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Eddie Diaz and the Totally Normal Marriage Heist

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this was called 'crazy girl eddie 👰🏻‍♂️' in the docs lol

The thought first hits him in the middle of a call; somewhere right between noticing that Buck finally got the crushed driver door open, and the relieved (relatively unscathed) woman placing a hand on Buck’s arm.

Buck smiles—that bashful little thing he does when he drops his chin to chest—and it hits him.

Mine. Eddie’s brain supplies. He’s mine. Get off him.

It’s an odd thought to have about his best friend, but Eddie finds himself agreeing with the little growling voice in his head and, naturally, decides to abandon Hen to stalk to Buck’s side and place a claiming hand of his own on his other arm.

“We’ve got the passenger loaded up,” he tells Buck, then turns a sharp gaze onto the driver. “You going with them, ma’am?”

Eddie purposely flicks his gaze from her face to her hand when she makes eye contact with him, and is immensely pleased with himself when she drops her hand like touching Buck’s turnout coat burns.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll.. I’ll go with him.” she says, backing up a couple steps, “Mom would kill me if I let my brother go alone.” She tries to salvage the situation with a renewed flirty look at Buck and an emphasis on ‘brother’, but now that he’s in range, it seems like Eddie’s the only one Buck’s got eyes for.

His eyes leave Eddie momentarily, looking her over from head to toe. Eddie almost starts to seethe again, but Buck simply asks, “Do you need some help getting to the ambulance?”

Eddie can’t help it. The even-more-solid thought that’d hit him earlier leeches into another Look at the woman and she takes the hint.

“No, no, I’m okay, I’ll just..” she gestures over her shoulder with her thumb and opens her mouth to say something else, but must decide against it, snapping it closed and turning on her heel to hurry back to the ambulance.

“Right.” Eddie breathes, glancing over to find Buck staring almost dumbfounded back at him. “Let's get this cleaned up so we can get back.”

He squeezes Buck’s shoulder once, lets it go, and starts to scheme.

—

Let it be known that Eddie Diaz has never once been this insane about anyone or anything.

Until Buck.

Always Buck.

Beautiful, perfect, loving, loveable Evan Buckley who Eddie wants to tie to him in every conceivable way possible.

…And maybe he also wants to kiss him stupid.

It’s a new thought, but one that he can’t get into at the moment because he’s next in line at the county clerk’s office.

The idea is simple: Eddie will get the most barebones version of marriage licence they have (he’s got an excuse locked and loaded behind his teeth if he needs it), get Buck to sign it (preferably without him reading it), get Bobby to sign as a witness (hoping Bobby doesn’t know if what he’s going to pass this off as needs a witness), and bring it back the next day to be filed.

Buck didn’t react badly to being named Chris’ guardian, in fact—if you ask Eddie—Buck-related self-sacrificial injuries on the job are down at least 30 percent since then, so it’s a win for everyone, not just Eddie. So logic would reason that he won’t be upset by this either.

Hopefully.

..Maybe.

…Probably.

God, Eddie hopes he isn’t mad when he finds out.

So here he is, on the fourth floor of Los Angeles City Hall in the third line from the left because the clerk here looked the nicest, standing behind an older man who smells like birria.

Eddie had debated coming clean ahead of time, maybe by surprising Buck at his new place and asking him along to run some errands, but surprising him when he gets the marriage certificate in the mail about six weeks from now seems the best course of action and the one that will give him the most amount of time to figure out how to tell Buck.

If everything goes to plan.

Birria Man leaves, and the clerk calls him forward.

This is it. Time to see if his batshit plan is going to work.

The clerk, Ann, smiles at him from behind a plexiglass window. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m looking to get a marriage licence.”

“Okay, and is your fiancé with you at this time?” she asks, typing something into her computer.

“Well, no.” Here it goes, “I’m actually trying to surprise him? We’ve been together a while and I’ve only just got comfortable enough to…” he clears his throat, it’s tightening up on him for some reason. “I’ve been dragging my feet for too long and he deserves this.”

Eddie stands up straighter, feeling the words sink into him. Huh.

The clerk sighs, “Sir..”

Shit.

“He’s in my will already, he’s the one who gets my son if something happens to me.” he pleads, pulling out his birth certificate from behind Chris’ in the folder he’d brought with him. He passes the document over, “My name is Edmundo Diaz.”

She gives him a Look, then turns her gaze to her screen, typing out 11 letters and hitting the enter key.

She gives him another look, and it’s expectant, like she was expecting that her actually being able to fact-check his claim would make him backtrack.

Eddie just looks at her. Then at her computer. Then back at her.

She purses her lips, then leans forward on her hand, elbow propped up on her desk as she scrolls through everything the city has on him.

“Do you have a middle name you’ve added since birth? And I’ll need the last four of your social.”

Ah. Right. Not the only Edmundo Diaz in LA.

“Uh, no middle name, but last four are 2684.”

She nods again, scrolls a little more, then clicks through a good handful of things, “What is your partner’s name?”

It hits Eddie then, the inherent double meaning to the title he and Buck have given each other so earnestly and easily. He almost laughs, but bites it back. “His name is Evan James Buckley, last four is 3249.”

Immediately he’s struck by how easily the information rolls off his tongue. Why does he know Buck’s social sec—he almost laughs. Again. Eddie’s been at Buck’s hospital bedside how many times over the years?

How many times did it have to have been where he’s just…absorbed those nine little digits?

She sighs again. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m going through everything on you and your fiance, and I believe you.” she turns a bit more, her back to him as she files through a cabinet behind her.

Eddie takes the moment to silently sigh, shoulders drooping in relief.

The clerk spins to him again, “Okay, so you and your spouse will have to fill out your information here and here,” she explains, pointing out the sections, “And you will need two witnesses to sign here and here.” She points to the last two fields. “I can get the process started, but it won’t go forward until this is signed and turned back into the registrar’s desk with you both in attendance, where the marriage will then be confirmed by us, and the process will be sent through after that. Any questions?”

