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Did the 118 really need a group chat?
That’s what Eddie was asking himself right now, cursing Hen for the day she had created the stupid thing. She’d insisted it would be easier to organize birthday parties and other holiday celebrations if all the adults could simply discuss the plans through a single text thread, including not only Eddie, Buck, Chim, and Bobby, but also Maddie, Karen, Athena, and Michael in the group.
It was a lot of people always annoying each other, talking over each other through texts, arguing at ridiculous hours of the night about which weekend would be best for a beach day or other frustratingly irrelevant topics.
It was a lot of people who would inevitably see the message that Eddie had just accidentally sent to the 118 group chat.
A video, to be precise. One he had filmed yesterday morning.
Of his secret boyfriend.
Of Buck.
They’d only been dating for three weeks, and it had been three blissful weeks at that. Every second of each night and day, Eddie’s skin burned to be touched anew by the gorgeous man who had miraculously fallen just as hard for Eddie as Eddie had fallen for him. It was amazing that nobody had found out about the change in their relationship yet, considering they could not keep their hands off each other. And when they were forced not to touch or risk giving themselves away, they still spent their days ogling the way each of them filled out their LAFD uniforms, or sending lude text messages to each other from across the room just to get the thrill of watching the other blush as he read the filthy words.
It had been the most passionate, lust-filled three weeks of Eddie’s life. But it was made all the more blistering by the fact that there was a deeper layer of love behind it. Every kiss. Every touch. Every last thrust and gasp. Composed entirely in love.
How he’d gained a boyfriend so incredibly seductive and wanton in every little way that each of his muscles twitched, Eddie would never know. Buck was absurdly hot no matter what he did, and it often left Eddie feeling like a pile of mush after the blue-eyed man would merely smirk or wink at him while at the station.
So who could blame him for wanting to document some of that hotness to savor in the moments when Buck had to return home to his loft? When Eddie could no longer keep him tied to his bedposts. So sometimes he took photos or videos. Buck didn’t mind it, and Eddie suspected that it even gave the man an ego boost.
There was the whole firefighter calendar debacle, after all. Buck clearly preened at being the object of such attention. He put in a lot of work for his incredibly muscular body, so if people felt the need to document it on camera, Eddie didn’t think Buck would be inclined to complain.
Nevertheless, yesterday morning had been a spur of the moment thing, Eddie pulling his phone off the bedside table while still lying naked and sticky in bed. Buck had just turned the shower off from the small bathroom connected to Eddie’s room, and Eddie hit record on his phone camera, aiming the lens right at the bathroom door, waiting for his naked boyfriend to emerge. Buck never bothered to wear a towel as he pranced around Eddie’s bedroom getting dressed for the day. He liked to show off for his man, and he clearly appreciated the praise Eddie would often call out at Buck’s beauty, for it would paint a lovely flush up his neck and across his still-damp face.
When Buck appeared around the open door, there was a cocky, satisfied grin resting on his features before he noticed Eddie holding the phone and recoiled for a second.
“Eds! You didn’t tell me you were filming!”
“I wanted to properly capture that arrogant demeanor. You’re always a little more coy if you know I’m filming you,” Eddie explained with both amusement and arousal in his voice.
Buck placed his right palm high up on the bathroom doorframe, leaning against it and crossing one naked ankle over the other. His dick was on full display, soft and spent from their earlier activities, although Eddie was already half hard from simply watching him stand there like that.
“God, it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something,” Buck teased.
“I can promise you that I am most definitely obsessed with you. Especially when you’re not wearing any clothes and you’re giving me that damned smoldering look.”
Buck chuckled. “So you’re just using me for my body? Is that it?”
“Obviously,” Eddie retorted, the sarcasm clear in his tone, “now get over here and put those sinful lips to good use, gorgeous.”
He was still filming the whole exchange, and Eddie gestured to his now fully hardened dick to show Buck exactly where he wanted him to put his skilled mouth.
The video went on for another ten minutes. All the way to Eddie’s second blissful orgasm of the morning.
And then this morning, Buck had asked him to send it to him, saying he’d like something to properly wake him up when Eddie couldn’t be there to do it himself.
And Eddie was about to send it when Christopher had hollered to his dad from the hallway about wanting breakfast, and in his hurry to get out of bed and feed his son, Eddie had stupidly clicked the 118 group chat rather than his private conversation with Buck.
He realized his mistake instantly, but it was too late to do anything about it.
Eddie: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOBODY CLICK ON THAT VIDEO
Buck: OH MY FUCKING GOD EDDIE WHAT DID YOU DO
Hen: OH MY GOD
Chimney: OH MY GOD MY EYES ARE BURNING
Buck: WHY DID YOU CLICK ON IT???? HE SAID NOT TO!!!
Buck: Maddie please tell me you did not click on that video
Eddie: Buck I’m so so so sorry. Please don’t break up with me
Athena: This is exactly why I said I did not want to be a part of this group chat, Henrietta.
Bobby: Perhaps it was not the best idea to have a group chat among coworkers. This is going to be an HR nightmare.
Karen: I think everyone is missing the important point here.
Chimney: I don’t want to talk about any of the points that were in that video.
Hen: Ew.
Eddie: Really, Chim?
Buck: Yeah, real mature.
Maddie: I think Karen is referring to the fact that Eddie and Buck are apparently fucking and didn’t bother to tell any of us about it?
Buck: Hey! We’re not ‘fucking’
Eddie: We’re making love
Buck: Exactly
Maddie: Ew.
Chimney: Ew.
Hen: Ew.
Karen: Barf.
Athena: We don’t need anymore details. We’ve already got video evidence, Buck.
Buck: Don’t be mad at me! Eddie was the one who sent the video.
Eddie: You’re the one who asked me to!
Buck: Not through the fucking group chat, you technologically-inept old man!
Bobby: Today is going to be a long shift, isn’t it?
Hen: Maybe you should just suspend the two of them for a week?
Eddie: What the fuck?
Buck: Rude.
Karen: Anywaaaaaaaay…. who won the bet, Hen?
Hen: Depends. When did you two morons first start ‘making love’?
Buck: What is going on?
Eddie: This feels like a trap of some sort.
Maddie: Answer the question Buck. How long have you been keeping this secret from me?!
Buck: Why am I still the sole target here? IM HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW
Eddie: Three weeks
Buck: Traitor
Hen: Shit. It was Michael then.
Five minutes passed.
Michael: What did I miss?
And as Eddie sat at his kitchen table across from his son shoveling cheerios into his mouth, his face had never burned a deeper shade of scarlet. His phone rang and he answered without even glancing at the name on the screen. He already knew who would be on the other end of the line.
“I absolutely cannot believe you did that,” Buck said through a dramatic groan.
“I know,” Eddie concurred in shame.
“Worst. Boyfriend. Ever,” Buck enunciated with pouty huffs.
“I know,” Eddie agreed even still.
“You owe me for that with your life, I hope you know.”
“I’ll gladly give it,” Eddie admitted with a small smile creeping onto his face.
“You have to spend the rest of forever making it up to me,” Buck told him.
“This better not be your idea of a marriage proposal… But yes, I will happily do that.”
Buck hummed in approval.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Eddie added.
He could hear the catch in Buck’s throat at the sound of the pet name Eddie frequently used for him.
“You’re relentless,” Buck admonished.
“You love it,” Eddie countered.
“Yeah… I really do,” there were equal parts longing and affection to his words.
Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the look Buck must be wearing, the one he so often adorned during post-coital cuddle sessions.
“I love you too, Buck,” he breathed into the phone.