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“He doesn’t sleep.” The sentence ripped out of Buck before he could stop it. Tears threatened to spill as he brought his hand up, waving it around like it could solve all his problems. Admitting to his failure made him feel like a monster. “We’ve tried melatonin, tea, extra bedtime stories, exercising— Nothing works. Nothing works and Eddie, I am so fucking tired.”
Pathetic. He was pathetic. Almost every new parent went through a phase where their kid barely slept. Everyone else could handle it, including Maddie and Chim, so why couldn’t he? How did they push through feeling so beyond sick, that left and right and up and down all looked the same?
Earlier, he swore he saw the version of Daniel he saw in his coma dream lurking behind him. Did they see ghosts too?
A soft thumb ran over his cheek. Buck couldn’t stop himself from leaning into it.
“Baby,” Eddie whispered, soft and oh-so-concerned. In no universe did Buck deserve him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
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Or the one where Theo has kept Buck awake for four days straight, and Eddie won't let him fall any further.
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- Part 14 of Buck + Eddie
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15 Jun 2026
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"What— what do you see?"
"I see," Eddie says, measured, careful, "someone who looks like he wanted somebody to see him like that."
Buck's whole body goes hot.
"And I'm trying to decide," Eddie continues, slower now, his breath heavier, "whether I'm allowed to be that somebody."
The hand on Buck's thigh has migrated upward. He notices it three seconds after it happens, his palm now resting flat against his own stomach where his shirt has rucked up, fingers splayed across the skin. The touch of his own hand on his own body in this context is sending a current up his spine that he is, evidently, helpless to stop.
"Eddie." Buck's voice cracks. "Are you— are you jerking off to my photo?"
The pause is brief but loaded, and when Eddie answers it’s barely recognizable, every word landing somewhere in the south of Buck's body with a measurable physical impact.
"You send me a picture like that, Buck. What am I supposed to do?"
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Buck wins a boudoir photoshoot giveaway. Eddie reaps the benefits.Or,
Buck accidentally sends his nudes to Eddie.Bookmarked by NyxNymph
15 Jun 2026
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“Good,” Eddie says. And then he looks. It’s the first time Buck’s really seen him do it, and he can’t help but preen under the attention, spreading his legs and arching his back. It puts him on full display—the swell of his chest, the slick dripping from his hole. “You’re a pretty thing, huh?”
Buck’s dick twitches against his stomach, a spurt of precome splattering against his skin. Pretty. When was the last time someone looked at him and thought that?
or; buck signs up for a mating run when his instincts get to be too much
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15 Jun 2026
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The bruises mottle Buck’s skin, like paint splattered clumsily on a canvas. Except—the artist behind this, whoever they are, clearly went about it with intent and precision. A curator of hickeys; Buck’s pale thighs like the walls of a gallery. A thriving one, at that. It’s… a lot of marks.
Eddie wonders if it hurts. Well—he knows that part already, at least based on what Buck told him a few minutes ago. So instead, Eddie starts to wonder if it hurt. The procedure behind the photo; the act of being marked up so irrefutably.
Buck reacts to Eddie’s thumbs up message with a thumbs down.
Buck: I just accidentally sexted you dude
Don’t 👍👍👍👍 meOr: Eddie receives an unintended photo. Then he bites some thighs about it.
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15 Jun 2026
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Dinner's ready, just pop it in the oven. Dessert's in the bedroom ;)
A silly scribble of a winking emoji shouldn't make his pulse quicken like this– they've been together long enough that he knows exactly what Buck's capable of planning– but heat pools low in his belly anyway. He lifts the foil to find his favorite pasta, still warm in the oven Buck left on low. His stomach growls, but the promise of what's waiting down the hall makes food suddenly seem less urgent.
Ever since Eddie was a child, his mother always scolded him for eating dessert before dinner. It was a bad habit.
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or; Eddie comes home and is greeted with a sleeping Buck and a full-course meal. one in the same.
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15 Jun 2026