"Fuck... say it."
"What?"
"My name. Say it, Eddie..."
"Buck..."
"Again."
"Buck..."
"Fuck, it sounds so good coming from you..."
"Got a mouth on you when you're like this. You know that?"
"You know you do too."
"Buck... Buck... Buck..."
"You're killing me here, Eds."
"Mmm... Buck... Buck... Want you so bad Buck... Want you inside me, Buck... want you with me, Buck..."
"Shit- so good with your hands... thinking about the other night. How you had your hand around me before... Fuck- the way you were touching me..."
"I love touching you, Buck. Love getting my hands all over you..."
"Mmm... mhm..."
"God, you sound like such a mess..."
"Mess for you, Eddie... Your mess..."
"My mess..."
"So close..."
"Want to hear you say my name when you finish..."
"Mmm... Mmm..."
"So close too... need to hear you say my name... come for me, baby, please... I know you're so close. Please... For me, baby. Please..."
"Oh- Eddie... Fuck... Eddie..."
"Oh fuck, yeah, that's it... Shit, Buck... Oh my- Hmm..."
"Eddie..."
"... so hot when you moan my name like that."
"..."
"..."
"Eds..."
"Yeah?"
"Can I come see you?"
"Is that a good idea?"
"C'mon, don't use that against me..."
"Buck, you know I want to see you. Just wondering if you thought it was another bad idea..."
"Well, we already did this, but we probably shouldn't- I thought maybe I could just come over and watch a movie or something. Just... want to see you."
"Of course you can come see me."
"Okay, I'll be there in thirty minutes."
"Hey." Eddie opens the door with a smile. It's getting darker earlier, so it's just Buck and the porch light. Eddie swears it casts a halo around him. "Come in." Buck looks good...
Sure, Eddie changed out of his sweats and fixed his hair, maybe shaved... but Buck is dressed up for him too. He has no doubt about it when Buck takes off his coat and he gets a waft of the cologne. The same cologne he wore that first night...
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Don't Blame Me (Blame My Ex) || Buddie
FanfictionAn 8x06 coda where Eddie is letting himself be happy, and Buck is still spiraling about "I'm not your last; I'm your first."
The Thing About Family
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