“No, thank you so much.” Eddie can’t help but smile as he slots the form carefully into the folder he’d brought with him. “He’s going to be so surprised.”

—

And that brings him to today. The evening of day two of their next 48-hour, and he’s crossing the loft with the licence in a manila folder with a couple other official-looking forms with his and Chris’ names on them.

Oh Jesus Christ what is he doing?

Is he seriously about to trap Buck into a marriage with him?

His steps falter and slow, his brain speeding up ahead of him. He’s been feeling no less manic about Buck in the days since that call, still has no qualms about never being married to anyone else, completely at ease with tying Buck to him and Chris in this way but–

What if Buck doesn’t?

What if he meets someone tomorrow and he discovers what Eddie did a year later when they file their licence paperwork and Eddie never got the guts to come clean and he loathes Eddie the rest of their lives and Chris will leave because of what he did, another failure under his belt when it comes to his son and why did he change his will without telling Buck in the first place and—

“Eddie?”

Buck’s voice pierces through his spiral.

Eddie looks down at him. Buck’s looking at him over the back of the couch, body turned to the side to lay one giant arm along the back cushions.

“Y–” Eddie clears his throat, “Yeah?”

Buck glances down at the folder in his hands. “You okay? You’ve been standing there for a minute..”

“I…” Well, Eddie doesn’t quite know how to answer that.

To Eddie’s absolute horror, Buck stands and hops over the back of the couch to get to him.

“Eddie? Hey, what’s going on?”

Oh Jesus Christ almighty…there’s no going back now, is there? He’s seen the folder in his hands, he’s seen Eddie’s obvious trepidation.

He knows Buck well enough to know that he will not let this go.

“I, um..” he clears his throat, opening the folder and arranging the papers just so. “Can you sign this? It’s something extra they told me I needed to file for Christopher. To go along with my will?”

Buck’s worried expression softens at the edges, “Yeah, ‘course Eddie. Anything you need.”

He takes the papers carefully from Eddie’s hands and walks them to the kitchen island, his eyes going directly to the lines Eddie had stuck two of those official-looking ‘Sign here’ tabs to this morning between some carefully paperclipped slips of information he’d used to cover up any and all instances of the word ‘MARRIAGE’.

Buck, to Eddie’s immense relief, takes a pen from the front shirt pocket of his uniform, signing on the lines quick and easy.

Eddie’s already swooping in totally chill and non suspicious-like to grab the form as Buck finishes the little flourish he does on his second Y.

“Anywhere else I need to sign?” he asks, and Eddie indulges him, flipping up some of the little scraps of paper even though he knows there were only those two spots to sign.

“No, those were it.” he sighs, letting real relief settle onto his features, “I just need…” he looks around the loft; Bobby is sitting at the head of the dining table doing something on his laptop with his glasses perched on his nose.

Buck is still hovering over his shoulder, so Eddie goes to meet Bobby at the table.

“Bobby, can you sign this as a witness?”

“What’s this for, now?” he asks, still half distracted.

“Something the courts told me I needed to go along with my will.”

“Ah. Of course.” Bobby blinks up from his laptop and holds a hand out for the folder, which Eddie gladly passes over.

“You’re the purple ones.” He adds, directing Bobby’s gaze to the bottom of the form.

Bobby glances up at him, then at the form, then he remembers..

Bobby’s seen what a California marriage licence looks like. He would have had to sign in the same place when he’d officiated Maddie and Chimney’s hospital ceremony.

Oh Fuck.

But something chimes on Bobby’s screen and he looks up at it.

Bobby sighs, signs and prints his name, and passes the folder back.

“Thanks, Cap.”

“‘Course Eddie,” he says, already focused back in on whatever it is he was doing.

Almost giddy that he’s getting away with it, Eddie looks around the loft once more. Buck is still hovering near the island watching him, he just needs one other— “Ravi! Can you come here, please?”

Ravi groans, but moves from the little table he’d been sitting at along the railing to where Eddie lays out the form again. “I’m doing legal crap, can you sign here as a second witness?”

“Sure, man.” He sighs again, but does—signs his name and prints it in the next box over under Eddie’s pointing finger.

Ravi, ever the fucking curveball apparently, tosses Eddie’s pen into the air above the table with a sarcastic “Woo…Congratulations.” before wandering back to his abandoned seat.

With a sigh, Eddie closes the folder and moves back to Buck’s side.

“Everything good now?” he asks, looking pleased at Eddie’s relief.

“Perfect.” he sighs, then looks over at his friend. His Best friend. That he’s deceiving. Eddie feels some of the relief drain from his face. “Come to City Hall tomorrow to drop it off with me?” he asks before he can chicken out.

“Absolutely, Eddie. Anything you need.”

“How about a copy of your birth certificate?”

Buck barks out a booming laugh, “Done.”

–

The universe had apparently decided that it’s on Eddie’s side with all this.

Not that he believes in all that crap, but the fact that everything wasn’t going to absolute shit was definitely bolstering his whole marriage heist plan.

Eddie had gone home after shift the next morning with plans to meet back up with Buck that afternoon to brave the walk-in lines at City Hall together.

“It’s a Tuesday afternoon, they shouldn’t be too crazy busy.” Buck had reasoned, “As long as we’re there before three.”

So after a morning filled with even more realizations of how damn well he knows his partner as he fills in every single bit of information on Buck’s section of the licence (with only minimal research to find out what county Hershey is in), Buck picks him up at one that afternoon.

“Have a good nap?” he asks as Eddie climbs into the passenger seat.

“Didn’t end up getting to sleep,” he admits.

“Hmph.” Buck snorts, “Well I slept like a baby.”

“I’m glad, Buck.”

“Oh!” Buck says as they pull up to the first stop sign. He reaches around the back of Eddie’s seat (sending Edide’s heart rate skyrocketing for some odd reason) and pulls out a folder of his own, passing it over. “After I fished this out for you.”

He starts driving again, and Eddie opens it.

It’s Buck’s birth certificate.

