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“I think I’m gonna lose my apartment,” Buck says through a mouthful of pasta at the fire station, ignoring the disgusted looks on everyone’s face except for Eddie’s.
“What are you talking about?” Hen asks, pushing a napkin in Buck’s direction.
“I’m gonna lose my apartment.” Buck wipes at his mouth with the napkin before reaching for his glass of water. “I won’t be able to afford it after paying for all the damages to the hotel room.”
“The hotel room?” Chim asks, a confused look on his face. “What hotel room?”
“The bachelor party…” Buck rolls his eyes. “I know the encephalitis made you forget to show up, Chim, but I showed you guys pictures.”
Chim rolls his eyes right back at Buck, but does vaguely recall the hotel pictures now.
“Shit,” Eddie says, eyes widening as he remembers the damage firsthand. “That’s right. We destroyed that room, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, us and twenty-five of our new friends,” Buck agrees. “But my name was on the booking, and now I’m trying to figure out what I’m gonna do. I need to find somewhere to live fast so I don’t end up out on the streets.”
“I’d ask you to move in with me and Maddie, but there’s already not a lot of space with Jee, you know how it is.” Chim looks genuinely apologetic, and Buck’s pretty sure if they had the space he would have offered up a room.
“Of course, Chim, I get it.” Buck does get it, really. “I’m probably just gonna have to look for something a bit further out of town, with even less space than I have now.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Eddie says, pushing the pasta around in his bowl. “You should just come and stay with me and Chris.”
Buck looks like he’s considering it, but then shakes his head in the negative. “Nah, man, I can’t do that to you. You don’t exactly have a spare room, and I don’t think I’d survive actually living on your couch full time.”
“What? No,” Eddie says, confusion lacing his voice. “We can just share my bed. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Eddie barrels on, neither himself nor Buck noticing the looks on everyone’s faces as they silently watch on. “You already have a bunch of clothes at my place, it’s closer to the station, and you’ll be able to hang out with me and Chris all the time. It’ll be awesome, like a never-ending sleepover. Plus, this is all half my fault anyway,” Eddie insists, his sole focus on Buck and not the raised eyebrows from the rest of their team. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who broke the door. And the coffee table. And I think maybe I burned the couch?”
“No, I’m pretty sure burning the couch was one of the drag queens,” Buck insists, gesturing at his chest and indicating a large bosom. “Lucinda something-rather.”
“Oh, that’s right.” Eddie points a finger at Buck. “Lucinda Rear. She was hilarious. Not as good as Penny Tration. Or Fonda-Lynn. Fonda-Lynn Cox was so much fun.”
“Oh, totally, man.” Buck takes another bite of his pasta and Hen sighs. “Fonda-Lynn Cox and Penny Tration were the best.”
“Do the two of you even hear yourselves?” Hen asks incredulously, standing up and walking off with the rest of her food. “Lord, give me strength.”
Buck looks around and sees Chim and Bobby both holding back laughter. He actually kind of forgot Bobby was even there. Luckily, Eddie looks just as confused as he is.
“What was that about?” Buck asks, genuinely curious.
“Never mind, Buck.” Bobby shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping. “Never mind.”
They eat in silence for a minute or two before Eddie remembers Buck’s predicament.
“Seriously, you’re moving in with me and Christopher,” Eddie insists, pointing at Buck with his spoon. “When do you need to be out of your apartment?”
“I mean, the sooner the better?” Buck’s kind of assuming the more money he can save sooner, the better it’s gonna be for him in the long run. “But only if you’re sure.”
“What about the end of the month?” Eddie suggests. “That should give you a couple weeks to let your landlord know and get the rest of your stuff moved in.”
“Yeah, alright,” Buck agrees, knowing he only needs to give thirty days notice since they moved him onto a month-to-month lease last year. “And you’re really sure about this?”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “It’s gonna be great, trust me.”
*
“So, you’re moving in with Eddie?” Tommy queries as he and Buck settle in for a movie night at Buck’s place three weeks later.
“Yeah, I mean, it makes the most sense.” Buck says, smiling as he explains his and Eddie’s plans. “I can pay off the hotel damages, and I’ll be saving money on rent since Eddie says he’s got the mortgage covered. I can help out with Chris, and I can buy the groceries and cook. Eddie’s got cleaning covered, he finds it relaxing. We’ll be able to do movie nights whenever we want, and it’ll be way easier for us to carpool to the station when we work the same shifts. It’s gonna be awesome, you know? We make a good team.”
