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A fucking bomb could have gone off in the firehouse that Buck wouldn't have heard because he was too busy smiling like a dope on his phone.
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I miss you
love you ♡
And well, who could blame him? I mean, how could he not smile like a goofball at a text message from his boyfriend? Where he told him that he loved him, to boot.
In the background he could hear Hen and Chimney babbling about something that may or may not have been important, who cared anyway.
He then heard an “Earth to Buckley!” followed by some kind of ball hitting his head.
“What the fuck?” he turned his attention away from his phone and put it in his pocket, then lowered his gaze to the ground where he found a grape. The weapon.
“Finally! You're back with us I see, will it last for at least twenty minutes?” teased Hen, sitting at the counter as she ate some grapes from time to time.
“You already know it won't last. All the fault of his mysterious boyfriend,” replied Chimney, who was approaching them, "you'll give me hives for how much you are- I can't find a word, I'll just say yuck."
“Stop it!” cut short Buck ”So? What do you want?”
“To go out. Friday night. Me, you and Chimney.”
“Why?”
“Come on Buckley!” complained Chimney, now sitting aside at Hen "We haven't gone out in weeks, and when we do manage to arrange it, you always bail on us at the last minute because of a family emergency" he made quotation marks for that last part.
Well yes, a fabulous night with your boyfriend that you struggle to see is considered a family emergency, okay? Sue him if you want.
“We know you end up hooking up with the mysterious guy anyway.”
“Why do you keep calling him mysterious? He's not mysterious!”
Hen leaned over the counter “Because, my dear Buck, you've been dating him for what, months? And none of us know what he looks like or what his name is!”
Well, Buck might disagree. If he wants to be picky they know what his boyfriend looks like and they certainly know what his name is. They just don't know that he is his boyfriend.
“Hen is right, you don't usually waste time telling us about everything you do with one of your partners and now? Nada.” he said in a dramatic tone ”How should we feel? We are your friends Buckley and it makes us sad not to know every personal fact about you. We feel, like- excluded from your life.”
Yeah okay, Chimney was right. But like, totally right: every time he started a relationship he was excited to talk about it with his friends. But this one? This one was too important and too much in the press to be exposed to the four winds. Especially if one of your closest friends couldn't keep a fucking secret.
Besides, they were fine. Both of them. In their little bubble of love with no one around.
No friends, no family. Just them. And well, Chris of course, but he was the exception.
He huffed, “He's not mysterious, he's just- reserved, that's all,” correct, but not entirely accurate. But they didn't care to know.
“Alright Buckley, whatever you say. But we expect an introduction soon, am I crystal clear?”
“Yes, crystal clear.”
“Good, so you'll come out with us friday night?”
He thought about it for a second: he and Eddie had nothing planned that Friday, so why not? Sure, a night of beer and other various booze is absolutely nothing compared to an night of cuddling and sex with one's super-hot boyfriend, but Eddie would have to stay late on set to shoot a night scene, so he really had no excuse.
“Yes, Friday night I'll be all yours if it makes you so happy.”
“Great!”
Buck laughed as he saw his friends exult. Then his pocket vibrated. He pulled out his phone and smiled like a 16-year-old love-struck idiot. He was so cheesy when it came to Eddie that one day he would die of diabetes.
“See? He didn't last 20 minutes Henrietta.”
It was obvious he wouldn't last; what did they expect? I mean, they could see their partners whenever they wanted since Hen was married and Chimney was living together. He wasn't.
He wasn't living with Eddie, not yet at least, and between his hectic shifts and Eddie's set schedule they saw relatively little of each other during the week.
The good thing? When he had a day off and Eddie was working, he could take Chris and spoil him as he wanted. Last week he even got him a $500 LEGO set; when Eddie found out about it, he yelled at them both, giving the two of them all the more reason to do the exact same thing again as soon as possible.
“What the fuck are you telling me?!” Buck looked up in confusion at Chimney who looked a mix between demoralized, confused, and happy.
“Nothing? You did it all, we kept quiet.”
Chimney looked at her with no amusement in her eyes “You are so funny Hen, sometimes I wonder why you are here being a paramedic when you could be out in the bars of Los Angeles doing stand up comedy”
“You know, I'm starting to wonder that myself.”
“Okay enough. Chim, why did you say that?”
