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“Oh my god, Ev,” Eddie pants, sprawled out on Buck’s bed and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck.”
“Yeah?” Buck smiles back, equally as tired. Equally as staring at the ceiling. He’s even more out of breath than Eddie, actually, with the way he was just suffocating himself. It’s worth it though. More than worth it. “Good?”
“Always, baby,” Eddie hums, staying on his back but turning his head to glance at his boyfriend.
He finds the bright sea glass eyes that he loves oh so much already looking back at him.
“Always,” Buck agrees, instinctually going in for a kiss.
“Ah, ah, ah! You know the drill.”
“God, fuck. Sorry,” Buck giggles as he sits up, “I think you fucked my brains out.”
It wouldn’t be the first time. And it wouldn’t be the last.
Buck rummages around in the basket on his bedside table until he finds the cute little bottle of mouthwash, throwing back a mouthful and swishing it around. He spits into the garbage can next to his bed before immediately rolling back over to cover his boyfriend in kisses.
Eddie loves him. He lets Buck kiss all over his face with exaggerated ‘mwah, mwah, mwah’ sounds.
“Alright, alright! Like a goddamn puppy,” Eddie laughs then, but there’s no malice there. He smiles as he gets Buck’s face between his palms and guides him into a real kiss. Soft and slow and terribly minty—residual menthol making his tongue feel all cool and tingly until Buck warms it up with his own.
Eddie isn’t even really sure how they ended up here.
Well. He does know. But if he was a stronger man, he wouldn’t have let it happen.
He was on his way back to campus in the early evening—after dropping Chris off for a weekend with Pepa—when he decided to stop by Buck’s. If they were going to have a date night, especially one they don’t get to have with Chris around, he wanted to get the show on the road as soon as possible. He’d pick Buck up from the frat house and they’d go back to his place and most likely get tangled in the sheets before they even figure out what they’re doing next.
But when he got to the frat house, Buck and Connor were in the middle of watching The Hangover on Connor’s laptop in his bed.
“Just stay for the end of the movie and then we can go, I promise.”
Spoiler Alert: Doug was on the roof and they definitely didn’t go after the movie.
Eddie cuddled himself into Buck’s side, putting Buck in between his best friend and his boyfriend, an amazing spot to be. And Buck just looked so happy, like a preteen girl at her first sleepover. So, when Buck suggested they smoke a joint after, who was Eddie to say no?
“Con and I are gonna smoke a bit and we’ll go after, come with us?”
Ugh. Okay. High sex was fun anyway.
Eddie sat on the lawn while Buck and Connor passed the blunt back and forth like, well, like a couple of frat boys.
Buck looked at Eddie with that weed-induced hunger he always gets. “Wanna shotgun it with me?”
Eddie felt silly being down so bad for his boyfriend simply because he was wearing a backwards hat, loose dolphin shorts and a tight tank—holding a joint between his index and middle fingers, blowing whispy coils of floating smoke into the air and smiling dopily in between sips of Gatorade. But, god. Buck was just so pretty. And to a raised-catholic Texan like Eddie, his big, hot, mild-stoner boyfriend from the East Coast was incredibly enticing like this.
Fine. He’d shotgun with Buck and then they’d go, leaving Eddie’s truck at the house to pick up later. He was so gone on him, climbing into Buck’s lap while Connor laughed, faked some gagging, covered his eyes, and scampered inside.
But then, sure enough, as the sun was setting in the sky, painting them in the pink and orange hues of a day well spent, Buck had another great idea.
“We should bang. Haven’t done it stoned in a while.”
And of course Eddie wasn’t gonna turn down that offer. They’ll have sex here instead of at Eddie’s and then they’ll go.
He pulled Buck to his feet and dragged him all the way upstairs, stripping Buck of his stupid slutty frat boy uniform as soon as they got to the bathroom so they could shower together as some foreplay and prep.
Buck’s wet lips tasted like weed and blue Gatorade and Eddie just loves his boy so, so much. There’s no way he’s going home tonight.
If Eddie’s being honest, it’s kinda nice to not go home. He knows as soon as they step in the door they would have to navigate through a sea of baby building blocks on the floor of a room that probably smells vaguely of baby powder. Not that the frat house smells the greatest either, faint stale beer and popcorn, but it’s a nice change of environment.
So, he lets himself enjoy it. Cuddling up to Buck and listening to his rabbiting heartbeat as they come down from both highs—marijuana and amazing sex.
Ten minutes later finds them in the bathroom together, Buck brushing his teeth while Eddie takes a leak. The perfect picture of domesticity.
Then they switch. And despite the fact they’ve only been together a handful of months, Buck has never felt like he needs to be a husband more than right now. He wants to have this every day for the rest of his life. He shoves his Scooby Doo boxers down to piss while Eddie washes his hands and brushes his teeth at the sink.
Except. Fuck. Eddie didn’t exactly plan for a night at Buck’s.
“Didn’t bring a toothbrush,” Eddie sighs, mumbling. He looks over to Buck who simply frowns and shrugs. He’s expecting Buck’s sleepy voice to say ‘just use mine’ but it never comes.
