no idea what to say.

“Is it–is it actually giving him his nutrients?”

Eddie shrugs, but relaxes a bit. “Think so, it’s made of the same stuff. At least it seems to help this little guy.” He nods towards the baby who for the first time since they met him actually looks comfortable, soothed. Buck feels a weird clench in his stomach.

“But you–are you–is it–”

“Deep breathes, Buck,” Eddie says calmly, maybe a bit amused too. He seems more at ease now, while Buck is flailing. Eddie looks–beautiful. He looks so fucking lovely like this, Buck can‘t look away. “Can you make that into a question?”

Buck blinks at him. “Is it like a superpower you have?” It just blurts out of his mouth.

Eddie actually smiles at that and shakes his head. “What kind of superpower is that?”

“I don’t know. It’s cool!” Cool might be the wrong word. But Buck can’t translate the emotions he feels right now into words. And Eddie might get spooked again by them anyway.

Eddie shakes his head at Buck, but he looks almost fond. His hand on the baby looks natural.

In the distance they can hear sirens approaching and it stirs the baby again.

“Oh, buddie, no no, it’s okay, it’s all okay, shhhh, I got you,” Eddie murmures and picks the baby up to kiss his head. “You’re gonna be okay, shhh.”

Maybe Buck should go outside, help Bobby, but he can’t. He can’t leave this, whatever it is. Because Eddie is now rubbing at his other nipple and carefully getting the baby back to sucking on it and–a thousand horses couldn’t get Buck to leave.

“What does it feel like?” His voice is hoarse, and he needs to know. He never needed to know anything more.

“Hm? Weird. Kinda uncomfortable. Tight. But–” Eddie shrugs carefully, his eyes down on the baby. “Nice. Weird.” He takes a deep breath as if to gather himself. “I’ve never done this before.”

Buck stares at the tiny mouth, the tiny lips, the contrast to Eddie’s skin, his chest hair. He doesn’t think. “I wish I could do that too.”

Eddie just looks at him from beneath his lashes and Buck feels uncomfortably seen, like Eddie can look right inside Buck and see all his weird desires and wants and this fucked up jealousy. And Eddie looks almost helplessly sorry.

“I wish I could give it to you,” he says and the moment feels charged with something Buck can’t even name. Eddie sounds honest.

Without a thought Buck reaches out–it’s like a pull, a compulsion–and he touches Eddie’s other nipple and–it’s still wet.

Eddie stares at him.

Buck stares at his own hand. He knows he’s flushed bright red. His fingers rub at the wetness. “Can I?” He has no idea what he’s asking for.

“Buck–” Eddie starts. He‘s still cradling the baby. How did Buck forget about the baby?

“Buck!” Bobby yells at the same time. “Come out and help us?”

Buck jumps. He had completely forgotten about everything. Bobby. The police. The fucking dead parents of the baby currently being nursed by Eddie. The baby itself. Anything that isn’t Eddie. His best friend Eddie. Eddie who is nursing a child.

“Go,” Eddie says, but gently.

