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“That right there? Pure force. You could, like…hold someone down without any trouble.”
It slipped out before he could think too hard about it, and immediately he felt the air shift. Buck regretted saying these words out loud to a degree. It was one thing to think like this about your best friend and enjoy looking at him during a workout, but saying these words out loud to said best friend’s face? A totally different thing. Where was the rewind button when you needed it?
Eddie didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He just stared at Buck, his expression unreadable.
Buck laughed, trying his hardest to chase away the moment. “I mean, not that you’d…uh…hold me down or anything.” His cheeks started to burn. God, he sounded absolutely ridiculous.
Eddie’s mouth curved, slow and deliberately, into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You sound awfully sure of yourself.”
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or: Buck jokes about Eddie's thighs and ends up riding them
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25 Jan 2026
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Eddie doesn’t give him a chance to keep quiet; he strokes him roughly within the confines of his pants, the glide slicked by the wetness leaking from the tip of his cock. Buck moans helplessly into Eddie’s mouth.
“This is—” He breaks off with a gasp, hips rutting desperately against Eddie’s fist, “—Such a fucking bad idea.”
Eddie’s hand slips out, barely visible for a second before Eddie pulls back to spit in it. Buck doesn’t even get a chance to groan about how hot the sight of that is before it disappears inside Buck’s pants again, wrapping around him tightly and fisting over his length.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, pressing up onto his toes just an inch or so to brush their mouths together. “You want me to stop?”
A smarter man would say yes. A smarter man would at least suggest they at least duck into a supply closet or down into the showers.
Buck has never claimed to be a smart man.
“No,” he whispers. “Don’t stop. D—Don’t stop touching me. Please.”
“Good boy,” Eddie’s hand curves over the head of Buck’s cock, his fist tight and slick. “So polite.”
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Kinktober day nine: Clothed Sex
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25 Jan 2026
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“Rav, I’ll just be—”
He glances up, and that is not Ravi Panikkar. Instead, it’s Eddie Diaz who stands there in full goalie gear, grinning down at him like they’re old friends. “Hey, man. Just thought I’d say hey. Gonna be fun being on the same team for once, yeah?”
Buck scoffs, standing and grabbing his stick. “Right.”
“C’mon, man. We’re teammates now.” Eddie tugs off a glove and holds out his hand. “Fresh start?”
Fresh start. Sure. Like he’s not stepping into Chimney’s spot, acting like they’re not massive boots to fill. Like, he hasn’t spent years being a massive dick every time they’ve gone head-to-head. Like Buck is supposed to just—
Buck shakes his head, huffing before pushing past him, shoulders colliding roughly as he makes his way out of the locker room.
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Buddie Hockey AU
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25 Jan 2026
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Eddie is there. Eddie, in his stupid grey-ish purple tank and tiny, tiny shorts. He’s grinning, sweat beading across his brow and glistening down his cheeks. He lifts a hand, tapping his ear, and mouths, ‘take it out.’
That’s fine. Eddie wants to talk to him. Buck loves it when Eddie talks to him. He’s great at eye contact. Eddie’s got great eyes, too. Buck could look at them for hours.
He presses pause on the machine, and it slows to a stop, fingers plucking the headphone out of his ear. “What’s up?”
“Why were your eyes closed?” Eddie asks, amusement dancing around his words.
He doesn’t have a good answer for that. “Uh—I was focusing.”
“Uh-huh, you looked very focused. Also kind of constipated.”
“Thank you, Eddie,” he huffs, grabbing his small towel from the handle and wiping his face off. “Did you need something? Or are you just here to heckle my workout?”
Eddie laughs, shaking his head fondly before jerking his head to gesture to where he’d just been lifting weights. “You mind spotting me? I can do you after.”
I can do you after.
Jesus Christ.
Or: How Eddie Diaz's perfect thighs ruined Buck's workout.
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When they make it back to the station, Eddie expects things to go back to normal. Clearly, he imagined something, his own guilt transpiring into something edging toward an auditory hallucination. He pushes on, shedding his gear and making his way into the kitchen. He chops up the vegetables handed to him, slicing them finely, long fingers careful with the blade, well, until—
I don’t even know how to stop staring. God, his hands. Holy shit. I wonder how many of his fingers would fit in my mouth—
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie chokes, knife slipping in his hand, almost nicking his finger. He pauses, placing the knife to the side of the chopping board. “What did you—what was that?”
Buck looks up from where he’d been staring at Eddie’s hands, catching his eye. “Huh?”His eyes are beautiful, Buck says—or his voice does. Eddie watches, but there, right in front of him, Buck’s mouth is unmoving.
OR Eddie's forced to confront the situation at hand because he can't get Buck's voice out of his damn head.
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25 Jan 2026