He speaks into the silence. “You’re not gonna let me use yours? We’ve done it before.”
Buck tucks himself back in and flushes the toilet, coming up behind Eddie and reaching around him on either side to wash his hands in the sink. “I know, I know, it’s just– sharing toothbrushes is, like, really unhygienic,” he sighs against Eddie’s neck, making eye contact with him in the mirror.
Eddie’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline.
“You literally had your tongue inside my asshole ten minutes ago and you’re gonna tell me what’s unhygienic?”
Buck laughs. “Hey! That’s not the same! Did you know that the mouth is the dirtiest part of the body? It comes into contact with way more bacteria than your ass.”
“So? We kiss all the time.”
“That’s also not the same, actually. Kissing doesn’t transfer as many germs as scrubbing bacteria and plaque from someone else's teeth onto yours. Swapping spit and toothbrushes is totally different.” Buck dries his hands with a little towel next to the sink, hugging Eddie from behind the whole time.
The cuteness of it is not going to distract Eddie. Screw Buck and his encyclopedic brain of fun facts.
But it’s a lost cause.
“Fine,” Eddie gives in. He’s not gonna die because he didn’t brush his teeth one time. He’ll use some of Buck’s designated post-going-down mouthwash and call it a night.
However. Soon, there’s yet another roadblock.
“Dammit.”
“What?” Buck asks as he waits for Eddie to join him in bed, putting his book—the new Stephen King novel—to the side and shifting his adorable reading glasses up onto his head.
“I’m sorry, baby, don’t think I should stay the night. Didn’t bring my uniform ‘n’ I have work early tomorrow–”
“–I’ll drive you home in the morning and we can pick it up–”
“But it’s dirty and I was gonna wash it tonight. And I need to meal prep before work and we’d have to get up so early and I don’t even have any pyjamas here either and–”
Buck pouts comically, sticking his bottom lip out and whining. Eddie’s not even sure if he’s doing it on purpose or if he really just is the puppy Eddie said he was earlier.
“Don’t make that face at me, baby.”
Buck pouts even more.
“Buck.” Eddie tries using the ‘only comes out when I’m unimpressed with you’ moniker but, evidently, it doesn’t work.
Buck gets up off the bed.
“Evan, you can’t make me–” Buck embraces Eddie tight and hides his face in his neck, swaying them back and forth. “Fine, fine! I’ll stay.” Eddie chuckles.
Buck pulls back and gives him the biggest smile and the biggest kiss. He has the best boyfriend ever.
Eddie ends up throwing on some of Buck’s boxers along with his Hershey Northern Heights high school graduation shirt. The outfit is not going to get him into New York Fashion Week, but it is comfortable as hell.
Buck convinced him to make do with the emergency backup uniform he has in his locker at work. He also told Eddie he would make lunch for him in the morning and drop it off. And once again, who was Eddie to say no? Lunches made by his boyfriend always taste better anyway.
Buck tugs Eddie to bed and scoots back into his chest, back to front. He wraps Eddie’s arms around his body and twines their fingers together, kissing Eddie’s knuckles as he thanks him for staying and wishes him a good night.
“Dulces sueños, cariño. Buenos noches,” Eddie hums back, reverting to Spanish in his half-asleep state.
Buck falls asleep with a plan on his mind and a smile on his face.
In the morning, Eddie is woken up by his lovely boyfriend with plenty of time to spare before work. Buck is already dressed and chipper, seems like he’s been up for a while. Eddie supposes he must have slept through Buck’s whole morning routine.
Eddie probably really needed that sleep. He always sleeps lightly in his own bed when Chris is around, but alone together in Buck’s bed, he can sleep sleep. Deep rest and whimsical dreams (and loud snores which Buck puts up with—he has no room to complain, he snores like a chainsaw).
“Rise and shine, babe,” Buck smiles, kissing Eddie’s sleepy pout and carding a hand through his soft, sleep-tousled hair.
“Time’s’it?” He groans.
“Just past six.”
Eddie hums, closing his eyes as his body threatens to fall back asleep. Buck’s bed is just so warm and comfy, like the perfect nest. He goes to pull Buck down with him but Buck holds them still.
“Nuh-uh. You’re getting up. C’mon.”
“‘M’tired.”
“You’ll feel better after a shower with me. Let’s go,” Buck stands up and extends an arm out.
And, yeah, a shower with his boyfriend does sound nice.
When they’re back in Buck’s room, clean and not yet dry, Eddie throws on some shorts and a hoodie of Buck’s. ‘BUCKLEY’ in big letters across the back.
“You look good,” Buck says, pulling his socks up.
“You just like me in your name, Evan,” Eddie chuckles.
“Am I not allowed to tell my boyfriend he looks pretty? Regardless of the fact he looks hot as hell in my clothes?”
Eddie blushes. He loves calling Buck pretty. Because he is. Buck is really, really pretty. And even though Eddie is sure there are more apt words to describe himself right now, hearing the compliment come his way makes his heart flutter like a hummingbird on caffeine.