“Thanks Buck, at least someone is interested in me in this place” he rolled his eyes ”by the way, I said that because I just got a notification of Diaz's latest interview.”
There he is. Here we go again.
See, one thing Buck should have expected when he made the decision to date a public figure without telling anyone was that he would spend his days hearing other people talk about how hot his boyfriend was.
It has to be said, though, that hearing Chimney talk about Eddie is definitely hilarious. Really, if he and his sister were not close to marriage - yes okay, he peeked into Chimney's locker, so what? - Buck would start to believe that Chimney would have Eddie banging him up against the wall.
Chimney could be considered his number three fan. Yes, number three because his number one fan was Chris, of course, although he was still too young for certain movies, and Buck was his number two fan.
“Chimney, seriously, you're obsessed with him.”
“That's not true Hen, he's a good actor and I appreciate other people's work.”
“Do you also appreciate his work in the gym?”
Buck coughed and blamed it on a grape he hadn't eaten. He greatly appreciated his work in the gym.
“I do not consider it necessary to answer that question, Henrietta.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, as I was going to say, Diaz did an interview recently. Do you know what part everyone is talking about now?”
Buck raised a eyebrow. Hen snorted in defeat. Chim hurried to start the video.
“Such an educated and attractive man you don't find every day, who will be able to take you home has to hold on tight and never let you go, am I right?”
“Actually I think I'm the one who has to hold on to the partner you know? You don't find people like him around.”
Buck choked again on that mysterious grape he kept not eating. Or so he told Hen when she turned of his direction to look at him confused.
“This is surprising, we've never heard of this. How long have you been together?”
“Two years now. I've never been happier.”
And Buck's heart skipped a few beats.
“Two years? That's definitely a long time. And tell us Eddie, what's it like? Is it complicated to have what would seem to be a serious relationship with your work?”
“Well, let's just say we adjust: between his constant shifts at work and my constant being on set, especially in the last period, it's hard to find time to spend together. We make it though, and that's the best part of it all.”
And Buck couldn't disagree with him. Damn, how lucky was he to have him? Sometimes he still wonders how someone like Eddie ended up with someone like him.
“That's lovely! Is there a chance we could meet him? Maybe for a couple's interview, who knows?”
Buck heard Eddie chuckle.
“Maybe, in the future perhaps, but for now we are fine.”
“And does this mysterious boy have a name?”
And this time Eddie laughed.
“Yes, of course, but it remains private. I don't want a myriad of paparazzi in front of his house, I'd never forgive myself.”
And Buck- Buck was dead inside, probably. In fact, much more than probably, definitely. But dead in a good way.
“I mean, can you believe it!”
Buck's trance-like state was brutally interrupted by Chimney's desperate scream. Now what the fuck was plaguing his brain?
“I don't get the point Chim.”
“The point, Hen, is that Diaz has got a boyfriend for two fucking years and he's saying it like it's nothing!”
“Why is it nothing, maybe?” and when Buck said these words, he could feel lasers coming out of Chimney's eyes and burning his skin.
“Why are you looking at me like that? It's true, he's just an actor who says he has a boyfriend.”
“Chim, Buck is right.”
“No, it's just the actor revealing that he has been having a boyfriend for two years.”
Now, Buck talked it over with Eddie and thought about telling his friends that he and Eddie are a fucking couple and that mysterious guy he has is actually a fucking actor, but the confidence in doing it diminished with each passing second.
Really, how would Chim have reacted?
“I'm just saying that if he hasn't said it in these two years, there's a reason, right? And then, again, he didn't do anything big, he just said he's been with a boyfriend for two years. That guy's probably at work right now and thinks he's looking forward to seeing him and getting him into bed.”
And yes, Buck was thinking just that.
“Buckley, I swear to God-”
Buck was saved in extremis by the alarm that began to sound. But so much from the look Chimney gave him throughout the call he knew the conversation would not end soon.
In his opinion, a cat attached to his balls with his fingernails would have hurt less than the look Chimney was giving him.
The beautiful action movie they had started watching had now passed into oblivion in his mind. The soft sounds of gunfire were almost creating a very pleasant atmosphere throughout.
After all, what was not pleasant about having your boyfriend clinging to your side while you were making out on a quiet Friday night? So yes, the whole thing was definitely pleasant.
