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Buck wonders, suddenly, if Eddie’s on any dating apps. Or — God forbid — Grindr.
He looks up when Eddie makes a small noise. His gaze finds Eddie’s mouth first, pink and right there, before he very stubbornly reorients to Eddie’s eyes. His eyes that, suddenly, bear a heat Buck’s grown used to over the past couple of months.
“Wanna?” Eddie murmurs, tapping Buck’s hip. “After dinner?”
Heat pools in Buck’s gut, and he nods, a little dazed. “S-sure. Yeah, sure.”
Or: Buck and Eddie fuck sometimes. As friends. With a self-imposed no-talking-during-sex rule. This is fine with Buck. He’s really chill about it.
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- Part 18 of cjo + 911
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28 May 2026
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“Sit on me.”
It’s an insane thing to offer. Logically, Eddie knows this. Nobody in their right mind would do what he’s about to do, but Eddie’s starting to think maybe he isn’t in his right mind.
“Sit on you?”
“On my thighs,” Eddie explains. “That way you, uh. You know. You can touch.”
“Your ass?”
Eddie nods.
A small, wheezy laugh slips past Buck’s lips. “You want me to sit on you and j-jerk off to porn?”
“And touch,” Eddie adds.
Or: Buck wants to hit the town and get laid. Eddie is vehemently against this idea.
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28 May 2026
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He realizes it right before everything goes to shit. He’s just standing there in the loft and Eddie’s handing him Christopher’s backpack and talking about “he’s not that fast” and “order pizza” and Buck sort of stares at him—partly in shock, partly in reverence—and he thinks "I love you." He shoves it down immediately, of course, as far down as it’ll go, but the fact of the matter is, it’s there somewhere, floating around inside of him. He can’t get rid of it now.
Not that it matters all that much, though, because there’s the whole quitting thing and the lawsuit thing and the argument in the grocery store and by the time he’s given his (re)start date he knows; he well and truly fucked up.
or: another classic post-lawsuit fic. Angst, hurt, some comfort, more angst, more comfort.- Language:
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27 May 2026
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“Is everything okay?” Eddie asks, his tone shifting. The background noise crackling through the phone quiets somewhat, till all Buck can really pick out is the muted rubber impacts against concrete and indistinguishable shit-talking. It sounds fun over there. If you’re into basketball. Which Eddie is.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Well, no,” Buck says, and he knows that isn’t helpful. He remembers the last and only time he’d gone to one of those games, when he’d very swiftly destroyed both the mood and Eddie’s ankle because he couldn’t handle his own feelings. He wonders when he’ll stop being a lumbering bull in Eddie’s life.
“Are you alright?” Eddie asks, slow, like he’s talking to a scared child on a call, “Did something happen?”
“I’m fine. It’s just– My mom died.”
OR: Margaret Buckley dies. Buck is fine, but Eddie keeps showing up, and Buck really doesn't understand why.
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27 May 2026
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Buck chuckles, digging his fingernails into the expanse of Eddie’s hips. “Don’t forget the name of the game… truth or dare?”
“I hate you,” Eddie hisses as he lets his head hit the door with blunt force, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. Bad idea. That may hurt tomorrow.
“Feels like it.” Buck pauses to pull back, sweat dripping down his forehead, his cheeks blotchy and his nose beet red. Eddie wants to lick it up, wants to take another shot of tequila and chase it down with Buck’s sweat and a squeeze of lime. “You’re still so hard, Eds.”
Or; Eddie and Buck get drunk on tequila and they play a very intense game of Truth or Dare.
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26 May 2026