“You sure do,” Tommy says, taking a rather large sip of his beer.
“I think it’s gonna be great,” Buck says, subconsciously repeating Eddie’s words from the day he agreed to move in. He finds himself smiling as he thinks about how it really is gonna be great living with Eddie and Christopher.
“Yeah, it sure sounds… great.” Tommy says, pausing briefly. “But I think we should break up.”
And that leaves Buck feeling pretty confused.
“You… think we should break up?” Buck repeats, wanting to make sure he heard Tommy correctly. “Because I’m moving in with Eddie?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No,” Tommy repeats himself, finishing his beer and placing the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I think we should break up because you’re in love with Eddie, and I think it’s better if you realise that before you start living with him.”
“You think I’m in love with Eddie?” Buck asks, wanting to clarify the statement. Tommy nods. “What the hell, Tommy? I’m dating you, aren’t I?”
“Are you?” Tommy asks, raising an eyebrow. “We’ve had two dates this month, one that you were two hours late to because you had to drop Eddie’s son off at his aunt’s place—”
“Tía Pepa couldn’t pick him up! She broke her foot on Mrs Meyers’ garden gnome. And that was no accident by the way, that woman has had it out for Tía ever since she asked her to stop parking so close to her driveway because it was making it harder for Chris to get out of the car when me and Eddie needed to drop him off.” Buck paused to take a breath. “She totally put that garden gnome right on the edge of where their properties meet where she knew Tía would step back into it while she was watering her dahlias.”
Tommy just stares.
“And this date,” Tommy continues, pretending Buck hasn’t just proven half his point for him. “Where you made me a meal you wanted me to try because you thought Eddie would like it and wanted my opinion, and then proceeded to tell me you’re moving in with Eddie who is basically the father of the child you co-parent.”
Buck gapes at him.
“Well that’s—” Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times. “That’s completely not true.”
“Really?”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion about the meal,” Buck clarifies. “I said I wanted you to try it, but I never asked you if Eddie would like it. I already knew he would.”
Tommy doesn’t say a word to that, grabbing his empty beer bottle and making his way to the kitchen instead. Tommy tosses the bottle into the recycling, clapping his hands together briefly and looking up to see Buck trailing after him.
“Right, so, I’ve really enjoyed our time together,” Tommy says, looking like he very much doesn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “And I wish you the best. But this really isn’t working out.”
“Tommy…” Buck’s really not sure what to say.
“It’s okay, Evan,” Tommy says, attempting to reassure him maybe. “Sometimes things just don’t work out. Sometimes people aren’t a good fit. Sometimes they’re unknowingly in a long-term relationship with their best friend and don’t want to acknowledge it.”
Not so much with the reassuring then, just Tommy getting one last dig in before he leaves.
Buck sighs.
Because it’s not like Tommy’s actually entirely wrong.
“Well I guess this is goodbye then,” Buck says, in an effort to end the conversation and his suffering simultaneously. “Sorry I was such a shitty boyfriend.”
Buck hates that Tommy doesn’t even pretend to disagree, and he watches as Tommy heads for the door, a large part of him realising he’s not actually all that sad about things ending between the two of them.
“I’d tell you to call Eddie, but neither of you really took the hint last time I tried,” Tommy says, just loud enough for Buck to hear him.
“What was that?” Buck asks, wondering if Tommy has the guts to say it to his face.
“I said ‘good luck with Eddie’,” Tommy calls out over his shoulder, blatantly lying. “Seriously, you’re gonna need it.”
And Buck thinks that’s just rude and uncalled for.
Maybe.
*
“Hey, so, we’re almost done bringing all your boxes in, did you want to invite Tommy over for dinner?” Eddie asks, getting ready to call for pizza. “I’ll add his usual to the order if he can be here in half an hour.”
“Uh, Tommy broke up with me last week actually,” Buck says, grunting as he drops one of the last of his boxes on the living room floor. “So inviting him over for dinner probably wouldn’t be the best idea.”
“What do you mean he broke up with you?” Eddie asks, completely distracted from his pizza ordering endeavours. “Do we hate Tommy now? Do I need to beat him up? I’d come out of street fighting retirement for you, you know that, right?”
Buck laughs, maybe a little louder than necessary, but Eddie’s offer is really sweet if a little misguided.