Eddie, in fact, was sitting by her side, his body pressed against hers, one hand roaming his chest and the other somehow grabbing his blond curls.
Buck, on the other hand, sat comfortable, enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend's body pressed against his own as he ran a hand over his thigh. Occasionally he felt Eddie shiver under his touch.
Eddie moaned softly: “I've missed you so much this week.”
“You talk as if we haven't seen each other at all, when in fact we saw each other just this morning.”
Eddie lazily kissed the corner of his mouth “Finding you on set because some jerk messed up and not being able to tell you I love you is not seeing you”
Buck blushed like a teenager on his first crush “We were on FaceTime, there you told me a lot more than just I love you”
Eddie laughed softly, continuing to leave lazy kisses on Buck's mouth. Not that he was complaining, of course.
“Yeah well, but on FaceTime you can't do what I said to me.”
He leaned further into the kiss, savoring every single sensation of warmth that emanated. Eddie swung his leg over Buck's waist, settling comfortably on top of him. Buck wasted no time in planting his hands in his hips, touching the hot skin beneath the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. His sweatshirt.
“You know,” he said, as Eddie wrapped his arms around his neck and smiled against his lips “I have to say you look very good in this outfit.”
“Yeah? Do you like it?” he asked allusively.
And yes, he liked it. He loved it.
Now, Eddie looked very good, in fact, really good, in terms of build - even Chimney agreed - but Buck, well, Buck was big compared to him. Much bigger. So when Eddie would show up at Buck's house and steal his clothes after taking a shower, Buck had the honor of a really really sexy view.
Not that Eddie was a kid with clothes three sizes bigger, but they still stayed pretty loose on his body. And Buck loved this. Especially when the sweatshirt he was wearing was his LAFD sweatshirt. With his fucking name on it.
“Yeah, maybe.”
Eddie chuckled and took to kissing him again, lazily, unhurriedly. They were enjoying the moment. Definitely a good moment.
He settled him better on his legs, holding him tightly by the back, bringing him as close as possible. He leaned into his touch, increasing the heat from the kiss. I mean, the last time they'd been like this had been almost two weeks earlier, Buck was a bit of a wreck.
Not that Eddie was any less, quite the contrary.
Eddie put his hands under his shirt and the hot contact between the two skins made him wince. Very smoothly Buck lifted himself up with his back and shed his shirt, getting comfortable back on the couch with his hands clasped on his boyfriend's hips.
“Okay Buckley, definitely better” he told him, panting.
They resumed kissing, Buck sought Eddie's lips whimpering, letting out a disapproving groan when Eddie parted from him with a grin. Disapproval that immediately disappeared when Eddie took to slowly kissing his jaw in a dirty, heartbreaking way. And definitely beautiful.
“Eddie-” and the words died in his throat "fuck.”
Eddie in response giggled against his skin, never separating from him. Then Eddie pushed his hips toward his and- oh fuck. What a beautiful feeling.
Buck sought Eddie's lips again, hungry for them, holding him tightly by the hips. Eddie began to move slowly over his body, their semi-hard cocks, covered by stupid layers of clothing, rubbing against each other in a slow and pleasurable friction.
Buck ran his hands up his back, tracing every single muscle with his fingers. Eddie put a hand in his hair, running his fingers through the soft blond curls.
The frantic kisses began to mix with desperate mouth-to-mouth gasps.
So yeah, there was nothing unpleasant about that Friday night. Everything was perfect.
Except for the doorbell that started ringing. But fuck that.
"Are you waiting- are you waiting for someone?" Eddie gasped.
"No, no I'm not waiting-" oh.
No, he wasn't actually waiting for anyone, like he said. It was the anyone that were waiting for him that friday night.
Well, shit.
“Evan Buckley!” Hen’s screams sounded a lot less threatening with the door closed. “We know you’re in there! I swear to God I’ll kill you.”
“Damn, it’s Hen and Chimney, I was supposed to go out with them tonight!”
“Why didn’t you tell me when I got here?!”
“You looked all pretty and I completely forgot about it!”
Eddie smiled. “Am I that distracting Buckley?”
And Buck laughed back. “Oh, you have no idea.”
“God, I’ll have to thank Maddie for leaving me the spare keys–” and then the sound of keys hitting the floor made its way through the house.
“Oh Jesus Christ.”
