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The music was blasting, drinks flowing like a river and Buck was dancing in the middle of a huge mass of bodies. Eddie approached him and grabbed him by the shoulder.
“Hey!” Buck turned his head to look at whoever was trying to grab his attention.
“What?” Buck looked at him disoriented. He wasn’t drunk, no. He was just happy. And maybe a little bit overwhelmed by the music. Maybe he was going to get out of this party with a bit of an acoustic trauma, but he couldn’t care less. He was happy.
Eddie shoved Buck closer to him, his mouth on Buck’s ear. “Nothing, just hey.”
“Oh, hey to you too!” The bodies that surrounded them were pushing them closer together.
“Ali is here.” Buck gasped and crouched a little, letting his head fall to Eddie’s shoulder.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, she’s over there, but--” Bucks’ eyes widened in terror, “no, don’t look,” he yelled. “Just pretend to be my date.”
Eddie grabbed him by the waist and swung him around. “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”
“Yeah.” He beamed at Eddie who was looking at Buck in disbelief. “Just pretend like we’re happy, you know?”
“I don’t need to pretend, Buck.” Eddie cackled and turned Buck around to hug him.
“Mhmm.” Buck put his arms around Eddie’s neck and felt his boyfriend lips on his, with a hint of a taste of lemon and salt.