So Buck goes.

~~~

He can’t stop thinking about it. Shift ended, the baby given into the care of the CHLA and probably onwards to relatives or child’s services. Buck doesn’t know. Somehow they managed not to talk about it. The whole drive back, with Eddie and the baby in the engine and Bobby driving, Buck managed not to make it weird. Weirder. By the time he returned inside the engine the baby had finished nursing and was sleeping on Eddie’s chest, looking small and vulnerable but finally at ease. Eddie too looked relaxed and tired, but happy somehow. They didn’t talk at all. Buck googled galactorrhea and he stared for too long at Eddie’s chest, carefully not thinking anything.

Now, back at the loft, he should sleep, he is tired, but he can’t stop thinking about it. Eddie’s big hands cradled around the tiny baby. The way he got his own milk flow started with his fingers. Eddie’s face–that tight, almost uncomfortable frown, but also the softness beneath that. Buck has no idea what nursing feels like, but maybe, he thinks, it would feel wonderful. Close and intimate and full of love. Smelling that sweet baby smell. Holding something so tiny and precious and feeding it from your body. Being held and loved like that. He thinks it probably feels like heaven.

He wants that. He wants that so bad he can taste it. He’s so fucking hard in his pants too. He has no idea what’s going on. His dick is making the wrong assumption about this, because there was a baby right there on Eddie’s chest, and Eddie’s straight and his best friend and it’s absolutely not okay to perv on this, but–but his dick is still hard.

He can’t stop thinking about his fingers on Eddie’s nipple either. The wetness. He wishes he had tasted it. He should have tasted it. He should–

It’s another compulsion he can’t fight that makes him get up, get dressed and into his jeep. That makes him knock on Eddie’s door.

Eddie opens and looks at him and Buck swears Eddie knows. He looks disheveled. Actually, Eddie looks like he’s been crying.

“Buck,” Eddie says, but he doesn’t sound normal, instead he sounds raw and broken and–

Buck is not thinking when he pulls Eddie into his arms, close as he can get, when he buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie gasps and his hands grasp at Buck’s back, pulling him closer still. Eddie’s shaking in his arms and Buck can’t not try. He has to help somehow.

“Eddie–” and maybe Buck whines and his hands are full of Eddie, his clothes, his hair, finally finding skin and touching him.

Eddie lets him. Eddie lets him and pulls him closer and along until they stumble to Eddie’s bedroom, shedding clothes on the way.

Buck has no idea what’s going on, but he needs to be closer. “Eddie,” he keeps begging until finally Eddie’s shirt is gone and they’re on the bed and he can put his mouth on Eddie. On Eddie’s nipple. And it’s already puffy and it looks like it hurts and Buck only wants to help, to help and maybe taste, and maybe feel that–that–that love. He latches on.

He’s sucking with his lips, and tries massaging the nipple with his tongue, his fingers trying to get the milk flow going–he’s not thinking. Eddie’s hands on his back and in his hair, Eddie’s soothing voice, moaning and gasping and praising and–

Taste explodes in his mouth and Buck keeps sucking and swallowing. It’s sweet and fatty and it tastes weird, but nice and he needs more–

“Shhh, shhh sweetheart, baby, it’s okay.” Eddie’s so gentle with him, stroking his hair and holding Buck so close to his own body. “Shhh, be careful, slow down, it’s okay.”

Buck still can’t believe this is happening but he can’t stop.

“Careful, careful, it’s okay, shhh…” Eddie keeps muttering softly and it’s so good and so nice, and Buck is completely taken by surprise too when he starts sobbing in Eddie’s arms. Eddie doesn’t falter, just pulls him even closer, wraps his comforter around them and keeps playing with Buck’s hair. “You’re good, Buck, you’re so good, it’s okay.”

~~~

After–it should be awkward after. But Buck thinks maybe he’s too confused, too exhausted to make it awkward, and Eddie’s too worried maybe, definitely also exhausted, so they fall asleep like that, in each other’s arms, safe.

But after that, when Buck wakes up to an empty bed, he knows that this is it. One step too far. Fuck, he just barged in and started fucking molesting Eddie–who does that? What the fuck did he do? Why?

As if summoned by Buck’s self-flagellation, Eddie appears in the doorway, he’s shirtless and his nipples are beyond puffy now, his pecs are swollen like small breasts. Buck stares and has to look away instantly. Eddie’s holding a cold pack to them and Buck feels like he’s drowning in shame.

“Did–did I hurt you?”

“No, they’re just–” Eddie shrugs, winces slightly. “Sore.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Eddie! I shouldn’t have–” Buck’s clenching at the comforter, unable to look in Eddie’s face. “You must hate me.”

“Must I?” Eddie asks tonelessly.

Buck nods. “I‘ll get out of–”

“That’s too bad,” Eddie says, speaking right over Buck. “I was kinda thinking you might help me with this.” He gestures to his pecs.

Buck stares at him.

“What?”

“It gets uncomfortable after a while,” Eddie says like that explains it. He‘s blushing, which is the only thing giving him away, Eddie’s always so good at faking ease.

“Eddie—“

“Unless you don’t want to?”

Buck huffs at that. “I think I made it pretty clear that I want to. But–”

Eddie shrugs again and sits down on the bed next to Buck. “Hey.”

“You were crying,” Buck says and tries to ignore just how red and puffy Eddie’s nipples are close up. It’s distracting but he needs to focus here.

“It’s just hormones. You know the body releases all that oxytocin when breastfeeding, and when I had to give that little guy to the nurse–it’s just the crash down.”

He says it so simple, like knowing the cause made it feel less horrible, but Buck saw him and Buck knows him and–

“Eddie,” he tries to make his voice sound less empathetical, because he knows Eddie hates pity and that he’s sensitive about this. “C’mon here.” He lifts his arms, and Eddie shakes his head but comes and lets himself be held.

“I just really miss him,” he says into Buck’s skin, and Buck knows he isn’t talking about the baby anymore.

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sorry op, this is less sexy than you probably wanted 🙈

oh this is so lovely and tender ❤❤❤❤❤❤

this was just lovely!!!

(op) WOAH YOU GOT LIKE REAL PLOT OUT OF MY INSANE PROMPT. this rules holy shit. i need to take a walk (extremely positive)

Oh my god now I desperately want to know what happens when Buck helps. This is so good!

Not to sound like I’m bad at sexting but, haha, and then what?

This is so beautiful!! I could read a multi chapter fic for this omg I loved it 😍🥰❣️

this is a DELIGHT

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