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“Babe, where is my jacket?” Buck calls from the bedroom, riffling through their closet, standing beside a pile of clothes on the floor that have been ripped from their hangers.
Buck and Eddie are due at Bobby’s for his and Athena's New Years Eve barbeque and they are dangerously close to running late. One thing Buck absolutely despises is being late, when someone is hosting an event, the least you can do is arrive on time. Eddie however, despite his military past, doesn't care much for start times. Preferring to be ‘fashionably late’, whatever that means.
“Which jacket?” Eddie replies, voice carrying from the kitchen. Buck can hear him rummaging through the fridge, grabbing the last of the deli meats and cornichons for the finishing touches on their far too expensive charcuterie board. “You know, my leather bomber jacket with the red patch!” yells Buck. He’s had the jacket for years, before Eddie and Buck even met, picking it up in his time in Montana. It’s a black leather jacket, with the perfect amount of wear from the 10+ years of use he’s gotten out of it. The right breast is adorned with a patch of a cowboy atop a horse, mid lasso throw.
Buck hears Eddie inhale through his nose sharply “I have no idea what you’re talking about…” he returns, in a high pitched, squeaky tone. Buck furrows his brows in confusion and starts walking out of their room to interrogate his partner "C'mon Eddie you know the o—” as he walks out of the bedroom, his eyes land on a very sheepish Eddie, tucked into the corner of the kitchen, adorned with the jacket in question. “No, no, no. No way, take it off,” demands Buck.
Eddie slips into a fake frown and begins stalking over to Buck. “Please sweetheart…” He stands in front of Buck, staring up at him with wide, sparkling, deep brown, and entirely manipulative eyes. “None of the other jackets work,” he groans, adding a flutter of his eyelashes and a pout to his lips for good measure.
Eddie knows just what makes Buck tick. Part and parcel for being as close as they have been all these years. Typically, Eddie uses it for good, like being able to read Buck’s moods even better than he can, and knowing exactly what he needs. But, he also uses it for evil, knowing exactly what to do, and how to do it, in order to get what he wants from Buck.
Buck stills for a moment, ruminating. Eddie's hand moves to grasp Buck’s bare bicep, squeezing it lightly. If Buck were a weaker man he would absolutely give into Eddie’s blatant and underhanded seduction tactics. He’s seconds away from doing exactly that, before glancing at his watch and seeing how little time they have before the barbecue—he absolutely does not have time to workshop his outfit.
“No way, I based my whole look off that jacket!” Buck is wearing a white button up with a repeating pattern of small black stars spattered on the fabric. It is pulled taut over his pecs, stretched in a way that shows off his muscles, bordering on indecent, but not quite crossing that line. He is also wearing a pair of black slacks, which are accompanied with a bright red racing stripe down the side which perfectly matches the red accents of the leather jacket currently draped on his partner.
Eddie rolls his eyes, dropping his innocent act. “You’re literally wearing my shirt right now,” He sasses, whilst gesturing to his torso, which is true, and why the shirt is about 2 sizes too small for Buck. “Plus, what’s yours is mine and all that, you signed the papers,” shrugs Eddie nonchalantly, turning his back to Buck and walking to lean on the kitchen island.
Buck and Eddie have been sharing clothes since the dawn of time, even when they weren’t together, and just very codependent ‘best friends’ who meant the world to each other. ‘Oh, it’s cold in the loft? Just grab my hoodie from my locker’ ‘Sleeping on the couch? Here’s my sweatpants and an old shirt from my army days’. Buck’s not mad at Eddie for stealing his jacket, no matter how fun it might be to feign annoyance. But Buck had planned this outfit since they got invited to the barbeque, and the thought of wearing something else stresses Buck out to no end.
“One, I bought you this shirt. Two, that jacket is a premarital asset so it doesn’t count. Hand it over Diaz,” quips Buck, now unable to suppress the grin on his face.
“Alright fine Diaz,” retorts Eddie with a wide grin, the possessive use of their marital name turns Buck's cheeks bright crimson. “Here you go.” Eddie removes the jacket and extends his arm to bring it in front of Buck.
“Thank you.” He reaches out to take the jacket from Eddie, but the man holds it firm, a smirk plastered on his face with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Buck yanks the jacket towards his body, using the leverage to pull Eddie in with it. He wraps his other arm around his husband's waist, plastering them together.
As annoyed as Buck is acting, he secretly lives for these moments between the pair, bickering, bantering, poking fun at one another. Where the responsibilities of their lives can fade away, and they are just Buck and Eddie, as partners, best friends, husbands, everything.
He presses a chaste kiss to Eddie's lips. “Can I have my jacket now?”
“Fine,” Eddie replies, dragging out the end of the word for dramatics. He releases his hold on the jacket, bringing that hand to the nape of Buck’s neck, dragging him down for a languid, indulgent kiss. Buck revels in the warmth of Eddie's lips on his, parting his mouth and kissing back firmly, tightening his hold on his husband. After a moment Eddie pulls back and whispers into Buck's ear, warm breath tickling his neck “Happy wife, happy life.”
Buck's blush somehow deepens further, the corners of his mouth tip up into a smile automatically.
He untangles himself from Eddie to shrug on his jacket. Buck loosely grabs Eddie's chin, tilting his head up before placing a final peck to his lips. “Get the charcuterie board,” he states firmly whilst striding back to their bedroom.
“Sir yes sir,” answers Eddie with an accompanying mock salute.
Buck shoots Eddie a stern look over his shoulder “Eds, don’t start something we don’t have time to finish.”
Eddie answers wordlessly with a wink and an air kiss.
Within a minute, Buck returns to the kitchen where Eddie is waiting for him.
“Here, baby.” he moves to stand behind Eddie, guiding his arms into the jacket he retrieved from their room. The black corduroy overshirt that Eddie had worn on their first official date.
Buck wraps his arms around Eddie's waist from behind and presses a kiss to his jaw. “You look gorgeous.”
Eddie swivels himself around so he is facing Buck, but keeps himself firmly in Buck's embrace. “Love you,” he breathes, with a wide blush across his cheeks. “Love you too,” Buck returns softly, punctuated by a peck to Eddie's lips.
They stay there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, with matching flushed cheeks and bright smiles.
Eddie straightens in Buck's hold and pushes his hand against Buck’s chest, firmly tapping twice. “C’mon babe, let’s move! You’re gonna make us late!”