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Eddie was made of gold.
Buck finally figured it out.
It took him too many years and more heartbreak than he knew how to deal with, but—
As Eddie moved closer, breathing hard, nervous gaze flitting between Buck’s eyes and his mouth, back and forth, Buck finally figured it out.
Eddie was golden. He had to be.
Buck’s eyes dropped down, skating the hills and valleys of Eddie’s naked shoulders. Maybe that should’ve been the first hint. His skin shone in the setting sunlight, almost shimmering, tiny droplets of sweat making it sparkle.
And then there were his eyes… Tiny specks of gold peeked through the deep, warm, earthy brown of those big, beautiful eyes. They always made Buck feel like he was important, special, every single time they looked at him.
God, his entire face looked almost statuesque, like an old monument, a statue made of the finest metal. The strong bridge of his nose, the powerful lines of his brow, the sleek curves of his mouth, the sharp angles of his jaw…
He was simply perfect. Buck vaguely wondered if he was even human.
The second Eddie sighed, tension starting to break, Buck inhaled a deep breath. The air in his lungs had just been in Eddie’s lungs. Something started shining bright in his chest.
Eddie’s hands suddenly landed on Buck’s face, burning the skin they touched. It was a good burn, a delicious burn. Curing. Cauterizing. It made sense. Those hands built. Those hands nurtured. Those hands healed. Just like his heart, those hands were woven in gilded strings, and the second they touched Buck’s skin, really touched, Buck felt like his own skin started glowing.
Eddie’s eyes closed, and then he was kissing Buck. Carefully, slowly, softly, like Buck might break if he went too fast, like he was worth the patience, the care, the savouring, the devotion.
Buck didn’t even try to remember if he had ever been kissed like that. He knew the answer.
The warmth of Eddie’s mouth made Buck’s lips feel tingly, burning up, like his very atoms were being rearranged, like the matter that made him was being transformed into something different, something better, something worthy of him.
It started with his lips, but as he wrapped aching arms around Eddie’s neck, he felt it spread. He felt it at every point their bodies touched. He felt it invading every cell in his body and the space between them, melting everything down.
Buck kissed Eddie harder, whining low in his throat.
Buck slipped cold hands under Eddie’s shirt, needing more.
Buck pressed him against the kitchen counter, desperate to be consumed whole.
He wanted to feel Eddie everywhere, all around, deep inside.
He needed to know what it felt like, to be bathed in the molten, liquid gold of his love, to drink it, to drown in it.
Maybe Eddie could be his own personal King Midas.
Maybe Eddie could turn him into gold too.