Eddie’s throat clenches.

What the hell is he doing…

He glances over the information and is way too fucking pleased with himself to discover that he’d gotten everything exactly right except Margaret’s maiden name, which he’d purposefully left blank in case he could wheedle it out of Buck later.

He makes note of it in his head so he can fill it out when they get there.

“All good?” Buck asks when Eddie closes the folder.

“Yeah.” he rasps, “Turns out I didn’t need it.”

Buck laughs, “Know me that well, huh?”

“Yeah.” Eddie hums, “Guess I do.

–

It’s not until they are actually standing in the physical line for a window together that Eddie wonders to himself how the hell he’s going to explain any odd questions the clerk might have for them when they reach the front.

Do they switch lines? Buy themselves more time? Time for what though?? He doesn't have a plan, he didn’t even think he’d get this far with the plan he’s currently in.

Sucks for Eddie the No Good Horrible Bad Friend though, because they are called up to the window in next to no time flat.

“How can I help you, gentlemen?”

Eddie clears his throat, marveling slightly at how stable his voice sounds as he starts to speak. “I was told I needed to turn this back in in person with my partner here?”

The clerk, this one named Andy, looks between them after looking down at the form he’d passed under the gate in the window.

Eddie counts his lucky fucking stars that he and Buck have no normal sense of boundaries and Buck’s arm is casually plastered against the back of Eddie’s where he stands beside him.

The clerk looks over the form, “Got it, you are Edmundo, and you are Evan?” he asks, glancing between them in turn.

“Correct.” Eddie says at the same time Buck says “That’s me!” all cheery.

“Okay,” he nods, then continues on as if what he’s about to say next isn’t going to cause Eddie’s world to crumble into bits. “And were you wanting to file name-ch—”

Buck’s phone rings at that moment, and Eddie just barely stops himself from breathing an actual sigh of relief.

“Oh, sorry, it’s Maddie,” Buck explains, apologetically, “I’m going to–”

“No, no, go answer, I’ll finish here.” Eddie assures him, shoo-ing Buck away.

Buck, bless him, smiles all bright and beautiful, then ducks away to take Maddie’s call.

Eddie’s gonna need to send her a fucking gift basket.

“Sorry, his sister’s pregnant, what were you saying?”

“Were you two wanting to file name-change paperwork at this time?”

Eddie sighs, acting put-upon, “We haven’t decided what we are going to do with them yet, but we have time, right?”

The clerk nods, stamping and signing Eddie’s Form of Lies™ then shuffling it away into his outbox. “You can file whenever, though it’s easier at this time or after the certificate arrives, which will be mailed to…” Eddie nods as the clerk turns his attention to his screen, looking between it and Eddie’s Form of Lies™ again briefly to compare. “4995 South Bedford Street?”

“That’s the one.”

“Alright,” the finality in his tone is like music to Eddie’s ears, “It should arrive somewhere in the ballpark of six weeks.”

“Thanks.” Eddie grins, “Thanks so much.”

He approaches Buck just as he’s ending his call with Maddie, “Yep. Yeah of course, we can do brunch tomorrow. Love you too, Mads. Bye.” he pockets his phone, and looks Eddie over as he approaches. “All set?”

Once again Eddie is hit with the immeasurable urge to kiss Buck stupid. Huh.

“All set.”

–

Six whole months pass without the entire world crumbling to dust around him.

Six months involving a horrible scare at some fuckass laboratory leaving Bobby officially retired, Chim stepping in as captain, and the birth of Chim and Maddie’s new baby; and all that passing with Buck seemingly none the wiser to what Eddie had done.

He’s also none the wiser to the (relatively) new fact that Eddie wants to kiss him.

For some reason, Eddie had done All That—married Buck without Buck knowing–-but it took him until their marriage certificate had arrived in the mail, blue-bordered and officially sealed to say “Oh. I’m in love with him.”

So that’s why he did All That.

And then he did the next logical thing: slid the certificate—stil in its manila envelope—between his mattress and box spring.

He then proceeds to Not Think About It.

Easy.

Simple.

Totally manageable in the long run.

Definitely not haunting him every night when he goes to sleep above the proof of his deception.

Definitely not leading him to spend nearly every night fucking his fist or fucking his fingers into himself with one name on his tongue.

No.

Eddie Diaz is a Totally Normal, Super Well-adjusted friend, father, and firefighter.

Who is head over heels in love with his husband.

— --- —

One day, in the late afternoon of their second day at the station for a 48, Maddie calls him.

“Hey, Maddie! How’s my favorite sister and mother to my most favorite nephew?”

She sighs fondly in response. “Buck, I’m your only sister and Kevin is your only nephew.”

“And yet my statements still stand,” he asserts. “What’s up?”

“Howie and I finally have everything together to go to the City Hall, can you come with us in case they need anything from you for the godfather stuff?”

Buck feels his smile get even bigger, “Absolutely, you meeting us here?”

“That was the plan,” she laughs, ”See you tomorrow morning.”

“Bye Mads,”

“Bye Evan, love you.”

“Love you too.”

The rest of their shift goes on like normal, nothing too crazy and not too q-word either, and eventually, they are changing into their civvies after an on-time shift change.

“Maddie should be here soon, Buckaroo, hurry it up.” Chim calls, already heading out to the front of the house.

Hen and Ravi follow not long after, both shuffling out to their cars in the morning light.

“Come over to mine after you’re done?” Eddie asks, trying up one of his boots. He looks up when he’s done. “We can pick up Chris after school and get Angel Thai.”

“Sure!” Buck agrees easily, zipping his bag and hefting it over his shoulder. “As long as we get at least double the chicken satay.”

Eddie snorts, “Deal.”

He follows Buck out the open bay doors, waving bye as Maddie pulls up just as they step outside.

“Ready to be an official godfather?” Maddie asks as he climbs into the backseat beside Baby Kevin.

“Sure am!” he grins, For the second time. He adds to himself, picking up a stuffed giraffe to waggle in front of his nephew.

