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He finds Bobby in the kitchen, and he gives Buck the task of julienning the carrots for dinner. Buck only has half his mind on it though, and he must fidget enough for Bobby to look up at him.
“Buck?” he asks, probing gently in that way he does when he can see Buck needs to get something off his head.
“D-do you think Eddie and I smell too much like each other?” he asks, and Bobby gives him this smile that feels a little telling.
“I think,” Bobby says, looking back down at his chopping board as he expertly dices onions, “that you and Eddie smell like two people who spend a lot of time together, and who care for each other a great deal.”
Buck looks down at his own half-cut julienne carrots.
“I don’t know if that answers my question,” Buck mutters.
“Au contraire, Buck, I think it answers it just enough" Bobby says, letting out a fond laugh.
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Eddie's mouth found that spot just below Buck's ear, the one that made him melt every single time. "Don't care about the movie," Eddie murmured against Buck's skin, his hands mapping the planes of Buck's stomach, his chest, everywhere he could reach. "Just want you."
"You had me this morning," Buck breathed, but he was already tilting his head back, giving Eddie better access, his body pliant and eager under Eddie's touch.
"Not enough." Eddie's voice came out rough, almost desperate. "It's never enough, Buck. I can't—I need you all the time. Can't stop thinking about you, touching you, being inside you."
Buck turned in his arms, those blue eyes dark with desire. "Then don't stop," he said, and kissed Eddie with the same intensity Eddie felt burning through his veins.
or Eddie has an obsession with Buck, there is only one thing to do about it, lots of Eddie taking Buck in various ways and locations.
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Eddie's hand lifts again, helpless, hauled forward by a gravity neither of them ever managed to bury, like he can't stop it, like whatever's been pulling him toward Buck never once got told it's over. Fingers reaching for Buck's face like the door might still hang open by a crack.
Buck steps away before it can reach him. He backs the full width of the kitchen this time and folds his arms over himself, bracing against a blow that's already a part of him.
"Don't," he croaks. "You don't get to almost have me. You don't get to reach across this space like it doesn’t hold the memory of me belonging to you. You traded that away the morning you decided I wasn't worth staying for. And I get it, Eddie. You had to go, for Chris. I know. But for fucks sake. I would have come with you. I would’ve—" There it is. The thing he never let himself admit. I would’ve come with you. You never asked. I’d’ve followed you across the country without a second of hesitation, and you decided I was easier to leave behind than to bring along. “I would’ve said yes to anything. But you didn’t ask.”
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Buck and Eddie hook up before he leaves for El Paso. Four months later, Eddie comes back with a girlfriend. -
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“I can’t keep doing this, Eddie. Your sweatpants are in my dresser. You buy the right spices at the farmer’s market for my recipes. You wear the monstrosities I knit for you. You hold my kid’s hand when we’re crossing the street.”
Eddie’s lips are at the hinge of his jaw, like he’s testing the waters. It makes Buck brave enough to bring a numb hand up to one of the belt loops on Eddie’s darkwash jeans, thumbing there restlessly—sliding the tips of his fingers under the hem of his obsidian button-down. The skin-to-skin contact is all at once relieving.
“I think we’ve both known what we are for a while now,” Buck goads, hushed; tilting to arch his neck back against the wall, granting Eddie unlimited access, praying he takes the explicit invitation. “You’re my best friend. But this isn’t sustainable.”
or: Buck's sick of pretending.
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“You want to have sex,” Eddie said slowly, “to disprove a soulmate bond.”
“That’s what I said.”
“You think bad sex is going to convince you we’re not bonded.” Eddie laughed. One infuriatingly attractive exhale through his nose, not at all amused. “You really don’t know how this works, do you?”
“I know exactly how this works.”
“Then you know that if the bond is real”—and Eddie’s voice dipped into that lower register again, the one that made Buck’s fingers curl against his thighs—“I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll forget your own name.”
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In which, Omega Buck refused to believe his soulmate is the annoying Alpha Probie Eddie.