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Eddie was leaning against his kitchen counter watching Buck ramble while he was preparing pancake batter for breakfast, the ingredients strewn over the counter messily. He'd missed this, the easiness of being with Buck. Listening to him ramble about the randomest things he'd definitely stayed up too late to research.
It's a bit different now that he knows why he'll never get tired of Buck's rambles. To be fair though, even if he wasn't in love with Buck (he definitely is though), he doesn't think he would get tired of hearing him talk. I mean, who would? He's so passionate about it. Learning new things that is.
Buck, engrossed in his own world, doesn't notice how Eddie is staring at him or how he isn't giving his input like he usually does. "I mean, this is a universal thing, Eddie—the love for pancakes. The first known date of the invitation of pancakes was in 600 BC. I think that's so cool that we have always loved pancakes because, I mean, who wouldn't? They're perfect, you know? Oh, and in 1100 AD, which means Anno Domini or the year of our Lord, which you probably already know, but—"
He takes a pause, waiting for Eddie to say something, and when he doesn't, he keeps going, assuming that he didn't have anything to add. "Right, so in 1100 AD, they had a national pancake day where they would use up all the dairy they had in the land before Lent. Now, Lent is a Christian holiday where they fast for forty days straight in preparation for Easter. This year it's March fifth to April seventeenth. I'm not sure, man—"
"Shut up," Eddie demands, effectively cutting Buck off. Buck's face transforms from one of excitement to one of dejection. Not that Eddie cares—well, he does—but he can't just sit here and listen to Buck's rambles. He's just so... Buck. He can't contain himself; if he keeps that up, he just wants to make out with him, to hold him, to let him know how much he's wanted, needed, to let him know that no matter what, he's not a burden, that he wants to fight for each other. To keep coming back, no matter how much they fight.
He can't help himself, looking at Buck's downcast face and knows he wants to make it better.
Buck stands at the stove, watching Eddie's face shift from emotion to emotion. He's still downcast from Eddie's earlier words, sitting in his confusion, wondering if Eddie's time in El Paso made him realize that he hated how much he talks, that Buck's been annoying him the entire time.
Eddie leans close to Buck's face, hands coming up, grasping his cheeks in his hands, holding his face gently. Staring at him, admiration for the man in front of him shines brighter than the sun.
Buck flinches back slightly when Eddie's hands latch onto his face, accepting the touch immediately, leaning into it. "Buck?" Eddie says in a questioning manner. "Eddie," Buck replies back, nodding, not knowing what he's asking for. The way that Eddie's voice softened, he knows that whatever he's asking for, he wants it.
With Buck's permission, Eddie leans in, placing a soft kiss on Buck's lips before pulling back and searching Buck's face for his reaction.
Buck, dumbfounded, just blinks semi-rapidly. Eddie kissed him. Eddie kissed him. He can't believe it; it feels like a dream. Well, if it's a dream, why hold back? Why not make it better? He leans back into Eddie, their lips meeting in a beautiful kiss.
The kiss starts off nice and slow. It feels perfect, like the wind finally starting to blow on a hot summer's day. As the kiss gets more intense, they don't want it to be a breeze; they need it to be a storm. All these years of holding back, finally realizing this is what they've been craving, they can't hold back. Buck's hands move down from cupping the sides of Eddie's neck to picking him up by his thighs.
Eddie breaks the kiss for a second, a small gasp leaving his lips. Buck sets him on the counter, and he dives back in. They kiss like they have to have it, like it's the first gasp of air after almost drowning. Need rushing through both of them; small moans and grunts escaping their mouths. The kiss breaks as they could breathe.
"Buck," Eddie whispers, face flushed red, looking at him, lust prominent through his watery eyes. "Eddie," Buck moans in Eddie's ear, picking him up once more and moving them to the couch. Their lips reconnect on the way. They reach the couch; Buck turns around to sit, Eddie straddling him. Buck's kisses start to trail down Eddie's neck, his hands moving into his shirt, caressing his skin as he sucks hickeys all over Eddie's neck.
Eddie buries his head into Buck's neck, moaning softly into his ear, his hips grinding in Buck's lap subconsciously. "Buck," Eddie moans out blissfully. "Ah." He whimpers out, their erections meeting with each swipe of his hips, moans starting to get more erratic as Buck's fingers start to play with his nipples, tweaking them gently.
Eddie pulls his face out of Buck's neck to pull him back into a kiss. Buck's tongue swipes against Eddie's lips. They part with a gasp, welcoming Buck's tongue, letting it explore his mouth.
They're so lost in the moment, moaning into each other's mouths, that they don't hear the familiar clinking of crutches coming down the hall until they hear a small scream. "Dad!" Christopher yelps out, parting abruptly as they both make eye contact with Chris, Buck having to crane his neck around.
"Ch-chris," Eddie stutters out, gulping. They all just look at each other in awkward silence before Chris turns around, declaring that he doesn't want to know. Eddie jumps up at that, running after him, tripping over his feet. "Chris, wait, wait! I can explain," Eddie yells after him, rising back to his feet to get to him. "Save it, Dad, I don't want to know. This was traumatizing enough," Chris says, his voice sounding appalled.
Buck's not worried about Chris being upset; he knows it's more about seeing your dad and his best friend make out like freaks on the couch. Smiling as he hears their back and forth, he's glad this isn't a dream because he would never wake up. He's sure his friends would miss him if that time he was in a coma had anything to say about it. Eddie has a little flour on his ass. Buck thinks chuckling to himself.
Eddie's grinning ear to ear as he knocks on Chris's door, trying to get him to open. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve to have this, the both of them. It still feels like he doesn't deserve it, so he's gonna make sure he proves to himself every day that he does. His family is finally complete.