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'You're so hot.' Buck said. In his mind. What? It's not like he could actually say that out loud to his best friend. Could yiu be best friends with someone you've known for less than a month? Actually, Eddie was basically his soul mate. Platonically. Eddie would probably agree. Well no, he would probably laugh at Bucks face for even thinking that. Or maybe he'd be horrorfied and get a restraining order. Wait, was there grounds for a restraining order here? Hopefully not.
What was he thinking about?
Eddie, probably. Eddie consumed his every thought these days. Waking and unwaking. Not- not sexual or anything! Just.
Anyways.
"You want another beer?!" Buck yelled, a bit unnecessarily maybe, alcohol amplifying the moderatly loud bar to deafening sea outside their little bubble.
Eddie grinned sloppily up at Buck where his head had made itself home on the table.
God. Eddie was tomato red all over, eyes glazed over with wetness the dripped down his cheeks if he even dained to move to fast. So glossy and pretty...
"I won't ever say no! We should probably get out of here soon!" Eddie yelled back, just as loud, just as unnecessary. Far sexier voice to hear screaming though, in Bucks opinion.
Not that hed ever thought of making Eddie scream!
"I've got a shift tomorrow around noon!"
Buck blinked.
"Oh! Me too! I'll go grab our night caps and we can get and uber! You can crash on my couch again!"
"Sounds good, man!"
Eddie had slept over once. Bucks pillow had smelled faintly of his shampoo (or conditioner, or maybe just his Eddieness). It was nice. He hadn't washed the pillowcase since. Which was probably gross.
But...
...it was Eddie.
So they dirty pillowcase remained, huffed every night by its owner, who at least had the decency not masturbate into it.
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"Oh. Hey Buck!"
Buck jerked and looked up at Eddie who had been on his way past Bucks table to the counter. Buck had just been sitting there nursing a coffee after stuffing himself with different confectionaries. His coffee was really cold. Not like Eddie's eyes. Eddie's eyes were warm. Like warm coffee. Warmer than warm, just below too hot to drink. That was what Eddie's eyes looked like to him.
"Eddie! Uh, hey, you, uh. Do you wanna grab a bite to eat? I'm- I could use a snack."
Eddie grinned at Bucks fumbling, eyes pointedly glancing at the cup cake wrappers on Bucks table.
"You sure, bud? Not scared of ruining your," he put on annoying voice for the next part, " perfectly sculpted body?"
(Did Eddie think Bucks voice was annoying?)
Buck flushed. He subconsciously pulled at his tight t-shirt.
"Oh, uh. You think I'm losing my definition?"
That wouldn't do. Eddie had a gorgeous 8-pack. Buck had made his peace with never being able to get on Eddie's level but he couldn't allow himself to stray further away from him.
Eddie frowned immediately turning every bite of food in Bucks giant balloon belly to lead.
"What? No, no, no! I was kidding man! I actually-" Eddie glanced nervously down Bucks belly. "I actually think maybe, maybe you could stand to gain some weight. You've got a good build for bulking, and it would probably help you like, carry stuff. You could pick people up way easier if you got some more meat on your bones. For firefighting! Obviously."
Oh.
"Yeah, I- I guess so."
Bucks stomach turned. He'd been so self absorbed. Obsessed with his looks. But he could have been helping more people! God, Eddie was right! Who cared if his abs lost some of their definition, he could use that extra strength in the field!
"I mean! It's your body, I didn't mean to make you feel weird, man."
Eddie sighed irritated, rubbing the back of his neck. The irritation was obviously pointed inwards. He had that 'Eddie hating on himself' vibe to him. Usually if Buck irritated Eddie he would still smiling fondly. (When other people irritated him he just looked pissy. Which separated Buck from the masses and made him better than everyone else so ha!)
"No, I get it! I actually think you've got a point. I could stand to bulk up a little." He smiled teasingly up at Eddie. "Who knows, maybe then I got throw you over my shoulder and make you play with me."
Eddie gaped at him.
Fuck.
Buck gulped.
"I just meant, then you'd have to play Assasins Creed with me."
"I already told you, I prefer first person shooters."
Buck frowned. He knew how much Eddie hated his time in the military and hated guns after he got shot up a bunch. Eddie must have a really good therapist to be able to play shooting games so easily. Or maybe not? Was this weird to think about?
"Anyway, lunch is on me this time. Let me treat you for once." Eddie winked as he nodded for Buck to follow him to the counter.
Buck rubbed his flushed cheeks, hoping to spread the red blush all around so maybe it wasn't so obvious.
God, how pathetic.
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