-

The three of them move quickly through the line on the fourth floor, after double checking each part of the paper package Chim and Maddie are turning in.

Buck had taken on holding baby Kevin while Chim and Maddie talked to their legal team on the first floor, then carried him up a couple floors to the records office to get everything filed.

They give their packet of papers to the clerk through the slot below the window when it’s their turn, the clerk says something to them both, they nod, then they turn toward Buck, Chim’s arms open for his son.

“You’re up, Buckaroo.” he says, taking Kevin from him.

“Hi,” he greets, stepping up to the window.

The clerk, Ann, smiles up at him from her seat. “Hello! Can I please get your signature here and here?”

Buck signs where he is directed.

“And can you please confirm that your husband is also onboard with this decision and sign the second line?”

Buck freezes.

His brain only gives him a feedback loop of static.

Did she just say…no. She couldn’t’ve.

“Sir?”

Buck shakes his head free of enough of the clouds to ask, “My husband?”

Ann gives him a funny look, “Yes? Or maybe your spouse?” she questions, as if she was worried she’d used the wrong word. “A Mr. Edmundo Diaz, you got married back on March 17th of this year?”

More static threatens to overtake him again.

Eddie?

He’s married to Eddie?

Did he—no.

No. There's no way he accidentally did this, right?

“Can you–” he cuts himself off when his voice pitches high. “You said March 17th?” Buck doesn't remember getting blackout drunk anytime in the last year, let alone the last six months. Last time he was was years ago now, at Chim’s disaster of a bachelor party.

Ann nods, “Yes, looks like he came in on the 15th to get the licence.. Oh! I gave it to him!” She remarks cheerfully, grinning at something on her screen. “He came back and filed it on the 18th.”

She looks back up at Buck from her chair behind the barred window and Buck cannot ruin this for Maddie and Chim. He cannot freak out right now because Eddie—his Eddie—came to City Fucking Hall of his own volition and married him without him ever knowing.

Suddenly, he’s hit with the fact that this is a pattern.

First the will, and now this.

Edmundo Diaz is a sneaky little shit and Buck loves him so damn much.

He’s also pissed.

“Sir?” Ann asks, looking at him confused.

“Sorry sorry,” he laughs, maybe a little too loud. “We’ve been together so long without officially being married that it throws me every time I hear it.”

She smiles brightly. “That long, huh?”

Buck nods, “At least.. What…” he turns to Maddie and Chimney who are just staring at him absolutely gobsmacked. “Seven years?”

“More like eight” Maddie says, recovering far more quickly than Chim

Buck turns back to the woman, “It’s been a long time, but we got there.”

She smiles at him and checks a few more boxes, turning the form around for him to sign one last spot, “And did you want to file name change paperwork while you are here?”

Buck blinks. then grins, “I’ve been asking him to get that done for ages, can I?”

–

Chim tries to break the silence in the car exactly once before giving up, no one saying anything until, eventually, Maddie pulls the car into the station parking lot.

She shifts into park, then turns in her seat to look at him. “Buck…”

“No.”

“Buck.” Maddie repeats, firmer.

“I’m going to go talk to Eddie.” He directs at her, then to Chimney: “We will both be back to work after the 96 and we’ll fill out everything you need then, Cap.”

“Roger that.”

“Just promise me you’ll call tomorrow, okay?” Maddie asks, and Buck gives her a short nod, unfolds himself out the backseat, crosses the lot, climbs into his Jeep, and heads toward South Bedf—no. He has a pit stop to make first.

— --- —

Somewhere around noon, Eddie hears the lock turn in the front door. Chris is still at school—naturally—so it must be Buck. Rounding out of the kitchen, Eddie’s greeted with the sight of his best friend toeing off his shoes by the door and almost falling over in the process.

He can’t help but laugh. “Hey, you good?”

“Never better.” Buck replies, something just barely off to his voice.

Eddie looks him over; he doesn’t seem hurt, maybe something happened with Maddie and Chim?

“Everything okay?”

Buck nods, “Yeah, went downtown, signed everything I needed to,” he shrugs, “No big deal.”

“Took that long? Drink?” Eddie asks, tuning back into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and pulls out a couple bottles of Coke, the real sugar ones that he knows Buck likes when he can’t get a whole nap right away after a shift..

“Not quite, and please.” Buck answers, loud enough for Eddie to hear him. He also hears him drop down onto the couch, the springs creaking under Buck’s weight.

“Was there a problem with the paperwork or something?” Eddie asks, closing the door with his hip and twisting the caps off the bottles as he heads back into the living room

“Not quite.” he repeats, “That part went smooth as butter, just had to stop by the mall on the way here.”

Eddie winds around the couch with a hum and sits down beside him, passing his bottle over as he does.

“The funniest thing happened while I was signing,” Buck continues, taking a sip from his bottle.

“Hm?”

“The clerk asked me if my spouse was okay with taking on baby Han if it came down to it.”

Eddie feels his face drop, every muscle in his body freezing solid in the next moment.

“Isn’t that weird?” Buck asks, mirth laced through every syllable. Eddie can’t look at him.

“Don’t you think that’s weird, Eddie?” he asks again, “I know I can be a little dumb at times, but I think I’d remember it if I got married.”

Eddie still can’t speak, still frozen with his bottle halfway to his mouth.

“Turns out I’ve been married for almost 6 months already and my husband still hasn’t filed the name-change paperwork.”

Eddie’s neck twinges at the speed he turns to look at Buck.

Buck is smirking, real anger flashing hotly beneath another smouldering something in his eyes.

Eddie gulps. Puts down his bottle.

“Man,” he swallows again. “That must be frustrating.”

Buck nods, “Very.” He puts his bottle down too, then leans back, turning to face Eddie on the couch. “Lucky for me I was able to do it myself without him there, gave me a copy before I left and everything.” He says, patting the left side of his jacket.

“Lucky..” Eddie breathes.

For a handful of seconds, they just look at each other.