“Pass me some boxers?” Buck asks.
Eddie goes to do just that. He bends over and blindly reaches for Buck’s underwear drawer.
But when he reaches in, there’s… nothing?
Well, that’s not quite true, there is something. But it’s not boxers. His hand hits some plastic and he’s incredibly confused, whipping his head around to look at what he’s doing, immediately very perplexed by the odd arrangement of items in there.
“Honey, what’s this?” Eddie asks, turning to fix his gaze back on Buck, who already has the smuggest smile on his face.
“Read the note.”
On the bottom of the drawer, there’s a sticky note. And in Buck’s ADHD, dyslexic, chicken scratch handwriting, ‘eddie’s drawer!’ is scrawled across it and surrounded by little hearts.
“Ev,” Eddie starts, brain catching up, “Does this not mess up your whole system?”
It’s terribly sweet that that’s Eddie’s first thought; always looking out for Buck and supporting all the unique systems he has in place to make his life run smoother; Buck does indeed have a system for his clothes. If he can’t see all his clothes when he’s picking them out, he gets anxious, unable to picture what clothes he has and what’s clean and what’s dirty. He can’t stack them vertically on top of each other and he can’t have vague categories for each drawer either. He has two different drawers for each type of garment—one filled with his favourites of that clothing type, the clothes he wears regularly; and one filled with all the others. And then there’s the chair. Even the chair has a system. Worn-once tops go over the back of it while bottoms stay on the seat and socks get thrown under.
This is all to say his ‘favourite underwear drawer’ suddenly being reassigned definitely shifts some things around for him.
“It does,” Buck sighs happily. “But my boyfriend”—he’ll never get tired of using that word—“needs a spot for his things. And, actually, I think it makes more sense to put my favourite socks and underwear next to each other in the same drawer. When I’m getting dressed I can grab both at once and then worry about shirts and stuff after. Plus, I don’t even have enough favourite socks to fill up a whole drawer anyway and mmf–”
Eddie turns and surges forward, pushing Buck down onto the unmade bed and kissing the daylights out of him. Buck is smiling like an idiot as Eddie kisses his lips and cheeks and birthmark and forehead. Looks like he’s not the only puppy around here.
“I love you,” Eddie pants when he pulls back. He really, really does.
“I love you too, Eds.”
Buck gives him one last kiss before pushing Eddie up and towards the dresser to take another look at his new drawer.
There’s– no way. There’s one of Buck’s ridiculous graphic tees folded on the bottom. This one is not so secretly Eddie’s absolute favourite, he giggles every time he sees it.
“This is mine now?” He asks as he pulls it out and unfolds it in front of himself.
In big, cracked, screen-painted letters, ‘I LOVE BIG BOOBS’ covers the fabric.
Buck laughs and nods. “You love that shirt, I know you do.”
It being Eddie’s now might make it even funnier. A decidedly homosexual man wearing such a shirt. But, well, he supposes it still rings true, only if the big boobs in question are Buck’s gorgeous, beefy, football-player-pecs.
The next thing he reaches for in the drawer is the orange packet. Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups. How did he know?
“You told me they were your favourite the second time we hung out,” Buck supplies, blushing. “We were talking about me being from Hershey and then about chocolate and I… I guess I just remember those kinds of things.”
Eddie thinks he might cry. He shoves an entire one in his mouth before picking up the last thing. A kid’s Spiderman toothbrush.
“Evan,” he chuckles, mumbling through the peanut butter stuck to his tongue, “what’s this?”
“Look, that wasn’t my first choice! I ran to the corner store by the quad before you woke up and they hadn’t really opened yet or restocked the shelves and this was all they had.”
“Really?” Eddie asks, completely smitten.
“Well, it was between that and Barbie. So I figured… y’know.”
Good choice.
“And we’re gonna keep my toothbrush in my drawer?”
“No!” Buck scoffs, going over to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and receive a chocolate-peanut-butter-flavoured peck on the lips. “No, putting it in the drawer was symbolic, babe. It’s gonna go right next to mine, don’t worry.”
If Eddie ends up being a tiny bit late to work, distracted by his new drawer and his thoughtful boyfriend, it really can’t be considered his fault.
The confused text Buck gets from Connor the next day, a picture of a child’s toothbrush in their toothbrush cup followed by ‘?????’, that also can’t be considered Eddie’s fault.
The way his lips turn bright blue the following week can’t be considered his fault either. On their next designated date night, he surprises Buck with his own special ‘evan’s drawer’ back at his dorm.
It’s packed with Buck’s favourite Eddie-shirt, one that says ‘Everything’s Bigger In Texas’.
Plus, there’s an empty medication bottle Buck can fill with some of his Ritalin.
Next to that is a stack of blue raspberry Airheads, the offenders in question—Buck ate three and then stuck his tongue out, adorably innocent and nearly unintelligible when he asked ‘is my mouth blue yet?’ before he started kissing Eddie thank you.
And on top,
In all its glory:
A pretty, sparkly, pink Barbie in a Mermaid Tale toothbrush.