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Eddie knocks on the door a few times but there's no answer so he figures Buck must be sulking in the loft. He lets himself in and heads to the kitchen to put up the ice cream and trade the Bailey's he brought for a decent beer.
He doesn't even hear the bag hit the ground.
H-O-T T-O G-O
Buck doesn't have much of an ass to his own dismay but what there was of it was lovingly cradled in maybe the shortest jean shorts Eddie had ever seen.
And he was from Texas! His people invented cut-offs
Watching that blue clad ass shake as Buck danced along to some pop song blasting through the kitchen was... mesmerizing
It looked like he was dancing along to a routine too because the song said to snap and clap and touch your toes..and Buck did.
The shorts got... shorter and Eddie sucked back a harsh breath that had him choking and coughing.
Buck turned sharply. "Eddie? What are you doing he-are you okay?" He rushed forward and Eddie suddenly found himself face to face with a lot -like, a lot - of bare skin.
He waved Buck off and took a step back from all that, clearing his throat roughly. He opened his beer on the edge of the counter and took a few restoring gulps.
Buck turned back to the stereo and switched it off.
Eddie hadn't realized how loud the music was until he was surrounded by its absence.
Buck moved towards the bag Eddie had dropped, picked up the scattered items. He stood back up with them in his arms and Eddie felt himself pinned down by the softest and yet most examining gaze he had ever felt.
"You brought this stuff for me," Buck asked.
Eddie let himself relax. Then he laughed and gestured to the stereo and to Bucks outfit, or lack thereof. "I have to say, I wasn't expecting this. I guess I thought you'd be sadder? Somehow?"
Buck turned and set the items on the counter. He sorts through them and says, "Yeah. I thought I'd be sadder too. And I am, I mean, I really care about Tommy. And i know he cares about me. It just... we aren't right for each other."
He looks up and how has Eddie never noticed how blue his eyes are?
"I was trying to have a sulk, I guess," Buck says. "But then I thought... this is maybe the best break up I've ever had?"
He laughs and Eddie can't help but to smile.
"I learned something about myself," Buck said. "Not just the guys thing, Maddie figures part of me knew that all along. But I learned that... or I guess I figured out what I want. What I really want."
Eddie is almost afraid to ask, not sure he wants to know, but the words slip out before he can stop them. "What do you want?"
Buck smiles. "I'm not sure how to say it " he says. "Not yet. But once I figure it out you'll be the first person I tell."
Eddie wants to know but he won't push. Buck is too important for that. He trusts his best friend and he can be patient.
"So no need for ice cream and documentaries," he asks.
Buck gasps and clutches a DVD to his chest. "I never said that."
"I dunno," Eddie says. "I don't want to interrupt the party."
"You kidding, Eds? You know the party doesn't start until you're here." Buck sets the DVD onto the counter and goes back to the stero, turning it on and the music up. Over the pounding pop beat he almost shouts, "You gotta dance with me, man. Come on!"
Eddie smiles at his best friend, bright and laughing in the middle of his kitchen. They've never really danced together before but there's a first time for everything. He steps forward and takes Bucks outstretched hand and together they bounce in the small space until they're laughing and exhausted.
Eventually they'll retire to the couch with a movie and some ice cream and when they wake up together in the morning it will feel safe and comfortable in a way that feels so achingly familiar and brand new all at once.