Eddie sucks in a breath. “Buck, I–”

“Ah.” Buck holds up a finger, cutting him off. He reaches into his pocket and pulls the form out, folded in half and pinned together under the clip of a pen. He holds it out to Eddie.

With shaky hands, Eddie takes the offered form and unfolds it.

He scans over the form, something about being an amendment to the marriage certificate burning a hole in the underside of Eddie’s mattress at this exact moment, all perfunctory information already filled out—by what looked like actual typewriter—from what was on file, and there, close to the bottom of the page:

SPOUSE 1 NEW NAME: Evan James Diaz

Eddie stares at the page.

He stares at it more.

Evan Diaz, right there in Buck’s messy script.

“I have a blank one if you want.” Buck says, pulling Eddie’s gaze off the page in his hands. He looks nervous; the smouldering anger mixed with the something else that made Eddie’s gut swoop violently…is gone. There’s only nervous apprehension left.

“I wanted to do what you did to me a-and I figured matching with you and Chris was the best bet and I didn’t really want to keep Buckley but if you want to hyphenate or-or we can both take Buckley—”

Eddie can’t take it anymore.

With a completely dignified whine, Eddie tosses the paper somewhere and leaps forward into Buck, kissing him senseless.

Finally, finally, he has Buck’s lips pressed to his; Eddie’s hands are fisting the collar of Buck’s jacket, they are chest to chest, Eddie practically laying on him and— it’s everything.

Buck gasps, and Eddie takes the opportunity, sliding his tongue home between his husband’s teeth.

The moment Eddie’s tongue touches his, Buck comes alive under him; one hand goes to the back of Eddie’s head, the other to his hip, pulling Eddie down into him as Eddie pulls Buck up.

It’s perfect, it’s too wet, it’s making him over again from the inside, it’s the scariest thing Eddie’s ever done.

It’s the most sure thing Eddie’s ever done.

“Take it.” He insists, stealing another kiss, “It’s yours, take it.”

“Eddie.” Buck breathes, breaking their fourth or twelfth kiss. “Eddie, slow down.”

“Why?” Eddie groans, pressing up to steal one or three more kisses. “We are not taking Buckley—”

“Eddie,” Buck pulls him back, holding Eddie’s face away from him in both his hands. Those hands… Eddie’s brain supplies. The hands that have saved countless lives, the hands that once saved Eddie’s life, saved Christopher’s.

“You married me. Without me knowing. Do you know how crazy that is?”

“Uhm…” Eddie has to close his eyes and metaphorically shake his head clear of the fog that’s settled over him. “About as crazy as naming you the sole guardian of my son if I die?”

Buck blinks, then laughs, leaning forward to touch his forehead to Eddie’s

“Yeah.” he huffs another laugh, this time across Eddie’s nose. “Almost.”

They sit there a little while longer, Eddie laying not quite all the way in Buck's lap, Buck’s hands on either side of Eddie’s face and Buck’s wrists in Eddie’s grasp.

Every once in a while, one of them will lean in to press a kiss to the other’s cheeks, their nose, their lips…

“Eddie…” Buck breathes again after one such kiss.

“Hm?”

“You haven’t— We haven’t… Are you even—” he cuts himself off with a sigh.

Eddie opens his eyes, still forehead to forehead with Buck, he studies the way his lashes lay on his cheeks, the perfect imperfections in the shape of his birthmark.

Then, with the bravery of a thousand warriors, whispers: “I love you.” into the air between them.

Buck’s pulse quickens under his fingers, his head shaking an adamant ‘No.’. “You don’t.” he adds aloud.

“Who says?”

He changes tactics, “You can’t.”

“Who says?” Eddie repeats.

Buck groans, exasperated, leaning back to study Eddie’s face.

“I don't know what exactly I am,” Eddie admits in a soft voice, “Gay probably, Demi more likely— don’t look at me like that, I know how to Google things—but I do know that I love you.”

For a long, long moment, Buck’s eyes flit over every inch of Eddie’s face. He takes in a long breath, then exhales, shaky as it leaves Buck’s lungs.

He leans forward again, touching his forehead to Eddie’s. “I love you too.” and boy, does that feel good; the utter relief that floods through his system makes him near delirious.

Then, Buck laughs, “God, Eddie, I’ve loved you for so long I don’t think I remember a time I didn’t.”

“I do.”

Buck snorts a laugh, opening his eyes to look into Eddie’s, still at forehead-touching distance. “Oh yeah?”

“My first day.”

He leans back to laugh that time, a full-bellied one that Eddie can feel warming him from the inside out.

Buck pulls him closer so Eddie’s no longer half-laying on his front, but arranged so he’s sitting as close to him on the couch as possible, with his legs over Buck’s.

He also makes sure to lean in again to rest his forehead to Eddie’s.

They sit comfortably like that for a while, both of them surely processing All That, but eventually, Eddie whispers the one question he’d been scared to ask.

“Are you mad?”

Eddie’s eyes are closed, but he can feel the shaking of Buck’s laugh against his side.

“Eddie,” Buck starts, murmuring in a low voice. He noses along Eddie’s cheek, pressing soft kisses there, to the bolt of his jaw, the space behind his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life.”

In an instant he doesn’t manage to register, Eddie is on his feet.

“Eddie?” He turns to look down at Buck, who’s still on the couch for some reason. His eyes are full of worry, the tenderness still there, but slowly disappearing. “Did I—Was that too much?”

Eddie turns to face Buck fully, and reaches for a hand that’s already coming up to meet his.

He takes hold of it and says, “Bed. Now.” Then Eddie pulls him up and all but marches them down the hall to his bedroom, all the while Buck splutters about “Are you sure?” and “Is it too soon?” and “We don’t have to—“

That one Eddie stops in its tracks.

He wheels on Buck just as they cross the threshold into his room, and presses him against the bare wall with the entire length of his body.

“Evan,” he starts, feeling Buck shiver under him. “I have been here,” he presses a biting kiss to Buck’s jaw. “In this room,” Another, this time to the underside. “In that bed fucking myself every night to the thought of my husband doing it instead.”

