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“How come you’re still awake?” Buck asks, antsy. He pulls at a loose thread inside one pocket with pinched fingers, rapidly picking apart the stitching. Better to unravel that than eight years of friendship all because said friend’s shorts have ridden up agonizingly at the thigh.
“I was waiting for you to get back. You’re kind of early, though.” Eddie’s eyes are tracked to the TV, but they dart over at Buck when he asks, “You strike out with Dixie?”
Which… Buck doesn’t even know where to start. He desperately needs to buy a vowel.
“Huh? Why—what—did I miss a text?”
Eddie, sat cross-legged on top of pearly-white cotton sheets, a vision so soft it’s making Buck dizzy, has the audacity to look puzzled. “Not from me. Why?”
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Eddie leaves a light on for Buck.
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Buck pops the sucker out of his mouth, swallowing the pool of sugary saliva it leaves.
Reaching over the gearstick, he pushes Eddie’s face, turning his head forward. His sticky fingers catch on the thin layer of stubble dusting Eddie’s jaw.
“Eyes on the road, Diaz. I don’t want to crash before Albuquerque.”
“Is crashing after Albuquerque okay?” Eddie asks.
“Hm, maybe.” Buck taps the sucker against his teeth, a hairline fracture cracking down the heart. “Then at least I can say I’ve been, y’know?”
buck and eddie take a road trip to nashville for the firefighter championship games
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“We need to talk,” Buck says. He barrels straight past Eddie, who is very much still standing in the middle of the damn doorway. He turns to watch Buck pace into the room, door still open behind him.
Mildly, Eddie says, “Okay. Can we do that in the morning?”
“I have to— now. It’s urgent, Eddie. This is—this is serious, and I need to say it now, or I’m going to explode, and you’ll have to drive home alone and explain what happened to Maddie, and you’ll have to bury just—just chunks of me, Eddie. Buck chunks. It’ll be the most closed casket of all time. They’ll have to put my casket in another casket just to make sure no one ever sees me. It would—”
“Okay, hey, slow your roll—” Eddie closes the door behind him, turning to watch as Buck stalks all the way inside like he owns the place.
Or: Buck, after drinks with Dixie at the bar, is unable to go through with hooking up. He needs to tell Eddie why. Immediately.
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- Part 9 of cjo + 911
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Dragging a hand down his face, Eddie says, “It was thirty seconds.”
“Of betrayal,” Buck says darkly.
A laugh bursts out of Eddie. “You’re–”
“I’m what?” Buck advances on him before stopping abruptly in the middle of the room. Behind him, the curry they’d been working on sizzles, oil burning. Neither of them does anything about it. “I’m right?”
“Jumping to conclusions,” Eddie grits out. He hates being cornered like this. “Like you always do.”
“Oh, okay,” Buck says, too brightly. “Same way you keep jumping through hoops to avoid saying anything you actually want to fucking say?”
Buck’s not being fair. None of this is fair. It’s not right, it’s not–
“Fuck you,” Eddie snaps.
OR: Buck and Eddie argue after Buck hooks up with a married couple.
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- Part 7 of cjo + 911
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“What do you think about?”
He thinks it’s a perfectly normal question to ask—who wouldn’t be curious about Eddie Diaz’s jerk off material? That’s just what being a good best friend means. Being curious. Asking the uncomfortable questions.
Eddie hesitates, lip caught between his teeth. “Nothing. Just—normal stuff. Ass, tits, shit like that.”
Buck raises his eyebrow at him skeptically. “Uh huh.”
“What?”
Affecting nonchalance, Buck shrugs. “You’re a detail-oriented person. I just… I don’t buy it. That you jerk off to the vague concept of a woman.”
Eddie huffs, cheeks going pink. Buck knows that look—he’s been caught in a lie.
“What do you think about?” Eddie asks, pivoting the conversation back to Buck.
Or: there was only one bed, and Buck is more than a little pent up.