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Eddie is chopping vegetables in the station kitchen, preparing his Abuela’s vegan version of tamale’s for the team’s lunch.
Bobby is sat close by at the table, keeping a watchful eye on him - their Captain still hasn’t forgiven Eddie for singeing his pan 3 months ago. Hen and Chimney are also sat at the table, but reading their books - medical and baby, naturally - and Buck is beaming at Eddie from his seat at the island.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Eddie chuckles with a faint blush.
“You’re making special vegan food, just for me.” Buck states.
“No, I’m making Abuela’s vegan tamale’s for the team Nothing special about it.” Eddie waves him off halfheartedly.
“Yeah, the vegan tamale’s that Abuela makes especially for me.” Buck stresses, still grinning away.
“Okay, fine,’ Eddie huffs, still refusing to look up from the vegetables. ‘I’m making them mainly for you.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Buck asks, suddenly right behind Eddie.
Eddie jumps in shock, and nicks his finger on the sharp knife as he does. He cradles his bleeding finger close to him as he yells. “Ow! Shit, Buck! You can’t just creep up on me like that, man!”
“Fuck, shit, I’m so sorry Eds!’ Buck cries.
He pulls Eddie’s hand away from his chest to take a look at the cut.
“Y’all need anything?” Hen asks from behind them.
Eddie goes to wave her off, but Buck cuts over him. “Yeah, the first aid kit. Thanks Hen.”
Hen nods and dashes over to the first aid kit they keep on the wall. Eddie rolls his eyes.
“That’s not really necessary. It’s not that deep, I can handle-“
He cuts off with an audible gasp when Buck pulls his hand up to his face and sucks the bleeding finger into his mouth, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do to your best friend.
“What uh, whatcha doing Buckaroo?” Chimney’s very amused voice asks from behind them.
“Stopping the blood flow, obviously.” Buck says around Eddie’s finger with an exasperated eye roll.
“It’s only a small cut. I don’t think Eddie’s in any danger of bleeding out.” Bobby smirks over his cup of coffee.
“You never know.” Buck insists.
And honestly, the rumbling of his voice is travelling straight through Eddies body and down to his dick, along with the rest of his blood.
Hen returns with the first aid kit and an arched eyebrow.
Buck wordlessly takes the kit from her outstretched hands and rummages around it, still sucking away on Eddie’s finger.
Finally, he lets out a triumphant noise and pulls a bandaid out of the box, along with some antiseptic cream. Buck releases Eddies finger and gently places the cream and bandaid over the cut, that definitely looks worse than it feels.
“There we go. All better.” Buck grins, kissing the bandaged digit.
And Eddie is fucking done.
His ‘injured’ hand cups the back of Buck’s neck and the other fists in his uniform as he drags Buck in for a bruising kiss.
Buck stumbles over his own feet, gasps against his lips and then kisses back with the same urgency. His hands come up to frame Eddie’s face, before slipping into his hair and pulling.
Eddie gasps and bucks (heh) up into the younger man, opening his mouth for Buck’s prodding tongue, groaning as their tongues slide together deliciously.
“Wow, okay. Keep it PG boys.” Bobby’s voice pulls them apart.
Buck rests his forehead against Eddie’s, panting and grinning.
“No, please don’t. We’ve waited a long time for this Cap.” Hen says gleefully.
“Well at least wait until you’re off shift. Because I’m hungry and those vegetables aren’t going to chop themselves.” Chimney pouts.
Eddie regretfully pulls away from a Buck with a wink. He washes his hands and goes back to his vegetable with a clean knife. Buck presses against him and gives a hand at preparing the food, like nothing happened