Buck lets out a soft whimper.

“So don’t tell me it’s too soon.” Eddie growls, leaning down to suck a bite onto the meat of Buck’s neck.

He feels the reverberation of the responding groan in his teeth, in his very skull…

He pulls back.

Buck’s eyes are wide, pupils blown and his jaw hung open. Eddie leans forward and licks into another bite at a spot just above Buck’s collarbone.

He pulls back for a breath, then uses it to breathe “I want you to fuck me, esposo.” back into Buck’s waiting mouth, curling his tongue and feeling the smooth backs of Buck’s teeth.

Finally, Buck reacts the way Eddie’s been expecting, crouching down to grip him around the backs of his thighs and tossing him backwards onto the bed.

“Fuck,” Eddie pants, not entirely expecting the rush it gives him to be—literally—thrown around like that.

Stalking closer as Eddie retreats back to the pillows, Buck rasps out a low, “That’s the idea, princess.”

The moan that leaves his chest at the name completely surprises them both.

For a moment, they blink wide-eyed at each other, then,

“I’m—“

“Say it again.”

A breath is punched out of Buck’s lungs at the command, and he follows it immediately.

“Princess.” Buck—the little shit that he is—smirks at Eddie’s responding whimper, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You like that, don’t you Eddie?”

“Shut up, and get down here.”

“Hmm.. maybe I’ll do one of those things.”

Eddie smiles, closing his eyes and sinking into the pillows under Buck’s weight as he settles on top of him.

They fit together like they were made for this; even fully clothed as they still are—someone should really do something about that here soon—their legs slide together, Buck’s arms come to rest under Eddie’s shoulders, bracing his weight on his elbows over him, his face nestles perfectly into the crook of his neck.

Blindly, he searches for Buck’s lips, kissing them reverently.

Soon, Buck is pulling back, pulling Eddie’s eyes open with his retreat.

He doesn’t go far, just enough to trace patterns over Eddie’s nose with his.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Come here often?”

“In my own bed? Yeah, pretty often.” Buck rolls his eyes at him. “I thought I told you this already.”

“Ha ha ha.” he snarks back, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

“You wanna help me out this time?”

“You know I do.”

Eddie hums, "S’that why all my clothes are still on?” Buck snorts, “I dunno bud, seems counterproductive to me.”

“You’re such a little shit, y’know that, right?”

Eddie shrugs.

“And don’t call me ‘bud’ when I’m about to fuck you.”

Suddenly, Eddie is fully aware of every stitch of clothing left between them. “Yeah?” he manages.

Buck only smirks again, “Yeah.”

His eyes trail down and around Eddie’s face, and Eddie can’t take it anymore. He pushes up on Buck’s chest grabbing hold of his jacket and pushing on it.

“Off.”

“Bossy.”

“Off. Now.”

Buck smiles into another quick kiss, then sits up onto his heels between Eddie’s legs and shucks it off, revealing his shirt.

“Better?”

“A little.”

Buck laughs at him, but tosses his jacket to the side, leaning in again as it hits the floor with a loud thunk.

“What was that?” Eddie asks around Buck’s persistent lips.

“Hm?” he replies, kissing down Eddie’s throat.

The ministrations start making his head spin again, but he manages a “It thunked.”

“Mm.” Buck hums, kissing away the last of Eddie’s worries.

…

Before stopping all together.

“Buck?” Eddie asks as Buck chases his discarded jacket to the floor. “What’s wrong?”

He sits up just as Buck re-stands, something in his hand.

“Can’t believe I almost forgot.”

Knee-walking between Eddie’s legs again and sitting back on his heels, Buck presents a small rectangular box.

Eddie must gape at the velvet-covered box in Buck’s palm for a few moments too long, because Buck reaches up and opens it for him.

Two sleek silvery bands sit nestled into the foam inside.

“I went to the mall earlier.” Buck admits quietly. “I figured you were about a size smaller than me.”

Eddie tears his eyes away from the rings to look into Buck’s face. He’s smiling softly, his cheeks and the tops of his ears pinched pink in embarrassment.

Taking a breath, Eddie asks, “Do I have to put it on myself?”

Buck blinks, then fumbles with the box, “No, no. I can do that.” He says, turning it around and pulling out one of the rings.

The band is simple, sleek and sliver, but when Buck spins it around purposefully before sliding it onto Eddie’s waiting hand, he can see there is a small stone set into the metal. A dazzling blue gem the exact shade of Buck’s eyes.

He looks up at Buck after ogling the new jewelry.

“Do you like it?” he asks, concern laced into his tone.

“I love it, Buck.” Eddie assures. He holds his hand out expectantly. “Now hand over the other, Romeo.”

Buck laughs, but passes over the box, holding out his own left hand.

Eddie plucks the remaining band out of the foam and snaps the box shut, setting it down and spinning the ring around in his fingers until he finds the–yep, there it is: a gleaming gem, dark against the bright silver metal.

He slides it onto Buck’s finger, and Buck confirms what Eddie already expected. “It’s a chocolate diamond. It’s more brown in the sun.”

Keeping hold of Buck’s hand in his right, Eddie reaches up with his left to pull Buck down into him as he lays back against the pillows.

“They’re perfect.” he declares between kisses. Two rings, each with a bit of the other. “You’re perfect.”

Buck presses into him, guiding Eddie to lay down again, but Eddie stops him before they can lose the fight with gravity. “Wait.”

“Hm?”

Eddie tugs at Buck’s shirt, pulling it up over his stomach. “Off.”

Getting with the program, Buck stands up on his knees and reaches behind him, pulling his shirt off over his head and down his arms in one motion.

Eddie can’t help but marvel at him; soft stomach, thick chest, the slightly raised lines of his tattoos.

“Better?” he asks again, tossing his shirt out of Eddie’s awareness.

In lieu of an answer, Eddie leans forward and mouths at the set of Xs under Buck’s pec, feeling him shiver under his lips before he pulls back.

