3 Works by realil
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"Do what?" Buck went quiet, grabbing two shot glasses and holding one out to Eddie. "Just.. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬- trust me..."
Eddie nodded, taking the shot glass but refusing to look around the room.
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.
Buck grabbed Eddie's hand with the salt on it and held out his wrist in front of Eddie's face.
"Buck.. Are we..? "
He didn't need to say more, he wouldn't. Why would he miss this opportunity? They'd known each other for years, he knew what Buck wanted him to do.
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸."..You ready?" Buck pushed his flannel sleeve up so Eddie would have better access. Eddie made a choked sound and nodded, unsure if Buck had heard him, or if he even saw Eddie nod, but just as he was about to say something, he felt something wet and warm glide along the space that divided his thumb and pointer finger.
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In an attempt to admit his feelings for Buck, Eddie says they should go to a gay bar together, so Eddie can, well, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.
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"Lick it up, Johnny"
God, that sentence was going to haunt him for the rest of the night, much like the man who said it. Fucking ghosts.
The damned words took residence in his thoughts, living rent free while they cracked open a cold one with the vulgar daydreams he had of his superior.
Fuck.
If the reminder didn't send a rush through his system, the liquor did. It burned, Bourbon being ever the preformer, and even served as an aid in his spiral. Throughout the night, he'd been getting these nice little tokens for his troubles, and he didn't even realize they were there until they were spilling out of the damn satchel.
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Ghost wasn't big on following any new and upcoming technologies. He was content with knowing just enough to operate as needed, and function as a modern person. But this... This was kinda cool, he supposed. And the dance him and Soap had been having around each other for far too long, finally ended, so it was more than cool. It became something special...