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I had a backbone made of glass (and then it broke) by paperless_paperweight
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
19 Sep 2025
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Eddie replies: Cool. Thanks. It takes three tries to hit send, his fingers too tight on the phone.
Then turns off his phone like it’s radioactive. Like it might detonate from how hard his pulse is thudding in his fingertips. Tommy and Buck had hooked up again. Might be dating. Again. His grip on the beer bottle goes white-knuckled in an instant at his next thought.
Did they fuck in his bed?
The thought feels like a fist to the sternum. His jaw clenches so hard his teeth ache.
Story is finished. +/- 10K words per chapter
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“The name. Firehose.” Eddie’s eyes flicked down to the orange in his hands as he started on the next slice. “You said it had more to do with something else.”
“Oh! Right—well…” Buck laughed, a little awkward, rubbing the back of his neck and wringing his hands like he was debating whether or not he should answer. “I guess my question would be… do you know what hyperspermia is?”
Eddie froze mid-chew, then bit down—hard—on a slice of orange. The juice hit the back of his throat and sent him into a coughing fit.
Or; Eddie finds out Buck has hyperspermia and is totally normal and sane about it.
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Eddie has been on his knees before.
Eddie spent every Sunday of his childhood for years praying to a God that he did not understand. He knows the ache of prayer, the feeling of wood against his knees, he knows what it is to worship under watching eyes.
Now, at thirty-four, he’s on his knees again. This time, on the hardwood floor of his own living room. The timber here is more forgiving than the pews of his youth.
The watching eyes this time are Buck, heavy-lidded and leaning back, looking down at him.
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Eddie sucks Buck's dick for the first time. It's a religious experience if nothing else.
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“Is this my shirt?” Buck asked, unsuspecting as ever.
Eddie swallowed his guilt and dropped to the other side of the couch, practically hugging the armrest. “Yeah, I must’ve grabbed it by accident. It’s clean.”
And Buck just grinned, sniffed the shirt, and dropped it on the cushion beside him. “Smells better than when I took it off. Thanks, man.”
OR, Eddie steals Buck's clothes because he's a freak.
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“My dick is gone,” Eddie says, hushed but frantic.
Buck splutters, wide unblinking eyes still glued to Eddie’s crotch, eyebrows knit together harshly and dragging high on his forehead. Eddie would laugh at his ridiculous face if he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up. “It’s not gone, you have a—”
“Don’t say it,” Eddie warns weakly.
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Eddie wakes up with the wrong equipment. Buck is actually pretty normal about it, until he isn't.