“No, we don’t hate him. Well, maybe a little bit,” Buck admits, thinking back to Tommy not disagreeing when he’d said he was a shitty boyfriend. “But you definitely shouldn’t beat him up. At most, we’re just definitely not talking to him right now or any time soon.”
“That’s fair,” Eddie says, unapologetically on Buck’s side here. “I can’t believe he broke up with you.”
“I kinda can, I mean—”
“No, really. You’re a great boyfriend, Buck,” Eddie insists, shifting boxes from the middle of the living room over to the area behind the couch. “Even if you were only half as good to Tommy as you are to me and Christopher, you’re still miles better than any girlfriend I’ve ever had. Tommy’s an idiot if he can’t see that.”
Buck smiles softly at Eddie’s back, wondering how Eddie always seems to know exactly what he needs to hear without him needing to ask for it.
“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck says eventually. “That means a lot.”
“Now, I have a very important question for you.” Eddie places a hand on Buck’s shoulder. “Pepperoni or Meat Lovers tonight?”
“Can’t we add a vegetable?” Buck asks, his face scrunching up. “I’ll even take pineapple as a last resort.”
“You take that back, or you’re gonna have to find a new place to live,” Eddie pretends to warn Buck, but the grin on his face gives him away.
“You’d never kick me out,” Buck insists, ducking away from Eddie’s hand. “I promised Chris I’d make him tostadas tomorrow night because you never end up using the tortillas you buy.”
“Shows how much you know,” Eddie laughs, tapping the number for the pizza place and continuing as the phone dials, “I buy the tortillas and ignore them on purpose so you’ll have to make tostadas. Works every time.”
Buck can only laugh as he looks on fondly while Eddie orders the pizza, his smile widening when he hears Eddie adding not one, but two vegetables to their shared pizza.
And damn, Buck’s starting to think Tommy may have had a point after all.
*
“Why the long face?” Hen asks, sliding herself into the seat opposite Eddie the next day. It’s not quite dinner time, but considering Eddie’s sitting at the dinner table and staring into nothingness, it’s slightly concerning.
Eddie sighs.
“Marisol and I met up for lunch before my shift started today,” Eddie says, still frowning.
“And lunch with your girlfriend has you looking like this?” Hen raises an eyebrow. “Have you ever considered dating people you actually like?”
“What?” Eddie asks, a confused look on his face. “I liked Marisol. She was fine. She just…” Eddie pauses for a moment. “Hen, do you think Buck and I spend too much time together?”
“Oh boy,” Hen says, barely holding back a laugh. “That’s—”
“Marisol broke up with me today when I told her Buck moved in with me and Christopher. She said she thinks Buck and I are codependent,” Eddie continues, not noticing Hen’s amusement. “That’s crazy, right? Of course we spend a lot of time together, we’re best friends. Who else am I going to hang out with?”
“I mean, your girlfriend?” Hen suggests. “When was the last time you saw Marisol before today?”
“I saw her four days ago,” Eddie says, unclear what Hen’s trying to get at with her line of questioning. “She watched Chris while Buck and I went to see a movie.”
Hen blinks.
“Let me get this straight,” Hen says, sounding more and more incredulous the longer Eddie speaks. “You had your girlfriend watch your son so you could go on a date with Buck?”
“What?” Eddie’s face scrunches up and he recoils slightly. “No, that’s—that’s not what—I didn’t go on a date with Buck. The cinema near our place was doing a special weekend screening of Dirty Dancing and Buck was supposed to go with Tommy, but Tommy broke up with him last week and he seemed sad about it so I said I’d go with him instead.”
“And you just called up Marisol and asked if she could watch Chris for you while you went out?”
“Not exactly.” Eddie winces. “She showed up at the house when we were about to leave. I kinda forgot she was coming over, so I asked if she wouldn’t mind staying with Chris since she was already there. She seemed fine with it, so I texted Tia Pepa and said she didn’t need to come over after all, and then Buck and I went to see the movie.”
“Eddie…” Hen starts, not really sure if it’s worth trying to get through to him, but figuring it’s worth a shot. “You really don’t see anything wrong with that?”
“She said it was fine,” Eddie insists, throwing his hands in the air.
“I’m guessing that’s why Marisol broke up with you?” Chim asks, appearing out of nowhere and throwing himself into the chair at the end of the table. It’s pretty clear to both Hen and Eddie that Chim’s been listening to most of the conversation without them realising. “Or did she break up with you because you’re in love with Buck?”
