alligator wingtip, attaché case
buddie fic ✦︎ 33k words ✦︎ explicit
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“You said you talked to Hen about”—Ravi makes a vague, conjuring gesture, even though Eddie can’t see it—“all this yesterday, right? She dresses the best out of all of us. You should ask her for fashion advice.”
“I tried.” Eddie huffs. “She said, verbatim, ‘I’m not your gay Yoda.’”
With that, the fitting room stall’s lock finally clicks open, the door swinging open with a muted groan. Eddie steps out, arms spread wide. “Alright. What do we think?”
From an objective standpoint, he looks good. He looks really good. Objectively speaking.
From a subjective standpoint, he looks like someone Buck wants to pin against the nearest surface and fuck until they’re both stupid.
“Handsome, you are,” Buck croaks.
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Or; Eddie comes out to Buck and takes him clothes shopping.
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tags: buck pov, eventual smut, light angst, sharing a bed, mildly dubious consent, exhibitionism, first kiss, blow jobs, bottom eddie, service top buck, love confessions, getting together, mutual pining
