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In a move absolutely unprecedented and insane, that makes Eddie's heart lodge into his fucking throat, Buck grabs hold of his wrist.
Both men stay like that, Buck holding on to Eddie, and Eddie letting himself be held. Their heaving breaths are the only sound disturbing the room's quiet.
Eddie's eyes fall on Buck's chest as Buck slowly undoes the button, letting the shirt part. He lets out a shaky breath as he gingerly guides Eddie's hand to the expanse of hot skin.
Eddie inhales sharply.
Oh, he is so fucked.
"Buck..." Eddie's voice comes out as a warning. He swallows thickly.
"Eddie, please." Buck's voice is barely a whisper, his skin electric against Eddie's palm.
Eddie feels like he is going crazy. He twists his hand free of Buck's grip and turns away. He feels lightheaded, having all the air knocked right out of his lungs.
"You're drunk, Buck. You-you're not thinking straight. Go to sleep," he grits out, the words feeling foreign on his own tongue.
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A very drunk Buck finds it hard to keep himself from laying his feelings- and hands- on his best friend. A stone-cold sober Eddie wrestles with the morality of it all, and ultimately loses.