“What?” Eddie asks, eyes widening. “You think I’m—”
“Hey guys, what’s up?” Buck interrupts, making his way over to stand behind Eddie and resting his hands on Eddie’s shoulders.
Eddie’s starting to get whiplash from all the people suddenly showing up while he’s trying to have a crisis. And unfortunately for Eddie, Hen and Chim seem pretty entertained by his suffering, making no effort to end the conversation with Buck’s arrival.
“Eddie’s girlfriend broke up with him,” Hen says, throwing Eddie under the bus.
“No way,” Buck says, massaging Eddie’s shoulders as Eddie nods, still a little shell-shocked. “Well, it’s her loss, you’re way too good for her anyway.”
“I guess so.” Eddie hums, leaning back into Buck’s hands without thinking. “You don’t think I’m a bad boyfriend, right?”
“You’re a great boyfriend,” Buck insists.
“Oh, yeah?” Chim asks, looking more and more entertained by the minute. “What makes Eddie such a good boyfriend, Buck?”
“Well,” Buck starts, head tilting to the side. “He’ll always ask about your day, he’d never ignore your texts, and he always listens when you talk. He gives great hugs too. I dunno, it’s everything, I guess.” Buck directs his last statement directly towards Eddie, “You’re an awesome boyfriend.”
“Thanks, man,” Eddie says, smiling again now. “You’re a great boyfriend too. I can’t believe Tommy broke up with you.”
Hen looks like she’s about to scream.
“Tommy broke up with you, Buck? No way!” Chim’s voice is riddled with amusement and a hint of sarcasm. “Did he happen to say why at all?”
Buck gives Chim an odd look and doesn’t answer him, not that anyone would have been able to hear Buck over Hen’s laughter if he had attempted to speak.
*
“Do you think I’m in love with Eddie?”
Bobby can feel his mouth attempting to form words, but nothing comes out.
“It’s just,” Buck continues, taking a seat in front of Bobby’s desk and apparently not waiting for an answer. “Tommy thinks I am. That’s why he broke up with me. And Eddie’s hot, like that’s just a fact. You’d have to be blind not to notice. And he’s my best friend so of course I love him. But do you think I’m in love with him?” Buck frowns when Bobby doesn’t immediately respond. “Cap?”
Bobby shakes his head, blinking a few times to make sure he’s not hallucinating.
“You’re asking me if you’re in love with Eddie?” Bobby clarifies, and Buck nods in the affirmative. “Do you really need me to tell you what you already know deep down, kid?”
And that seems to get Buck thinking.
Bobby waits patiently as he watches the cogs turn, shuffling some paperwork briefly before looking up again when Buck stands.
“I’m totally in love with Eddie,” Buck says, a dazed grin on his face. “Thanks, Cap. I knew you’d be able to help.”
“No problem,” Bobby says, not entirely sure he actually did anything.
*
Finishing his shift six hours earlier than Buck means Eddie’s on his own for most of the day, and it leaves him feeling a little adrift.
He misses Buck.
So it actually ends up being a welcome surprise when Maddie shows up at their house out of the blue.
“Hey,” Maddie says, peeking around Eddie’s body. “Where’s Buck?”
“Uh, at the station?” Eddie says, a little unsure even though he knows it’s a fact. “He’s not off until six.”
“Oh,” Maddie says, clearly expecting that Buck would have been home. “I thought he said he’d be home at six. I guess I’ll just—”
“Did you want to come in?” Eddie asks, stepping back a little. “Buck should be home in half an hour at most.”
“Sure?” Maddie agrees tentatively, making her way inside and following Eddie into the dining room. Eddie gestures for her to take a seat where he joins her with glasses of water and some cookies. “These look good, did you make them?”
“Oh, uh, no. Definitely not. I can barely cook anything edible, let alone bake.” Eddie’s hand rubs at the back of his neck, a soft smile on his face as he fiddles with one of the cookies. “Buck and Christopher made these last night. They had a great time, and I had a great time watching them I guess. They don’t really let me help anymore, I tend to burn things. Ironic, right? Considering the job and all.”
“Sure sounds like you guys are enjoying living together,” Maddie says. “One big happy family.”
They eat their cookies in silence for a moment.