“Almost.” Eddie allows, straightening up and regretfully pulling his hands away from all those miles of skin to pull off his shirt.

Buck follows him down when he lays back, and the feeling of Buck’s bare torso against his leaves Eddie breathless.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” he murmurs, his eyes following his hands’ wandering paths over Buck’s chest and stomach.

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Eddie nods, still distracted.

“Well you’re not too bad yourself, princess.”

Eddie feels his breath shudder at the name, along with the large hand sweeping over his chest then down around his ribs to tuck itself under him.

He arches under Buck’s touch, his chest pressing further into the soft planes of muscle hovering over him.

Buck recaptures his lips and Eddie loses himself to everything but feeling his best friend, his husband around him.

After a long while of being nothing but putty in Buck’s hands, Buck finally levers himself off Eddie’s chest, scooting down the bed until he’s hanging half off it.

His hands toy with the waistband of Eddie’s sweats while he mouths hotly over Eddie’s hard (still fucking clothed) dick.

“Fuck… Buck, come on.”

“Y’sure you don’t want me to come in?”

“I want you to get on with it.”

Buck chuckles, kisses over the hard length in front of him. “Bossy.”

“And you love it, now c’mon.” Eddie huffs, finally feeling Buck start to pull at his waistband.

Until he stops again.

“Buck–”

“I do.”

“What?” Eddie huffs, feeling overwhelmed at the nothing that’s happening right now.

After another handful of moments without Buck moving though, Eddie makes himself open his eyes and look down. Buck is still right beside his aching dick and looking up at him so earnestly when he repeats, “I do.”

“What?” he repeats.

“I do love it. I love it when you’re bossy and when you’re cranky, and when I know you’re sick of me but humor me anyway—”

“I’m never sick of you.”

Buck snorts, rolling his eyes with an amused little smirk, “Yeah, okay.” Then he finally starts to pull at Eddie’s pants again.

“No, Buck,” Eddie sits up to cup Buck’s cheek in his palm, hunching forward to get closer to eye level with him. “I’m never sick of you. I could never be sick of you.”

For a moment, Buck studies his face.

He must find what he’s looking for because his face scrunches and he pushes himself up to press his mouth to Eddie’s.

“I love you,” he whispers, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

After one final kiss, Buck gently pushes Eddie back down into the pillows and eases him out of his pants and briefs at the same time.

He stands as he bares the rest of Eddie’s skin, tossing the tangled pile of clothes somewhere completely outside of Eddie’s worry.

And for a moment, he just stares—drinking in the sight of Eddie beneath him, making him preen under the attention.

Eddie stretches out across the sheets a bit more, settling into the pillows behind him with one leg bent up at the knee, languidly rolling his hips and flexing his stomach.

Buck’s gaze somehow turns hungrier.

“See something you like?” Eddie teases, dropping his right knee open on the mattress.

“You know I do,” Buck breathes, then slips down between his legs, which open just a bit more to accommodate him.

Buck lays back down half on the bed again: his left leg stretches out straight behind him to the floor as leverage, his right hitched up on top of the mattress with his knee bent, and his torso laying comfortably between Eddie’s legs.

His left arm snakes up under Eddie’s thigh, his hand landing possessively over a large spread of Eddie’s stomach. And his right….

“This okay?” he husks, voice already straining with want.

“Mhmm.” Eddie nods, the sound turning more of a soft moan than anything as Buck’s other hand reaches under to prod at Eddie’s hole.

Buck noses down at the seam between leg and groin, sending sparks and shivers up Eddie’s spine with each sharp nibble of skin, punctuating each in turn with a soft press of his finger.

“Buck.. please..”

“Please what?” Buck mumbles into another press of his lips just shy of where Eddie wants them.

“You know what.”

Buck hums at the base of his dick, the vibrations strumming faintly up the length of it.

Eddie shivers.

“Fuck...”

“That’s the idea.” Buck quips, a smile evident in his voice.

He looks down to quip back, only to catch the exact moment Buck swallows him down. Perfect pink lips parting to take him down to the root in one go.

“Fuck.” he repeats, head tossed back into the pillows.

“Mmm..” Buck hums.

“Oh fuck.” He moans as Buck’s finger finally presses into him. It’s only the tip—so little compared to what Eddie has done himself—but the knowledge that it’s Buck, that it’s Buck’s finger, his husband’s finger catapults it to a new level. “Buck…”

Buck pulls back, leaving just the head in his mouth and tongue laving over it as he pulls down gently on Eddie’s foreskin.

He pulls off then, husking out a “You taste so damn good.” then presses his lips together over his slit, taking him down again slowly. His mouth barely opens enough to let him in, leaving Eddie helpless to the absolutely breathtaking pressure and suction.

“Fuck!” he cries, curling up momentarily at the overwhelming feeling of it, his hand latching onto Buck’s hair.. “You’re insane.”

Buck only sinks down further, finally opening his lips wider for the rest of him.

The reprieve sends Eddie heaving into the mattress, and he takes the moment to reach an arm up under his pillow for the bottle he knows is stashed there.

“Buck.” he tries, holding out the bottle of lube. When he doesn’t take it, Eddie looks down again, watching as Buck bobs down over and over. Each upstroke is paired with tighter suction, and Eddie is having a hard time making himself interrupt.

“Buck,” he tries again, lifting his knee off the bed and using it to get his attention. “Buck, mi cielo, here.”

Buck finally looks dazedly up at him, eyes blown near fully black. Eddie waggles the bottle at him, brain still getting ever-scrambled by the hot wet heat engulfing him over and over.

One more long pull later, Buck’s mouth finally relinquishes its hold on Eddie’s dick, and the relief from the sensation and ache from its loss makes Eddie’s head swirl.

“You’re so smart, Eddie.” Buck rumbles out, removing his hand from between Eddie’s cheeks to grab the bottle. His other hand, the one that Eddie now realizes had been stroking comfortingly over his stomach this entire time, leaves its post and leaves Eddie feeling bereft.

