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Just a two chapter rewrite of Buck and Eddie in Nashville bar and what should have happened
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08 Jul 2026
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Eddie woke up to the morning light bathing the room in gold, and to a warm, comforting weight sprawled across his body.
"Good morning," a voice still hoarse from sleep whispered.
His eyes shifted down toward the source of the voice, only to find a pair of bright blue ones already looking up at him.
Or, Buck wants to move out, Eddie doesn't take it well, and a night out with their meddling friends finally pushes them to confront their feelings.
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07 Jul 2026
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Buck reaches up to remove the hat Eddie put on him before, but Eddie’s hand shoots up with inhuman speed, wrapping around his wrist to stop him.
“Nu-uh,” he says, lowering Buck’s arm. “The hat stays on.”
Buck chuckles, a little breathless.
“Damn, Eddie, do you have a cowboy kink I didn’t know about?”
In response, Eddie only huffs, rolling his eyes with a playful smile tugging at his lips as he slides his hands down Buck’s chest to his stomach, the touch so light it tickles. And then Eddie’s hands go lower, lean fingers grabbing at his belt.
Or, the mechanical bull isn’t the only thing getting ridden in Nashville.
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07 Jul 2026
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The problem is, Buck broke the touch barrier. Before, Eddie’s ass existed in his reality as much as a mirage exists in the desert—something to observe at a distance with wonder. He could only dream about what it would be like to kneel at its shore and drink from its waters, but who wouldn’t? He’s thirsty as hell!
But then, Buck actually managed to reach it and discovered it isn’t a mirage, it’s an oasis, and now he’s just supposed to move on?
Buck has always known Eddie has a nice ass, and he is secure enough in his sexuality to let him know as such. It’s no big deal… Until it is.
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07 Jul 2026
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The water is hot. Pleasantly so. Roiling gently thanks to the jets. Eddie plunges into it with a sigh pulled from somewhere deep. He sinks onto the bench and tips his head back, submerged enough to rest it comfortably against the ledge of the tub behind him. The water rises as he settles, lapping at his collarbones. Beneath its surface, he stretches his legs out.
It’s a quiet night. The neighborhood children are all tucked up in bed by now, the cars parked in driveways for the evening. The windows are shut, so are the sliding glass doors to yards; the distant, twinkling sounds of conversation and laughter from within long since muted. The noise of the city is inescapable, but here, it’s softer. Further off. It’s almost easy for it to fade into the background in this little corner of suburbia. Instead, crickets chirp from the bushes, the stray croak of a frog from somewhere in the grass joins their song. Overhead, string lights weave through the patio cover beams, casting the porch in a soft, warm glow.
It’s nice here, in Buck’s new backyard. Peaceful.
But, maybe that’s more to do with the company, than the ambiance.
Or, Buck, Eddie, and Buck's new hot tub.
Bookmarked by embracedflaws
06 Jul 2026