Buck looked to his right: Hen and Chimney were right there, staring at them with wide eyes and gaping mouths, eyebrows at their hairlines. They looked like they were out of a cartoon.
“Guys–”
“What the fuck is Eddie Diaz doing on your fucking lap?!”
“Chim, it seems quite obvious to me–”
"Yeah, i get it Hen! What I want to know is – Eddie Diaz?"
“Yeah well, this kind of things usually happens when you're in a relationship–” Eddie replied, since Buck seemed to have forgotten how to talk.
Hen laughed as Chimney looked more and more shocked.
Eddie got off his lap as smoothly as he had come up – sadly, he would say – and pressed himself against his side as before. He handed him the blanket just as smoothly. Buck thanked him awkwardly as he covered his crotch, just to maintain some dignity.
“I– okay, I think– I think I need a minute to process this” and Hen pulled out a chair and brought it over to Chimney, who sat down defeatedly on it, still looking in their direction.
“So…”
“No, shut up Buck, I need one more second.”
“One second because you interrupted him doing his private thing or because you interrupted him doing his private thing with your celebrity crush?”
“Both.”
Everyone was silent. Eddie was still pressed against his side as he took his hand and intertwined his fingers with his under the blanket.
Then Chimney sighed “Okay, now you can explain.”
"Okay. Well, um– Hen, Chim, this is my mysterious boyfriend, Eddie. But you know who he is."
“Hey” he greeted them.
“Well, that’s surprising. So that’s why we’ve never met him before, right?” Unlike Chimney, Hen was keeping her cool, and Buck was really appreciating that.
“Yeah. But it would have happened soon, I promise, just not under these circumstances.”
Buck watched her glance down at his godforsaken t-shirt, left on the floor beside the couch.
“Wait a second. I saw the interview this morning where you said you’d been dating for two years, so you two have been dating for that long? Buck, you started talking about your boyfriend a few months ago!”
“Yeah well, we wanted to keep it quiet for a while, you never know, you know”
Chimney nodded: “Yeah no, it makes sense actually”
Then Eddie spoke up: “Wait, do you follow my interviews?”
“Oh absolutely, he doesn’t miss a single one. Right?”
Buck nodded enthusiastically “Hen right, Chimney is obsessed with you. Well, not as much as I am, but you know, still”
“Guys–”
“Yeah, you’re like his wet dream”
And Eddie laughed, burying his face in the crook of Buck’s neck.
“Oh my god, Buck! You spent two fucking years listening to me rant about your boyfriend and you just stood there and listened?! God, I want to kill myself”
Hen laughed, followed by Buck and Eddie. Chimney looked like he really wanted to commit suicide.
“Okay um, I know we were supposed to go out but– you know–” Buck started moving his hands between him and Eddie without continuing the sentence, leaving it hanging.
Eddie finished it for him though “We’d like to finish what we started, if you don’t mind”
Chimney jumped up from his chair, maybe too quickly “No, yeah, yeah absolutely. I– we’re leaving now.”
He walked quickly, passing Hen, while Buck followed him with his eyes.
"Okay Buckley, you're safe this time, but know that I expect an outing with both of you where I want to know everything. Am I clear?"
Buck really wanted to answer Hen, but really, he couldn’t. Why? Well, because Eddie, that fucker, had started to slowly move his hand up his thigh. If he opened his mouth, Hen would hold this against him forever. And Chimney would accuse him of ruining his life.
“Yes Hen, very clear. I can’t wait” Eddie replied then, with a shit-eating grin.
Hen greeted them both and then headed towards Chimney who was waiting for her at the door. After another short greeting, Hen, before closing the door behind her, said: “Make sure you have safe sex” immediately followed by Chimney saying: “HENRIETTA WILSON! STOP! WHAT THE HELL?!”
When Buck heard the door close, he groaned and threw his head back on the couch: “You little shit” and he smiled.
Eddie chuckled.
“So…” Eddie pulled the blanket off very quickly, then swung his leg over Buck’s body again, straddling him again. He leaned his face closer to his, their noses colliding. Mouths touching, sighs mingling, and Buck’s hands firmly back on Eddie’s hips “...where were we?”
Buck looked at Eddie’s lips and licked his own with his tongue “I don’t remember, you should refresh my memory”
Eddie grinned and ended that short distance between them. Finally.