He must make some kind of pathetic sound when he drops his head back again because Buck shushes him and says, “I know.”

The squeak of the bottle opening makes Eddie huff out a laugh, and he picks his head up to look down and watch as Buck squeezes some lube into his palm, curling his fingers up to coat them.

Once he is satisfied, he looks up and grins, “Ready?”

Eddie chuckles, widening his legs a bit more. “Ready.”

Buck re-settles between them, his arm winding up around his thigh to stroke up and down his side, his slick hand returning to prod at Eddie’s hole.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s inner thigh. “Spread out for me like this.”

Eddie can’t do anything but nod in return.

“You’re going to look stunning when you fall apart on my fingers.”

The words punch the breath from Eddie’s lungs. “Jesus, Buck.”

The bastard only grins, leaning over again to kiss then bite at the meat of Eddie’s thigh as he presses into him again.

“Ungh..” Eddie groans at the intrusion, then huffs out staccato breaths at each further press and pull, press and pull, press and— “Oh shit.”

Two things happen at once: First, another of Buck’s thick fingers presses in alongside the first, and second, Buck does his mouth-nearly-closed-but-not-all-the-way-suction shit on him again, sucking him down till his nose is buried in the soft flesh above his dick.

“Buck ohmygod.” Eddie heaves, his chest rising and falling with further utterances of “Shit, fuck, more, more, more,”

He’s got it down to a rhythm now, pulling out his fingers as he sucks up on his dick, pushing them in again as he swallows him down.

And he is glorious to watch.

Buck’s eyes are nearly all the way rolled back in his head if they aren’t landing dazed and unfocussed on Eddie’s face. He loves this, and Eddie couldn’t make himself look away if he tried.

“Bu–” Eddie starts, but is cut off at the press of a third finger beside the others.

Immediately, he’s flushed anew with heat and want.

“Yeah, yes, yesyes another, Buck please…” he tugs on then presses down on the hair he has clenched in his fist and Buck hums, then obliges, plunging three fingers into him at once.

“Fuck!” Eddie’s knees come up on instinct, then drop open again against the mattress.

Buck’s hand is pistoning into him now, the hand that had been stroking up and down at his side snapping back down into the hinge of his hip to pull Eddie down to him.

Each thrust of his fingers punches a moan from Eddie’s chest, each stroke getting him closer and closer to the edge when his fingers press in at exactly the right angle.

“Ahh,” he cries, immediately breathing out “De nuevo..”

“Hm?” Buck groans, the sound just barely ticking up at the end enough to be a question.

“Again, do it again, please…”

Buck takes the instruction as gospel, crooking his hand just right and hitting that spot with almost laser precision.

“Fuckfuckfuck ahh Buck…”

“Mmn.”

“Buck I’m going to–”

Somehow, Buck manages to redouble his efforts, the schlick and grunts of his throat around Eddie’s dick, the hand fucking into him with enough force that it’d be sending Eddie up the mattress if he didn’t have his other arm anchoring Eddie to him.

It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s–

Eddie’s other hand grasps onto Buck’s curls, moving his head up, down, up, then—

“Fuck…”

Eddie feels Buck’s throat work around him as he fills his mouth, easing him up once he knows he’s done only to watch Buck lick his lips like Eddie’d just given him the most decadent of meals.

He unclenches his fingers from Buck’s hair, wincing as he feels some strands pull away with his new ring as they leave.

“I’m sorry, cariño.” Eddie manages to say, his breaths heaving out of him as he tries to help Buck up. “Are you okay?”

Buck just shakes his head, crawling up to lay beside him. “I think I ascended."

It startles a laugh out of him, then Buck follows, their chests pressing together with each breath as their heart rates return to normal.

After a moment, Eddie turns, pushing Buck onto his back and laying over him enough to kiss him.

The salty taste of his own release greets him on Buck’s tongue, making his dick kick up in interest.

“I can’t believe you didn’t even get your pants off.” he laughs, reaching down to toy at the waistband of Buck’s jeans.

Buck only laughs, “I can’t believe you’re my husband.”

Guilt shoots through Eddie’s chest. “Buck, I’m–”

“No, nono, Eddie, I told you already, I’m honored, I’m so honored.” he laughs, rubbing Eddie’s back comfortingly. “You do owe me one ceremony though.”

“Done.” Eddie nods, leaning forward to kiss his husband—his husband!—again. “How ‘bout I also take care of–”

Buck catches his hand as it wanders around to the front of his pants. For a moment, Eddie panics, then Buck chuckles, his face blazing red. “No need.”

“No ne—” Eddie blinks down at him. There’s no way. “You—completely untouched? Are you serious?”

“Well, not completely untouched.” he hedges, glancing away toward the end of the bed.

Eddie follows his gaze, looking at where Buck was laying half on the mattress earlier, one of his legs hitched up and—

Oh.

Oh…

Eddie suddenly remembers the way the bed was moving as Buck fingered him relentlessly.

“You…” he looks down at Buck again, who is purposefully looking away. “You were humping the bed?”

“You were being super hot with all your moaning and groaning and ‘Yes, Buck, yes!’es!” He exclaims, looking back up at him. “What was I supposed to do, not come my brains out?”

Eddie blinks at him once more, then dissolves into laughter, his forehead coming down to rest on Buck’s chest.

“It’s not that funny…” Buck grouses after a moment.

Eddie picks his head back up, still smiling. “You’re right, it’s not, and I wasn’t laughing at you, I promise.”

Buck pouts some more, and Eddie kisses it off him, feeling Buck respond to him immediately.

“I love you,” Eddie whispers against Buck’s lips, “Mi esposo guapo.”

Buck just nods. “Yeah. Yes. Whatever you want.”

Eddie can’t help but laugh. “Thanks, Mr. Diaz.”

Buck snorts, shuffling down into Eddie’s neck. “You’re welcome, Mr. Diaz.”

and then they go on a couple dates like normal people, tell chris, and get “married” in bobthena’s backyard 6 months later the end

divider is from @saradika-graphics!