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  1. Public Bookmark 37

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    "Seriously?" Eddie says, in that dry, fond tone that means he's probably going to go along with this, he's just gotta give Buck shit about it first. "You don't have anyone else to practice on?"

    Or: Buck wants to practice rope bondage. Eddie agrees to help him out. It gets out of hand.

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    08 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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    03 Jul 2026

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    By the end of Eddie’s little nighttime routine, Buck’s not made any progress. Eddie puts his hands on his hips, eyes bright with amusement as he looks at Buck.

    “Need a hand with that?” he asks.

    Buck blinks at him. “What?”

    Eddie offers him his palm. Buck stares at it blankly for a second before Eddie’s gently prying his fingers off his toothbrush, stepping in between Buck’s legs. Buck has to look up to meet his eyes, and Eddie helps him along by tilting up his chin with one gentle finger.

     

    or, eddie brushes buck’s teeth for him because he’s drunk. buck gets hard about it.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Eddie’s eyes are squeezed shut, and Buck feels something inside him crack when this helpless, devastated sob wracks his body, eyelashes clumped with tears he’s not letting fall.

    “Fuck,” he says, wobbly. “I just—God, I feel fucking insane. I know, logically—fuck.”

    “What do you need?” Buck asks again. “What can I do?”

    Eddie makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t know. I don’t know why this won’t stop.”

    “Okay,” Buck says, trying desperately to think of what he finds comforting when he’s in a bad place. Or what Eddie reaches for when he needs comfort. The answer is simple enough—a literal reach for each other, reassurance in the magnetism with which they lean into the other’s orbit. A hand on a shoulder, a press of bodies beside each other, a nudge of knees under the table. “Can I, uh. Can I touch you?”

     

    or, eddie panics. buck holds him.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Eddie’s massage therapist is Briana. 

    He confirmed this six times: twice on the website, once during a phone call he made from his truck in the grocery store parking lot like it was a covert operation, three more times in the confirmation email.

    "Eddie?"

    He looks up.

    That is not Briana.

    The guy standing in the hallway entrance is tall and built like someone whose job description wildly undersold the physical reality. There's a birthmark above his eye that shouldn't work but does, way too much, and his scrubs fit him well. They — okay. They fit him obscenely well, actually.

    His arms. God, his arms. They're just arms. Everyone has arms.

    Eddie is suddenly, involuntarily, thinking about what it would feel like to have those arms braced on either side of him. Or around him. Or holding him down.

    Which is not a thought he's ever had about a man's arms before. He's pretty sure. He's almost sure. He's going to move on from this.

    He is going to stop looking at the arms.

    Any second now.

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    It's just a massage. Eddie can survive that. Right?

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    23 Jun 2026