“Can I ask you a question?” Eddie asks hesitantly, clearly nervous. “It’s just—I tried to ask Hen something at work today? But Chim got involved, and then they started saying I’m in love with your brother, and now that’s all I can think about and—”
Maddie chokes on her water, clearing her throat while waving off Eddie’s concern.
“Are you okay?” Eddie asks. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologise, it’s fine, just wasn’t expecting—” Maddie gestures for Eddie to continue. “You were saying?”
“Right,” Eddie hesitates, only continuing when Maddie offers him a supportive smile. “In love. With Buck. Is that—Do you think…?”
Eddie stares at Maddie expectantly while she thinks about how to proceed—about the best way to go about having this incredibly unexpected conversation.
Maddie settles on turning the question back around on Eddie. “Do you think you’re in love with Buck?”
And that makes Eddie pause.
“I mean, of course I love him. He’s my best friend. He’s the second most important person in my life after Christopher,” Eddie states with surety, taking a sip of his water to buy himself some time. “But am I in love with him?”
“Okay,” Maddie says, reaching out to take one of Eddie’s hands in hers. “Let me ask you some questions. Don’t say anything until I’m done, okay?”
Eddie looks sceptical, but he figures it can't hurt. "Worth a shot, go on then."
“Okay, so, before Buck moved in, when he would call or visit, was it ever unwanted or did you ever feel like he stuck around too long? What about when you’re feeling lonely? Is Buck the person you want around instead?”—Maddie sees Eddie open his mouth, but she cuts him off before he gets a chance to speak—“Wait till the end, remember.”
Eddie nods, a vaguely amused look on his face.
“When you have to travel to Texas to see your family, do you think it would be more enjoyable if Buck went with you? And when you’re in pain, is it Buck’s presence you find most comforting? What about when something wonderful happens in your life, is Buck the first person you want to share the news with?”
Eddie's seconds away from laughing in Maddie's face by the time she gets to the end of her speech, but he manages to resist the urge a little longer as Maddie lets go of his hand and sits back in her chair.
“Okay, you can speak,” Maddie says, smiling brightly at Eddie. “What do you think?”
“Did you just loosely quote Gilmore Girls to me just now to help me figure out my feelings?” Eddie’s pretty sure he’s right, but he wants the confirmation.
“That depends,” Maddie says with a grin. “Did it work?”
Eddie finally lets himself laugh before thinking about everything for a moment, trying to ignore the knowing look on Maddie’s face.
"It was ridiculous, but overall helpful,” Eddie eventually admits, both to himself and Maddie. “I’m pretty sure I’m well and truly in love with Buck."
“I’m really happy for you, Eddie,” Maddie says, a smile of her own taking over her face. “And if it helps, I’m pretty sure he feels the same way about you, too.”
Eddie smiles, pulling Maddie into an awkward sideways hug while they’re still sitting at the table.
“Thanks,” Eddie says with a huff, pulling back. “But I seriously can’t believe you just gave me the Luke Danes treatment.”
“I can’t believe you watch Gilmore Girls,” Maddie says through a laugh. “I was tempted to try that on Buck a few times, but I used to make him watch the show with me so I figured he’d catch on.”
“Who do you think made me watch it?” Eddie asks, joining Maddie in her laughter.
*
As much as Eddie plans to talk to Buck as soon as he gets home, he ends up waylaid by Christopher asking if they can have a movie night.
Meaning Eddie doesn’t get a chance to talk to Buck until Christopher’s asleep, and he and Buck are in their own bed for the evening.
Or more accurately, Buck attempts to talk to Eddie about it.
“Hey, so, you and Maddie were acting weird today when I got home,” Buck starts, rolling over in bed to face Eddie. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, glad the lack of light in the bedroom hides his heated cheeks. “She just helped me realise some things.”
“Yeah, she’s good at that. I’m glad she was able to help.” Buck tilts his head to the side as much as he can while laying down. “I actually, uh, had one of those days myself. Realising things, you know?”
“You realised things today, too?” Eddie asks, shifting until his legs stretch out enough to rest against Buck’s.
Buck smiles, both at Eddie’s words and the warmth of his legs.
“Mhmm,” Buck nods. “You wanna tell me your things first?”
“Yeah, I, uh—” Eddie thought he was ready, he really did. But apparently not, because instead he chickens out. “Maybe we can talk tomorrow? Today’s been kind of a lot, and I’m not sure I’m ready just yet. It’s also kinda late, we should probably get some sleep.”
