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“You’re cheating,” Buck accuses.
“I’m winning,” Eddie pants, looking far too smug.
“I’m—” Buck tries to tug his arms free from Eddie’s hold to no avail. How is Eddie so damn strong? “I’m letting you.”
“You’re letting me pin you down? Do you like getting your ass handed to you, Buck?”
Heat floods Buck’s gut. He does like getting his ass handed to him. Or—no, well… he likes being pinned, or thrown against walls, or–or floors. But that’s different. That’s a sex thing. This is definitely not a sex thing. This is a bro thing. They’re bro-wrestling. Bro-housing. This is the most platonic thing Buck’s done in his entire life. He doesn’t know why he’s sweating.
Channelling his inner carpet python, he gives a determined wriggle, but Eddie’s hands tighten around his wrists. The feeling sends a shock through Buck’s spinal column.
Oh no.
Eddie, breathless and beautiful above him, repeats, “Say uncle.”
Breath stuttering out of him, Buck freezes.
Use your head, Buck thinks. His dick twitches. Then, panicked, the big one.
Or: Buck and Eddie wrestle over the remote. They forget the remote.
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- Part 16 of cjo + 911
Bookmarked by rock98
04 Apr 2026
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"Eddie!" Buck barges into Eddie's house with his strawberries and honey and burning need to understand what the fuck just happened. "Why have you been telling everyone at the farmer's market you're gay and have a husband??!"
"Uh, cause I haven't?" Eddie says, looking confused, mug halfway to his mouth.
"Then why does everyone at the farmer's market think you're gay and happily married?" Buck exclaims. "Gayly!"
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Everyone at the farmer's market thinks Eddie is gay and married, and Buck has no fucking clue how they got that idea.
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30 Mar 2026
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Lucky.
The word snagged in his chest.
He’d heard it a lot lately. Lucky the bolt hadn’t stopped his heart for good. Lucky the damage hadn’t been worse. Lucky to be back.
He wasn’t sure it was luck.
It felt more like a clerical error.OR
He had died. Three minutes. And he doesn't know how to deal with that.
Buck had been back with 118 for a month now and he still doesn't feel readjusted. He doesn't feel real, it's like he is an imposter in his own life - watching life happened to him through a wall of glass. -
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Somehow, Buck has Eddie’s lip print on his cheek. Eddie has marked Buck as taken and his, and oh. This is what Buck wants. He can’t walk around with a hickey on his neck, no matter how much he wants to (and god does he want to). But this could scratch the itch, allow Buck to feel claimed, to feel like Eddie’s being a little possessive, while maintaining secrecy. He can wipe off the lip balm where Eddie’s lips branded him and pretend like they’re best friends and nothing more.
Honestly? It’s so hot.
or, Buck wants to be marked by Eddie so badly; Eddie obliges with lip balm, lipstick, and hickeys. They fuck about it.
Bookmarked by rock98
31 Jan 2026
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It was odd—the little tilt of Eddie’s head, the twitch at the corner of his lips like he’s repressing a smile at Buck’s attitude. It’s… there’s something about it that has Buck’s inner, repressed brat perking up like a puppy hearing the word ball said out loud.
In which Buck is a brat, and Eddie tames him.
Bookmarked by rock98
25 Jan 2026