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Somehow, Buck has Eddie’s lip print on his cheek. Eddie has marked Buck as taken and his, and oh. This is what Buck wants. He can’t walk around with a hickey on his neck, no matter how much he wants to (and god does he want to). But this could scratch the itch, allow Buck to feel claimed, to feel like Eddie’s being a little possessive, while maintaining secrecy. He can wipe off the lip balm where Eddie’s lips branded him and pretend like they’re best friends and nothing more.
Honestly? It’s so hot.
or, Buck wants to be marked by Eddie so badly; Eddie obliges with lip balm, lipstick, and hickeys. They fuck about it.
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09 Jul 2026
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It’s almost pitiful, really. Buck looks desperate, his jaw hanging open, and he’s sweating, flushed. He needs more. What kind of friend would Eddie be not to give it, not to give Buck what he needs? That’s how he rationalizes it. It’s something they do; Buck gives things to Eddie without him even knowing what he needs; help, a listening ear, just his company. Eddie tries to do the same. Sometimes he thinks they know each other better than they know themselves. What is this but a continuation of that dynamic?
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Buck and Eddie roommates era, where Buck keeps having wet dreams, and Eddie helps.
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06 Jul 2026
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“I’m not having someone over,” he cuts in with a scoff.
A scoff.
Like the mere idea is preposterous.
“Then why do you want me to leave?”
“Because you’re gay!” Buck exclaims, accompanying his high-pitched statement with a hand gesture.
Eddie blinks.
Buck blinks back.
“I’m gay therefore I can’t… stay in?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raised in utter confusion.
or, Eddie comes out, Buck's a good friend about it.
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03 Jul 2026
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“Which do you think makes you feel most loved?”
Eddie thought for a long moment. Too long, maybe. Then he shrugged, “Honestly, Buck? I have no idea.”
Buck’s brows pinched up. “What do you mean? When have you felt the most loved?”
“Don’t make a big thing of this, Buck. Promise?”
Buck made a show of crossing his heart, brows still raised curiously.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever… really felt loved in a relationship? I’m not convinced that I know what makes me feel loved…”
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After finding out that Eddie doesn't know what his love language is, Buck sets about finding out for him. He begins a five week experiment, one for each love language, to figure out which will make Eddie feel the most loved.
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20 Jun 2026
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“I can’t keep doing this, Eddie. Your sweatpants are in my dresser. You buy the right spices at the farmer’s market for my recipes. You wear the monstrosities I knit for you. You hold my kid’s hand when we’re crossing the street.”
Eddie’s lips are at the hinge of his jaw, like he’s testing the waters. It makes Buck brave enough to bring a numb hand up to one of the belt loops on Eddie’s darkwash jeans, thumbing there restlessly—sliding the tips of his fingers under the hem of his obsidian button-down. The skin-to-skin contact is all at once relieving.
“I think we’ve both known what we are for a while now,” Buck goads, hushed; tilting to arch his neck back against the wall, granting Eddie unlimited access, praying he takes the explicit invitation. “You’re my best friend. But this isn’t sustainable.”
or: Buck's sick of pretending.
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19 Jun 2026