“Oh, uh, sure, no problem.” Buck thinks he does a pretty good job of hiding his disappointment. “Goodnight then, I guess.”
“Goodnight,” Eddie parrots back, rolling over to face the wall and resisting the urge to beat his head against it.
*
Eddie tries to sleep, he really does.
But when he can’t stop thinking about Buck and his conversations with Maddie and Hen and Chim for what feels like at least an hour, he opens his eyes and gives up on attempting to get any kind of rest. He’s got things he needs to say to Buck.
Eddie rolls over and reaches out to gently shake Buck’s shoulder.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers. “Are you awake?”
Buck snorts his way into half-consciousness, and Eddie can’t help but find it endearing the way Buck blinks repeatedly while taking in his surroundings.
“Eddie?” Buck whispers back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Eddie quickly reassures Buck, hand settling on Buck’s shoulder. “I just—I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about today.”
“Today,” Buck repeats. “Your conversation with Maddie? I thought you didn’t wanna talk about it yet?”
“Yeah, so,” Eddie says, trying to figure out how to start the conversation. “Look, this might seem like it’s coming from out of nowhere, but do you have feelings for me?”
Buck doesn’t really react beyond blinking twice at Eddie.
“Yeah?” Buck says, a little confused as to why Eddie’s asking him this at what’s got to be close to midnight. He’s pretty convinced he’s still actually asleep at this point, because why else would Eddie be asking him about his feelings. “I—”
“What kind?” Eddie resists the urge to facepalm, because who the hell even asks that? “Like what kind of feelings do you have for me?”
“The… love kind?” Buck says, maintaining his confusion. “I love you?”
Eddie’s quiet for a moment while he tries to figure out what he’s going to do next.
“You should kiss me,” Eddie whispers into the space between them eventually, nudging Buck forwards with the hand he has still resting on Buck’s shoulder. “You should—you should kiss me. Right now.”
“Um, okay?” Buck agrees, still half-asleep and even more confused now because this isn’t usually how the dream goes—Eddie’s usually a lot less awkward in all the dreams he’s had about this moment.
But Buck lets Eddie pull him in, and they meet gently in the middle of their bed for a tentative first kiss.
And Eddie’s not sure what he expected.
Fireworks?
Nothing at all?
One thing Eddie does know immediately, is that he’s pretty sure he wants to spend the rest of his life kissing Buck.
So when Buck reaches a hand up to sink his fingers into Eddie’s soft hair, losing himself in their warm, slow kisses, Eddie can’t help but smile.
“What are you—” Buck pulls back, opening his eyes again in the dimly lit room. “Why are you smiling?”
“I don’t know,” Eddie says, still smiling, leaning forward to press their lips together again briefly. “I’m just happy. And I love you, too, by the way.”
And that has Buck pulling back, pinching himself hard on the inside of his arm.
“Shit,” Buck says, a lot louder than a whisper. “This isn’t a dream.”
“You thought this was a dream?” Eddie asks, not even trying to stop himself from grinning. “That’s flattering I guess.”
“You don’t normally love me back in my dreams.” Buck’s brow furrows, and he sounds a lot more awake now. “So you can understand the confusion.”
“This isn’t a dream, Buck,” Eddie reassures him. “And I definitely love you.”
Buck huffs out a laugh.
“Yeah, I got that much,” Buck says, but now he’s curious. “So, uh, you’re into dudes? Is that new? Or did I just never get the memo?”
“Definitely new. I also don’t think I am? Into men, I mean. At least not any other men. I might be? I haven’t really thought about it,” Eddie admits, an adorably confused look on his face. “I know I’m into you. But I think maybe it’s just you? Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Buck says through a yawn, trying his hardest to hold it back but failing miserably. “Works for me.”
Eddie yawns loudly—half because of Buck’s yawn, and half because he’s actually exhausted at this point. “Can we go to sleep now?”
“Sounds good,” Buck says through another yawn. “I’ll make us a special breakfast in the morning to celebrate all of this if you like.”
“You’re the best,” Eddie says, rolling over again so he can finally get some rest.
Eddie lasts a whole minute before speaking again.
“Buck?”
“Yeah, Eddie?”
“Will you spoon me?”
Buck snorts. “Yeah, alright, hang on.”
Eddie can feel Buck shuffling around in the bed behind him, and then Buck’s strong arms are wrapping around his waist and Eddie’s pretty sure this is what heaven must feel like.
Now he can sleep.