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Or: 5 Times Eddie does something illegal to make Buck smile, and one time Buck joins him in an illegal activity
“Buck,” Eddie interrupts, placing his hand at the base of Buck’s neck, thumb digging gently into the hollow of his collarbone. “Where’s your spare?”
“My spare?” Buck asks dumbly, not quite getting the point of the question.
“Grab me your spare; I’ll just change the tire,” Eddie shrugs, then peels off his button-down, leaving him in a white wife beater. He moves with such ease, leaning down to inspect the booted tired, not a trace of worry on his face. On autopilot, Buck grabs the spare tire and his toolbox from the back of the car, stumbling a little as his eyes catch on the lines of Eddie’s biceps in the street lamp’s glow.
“Eddie, if we don’t leave in like ten minutes, we’re not going to make it,” Buck sighs, looking down at his friend crouched on the sidewalk.
Eddie stands up, stepping unbearably close to Buck, breath warm on Buck’s cheek. He reaches out and wraps his hand around the toolbox handle, their skin burning where their hands meet. “Good thing I only need five, Buckley,” Eddie smirks, giving Buck a wink as he pulls the toolbox from Bucks's suddenly loose grasp.
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“I’m a normal size.”
“No,” Buck says, insistent. “It’s— it’s thick, Eddie. Like— a real handful thick.”
Eddie ducks his head, swallowing hard. “I’m a— grower. By your definition. It gets bigger.”
Buck is still staring at him. Eddie does not look back. “Like an inch bigger?”
Grabbing his beer from the table, Eddie takes the last sip, hoping the chill of it will be some kind of cool balm over the flames within. It doesn’t help much. Quietly, he answers, “More.”
Buck gasps, loud and theatrical. “More?”
“Yes. Alright?” Eddie says tightly, his body flushes hotly. “More.”
A long second ticks by.
Abruptly and a little loudly, Buck asks, “Eddie, how big is your cock?”
Or: Buck finds out Eddie is hung. Seriously hung. This is mindblowing information to possess, apparently.
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- Part 17 of cjo + 911
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“You really are cockdumb. Not much going on in here, huh?” Eddie’s hand shifts on his face, the tip of his index finger taps twice against Buck’s temple. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re all dumb. Pretty toys don’t need to think.”
When he’s like this—fucked brainless on Eddie’s cock—Buck melts into the static of his mind, lost in the pleasure, lost in whatever Eddie chooses to offer him. He doesn’t need to think unless Eddie tells him to, doesn’t need to speak unless spoken to. Eddie handles all of it for him.
So, he nods in agreement.
Eddie’s right. He’s a pretty toy.
He doesn’t need to think.
Or: Buck enjoys getting called a dumb slut (affectionate) and Eddie looks after him.
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15 Apr 2026
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Eddie realized dimly that his hand was still lifted, phone pressed to his ear, the call still live – Buck’s voice spilling through the speaker, thin and panicked and far too loud:
“…Eddie, what is happening? Talk to me. Eddie.”
He should have kissed him before leaving the house, Eddie thought, as his knees gave out.
He should have kissed him more, period. Every chance he got. In the kitchen, from behind, hands wrapped around his waist. On the couch, during the quiet lull of a movie neither of them was watching. In the parking lot before a shift, just because he could. In the locker room as the bells went off – a good luck charm tucked just out of sight.
He should have stopped acting like there’d always be another time.
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Eddie refuses to talk about his feelings until the universe literally shoots him about it.
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- Part 6 of buddie nde fest
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“Great, so Copeland has it all sorted?” Buck asks, but he’s reading the page, and his stomach is sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
Because he sees it, the capitalized words in dark black ink.
DENIED.
“Deported, Evan. You didn’t fill out some paperwork on time, Copeland said she tried to call.”
There’s a knock at the door, and then in walks Diaz.
“Sorry, sorry to interrupt. Mr. Buckley, Carla’s on the line and she’s requesting your attention as soon as possible, says it’s an emergency,” Diaz is good, damn him, for a second Buck actually thought Carla needed him, and he’s taking a moment to breathe as Diaz keeps lying. “I told her you were engaged in a meeting, but she insisted, so…” Diaz trails off, looking at Buck oddly and that’s fair, because Buck’s staring at him like he's the solution to every puzzle in the world.
He just might be.
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Buck needs Eddie to stay in the country, Eddie needs Buck to keep his job. It's not fraud if you fall in love along the way, is it?
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- Part 3 of 911 Gotcha for Gaza Prompts
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