Instead of "things are awkward because there's only one bed", what if it's "it's weird how NOT awkward it is that there's only one bed." Buck and Eddie have been competing all day. They're tired and sore and giddy and satisfied from a job well done. They've both showered and washed their faces and brushed their teeth. They climb into fresh, crisp hotel sheets and roll toward each other and prop their heads on their hands, because they still have debriefing to do. "Did you see when I...?" "That was so fucking cool when..." "I can't believe you almost..." And Eddie keeps reaching across the space and knocking Buck's shoulder with his knuckles, or jabbing a finger into his ribs. And Buck can't stop smiling, his face sore as the rest of him, and when Eddie retells the story of how Buck almost tripped over his own bambi legs and ended up half-tangled in the firehose, Buck groans and drops his head to Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie's big hand lands on the back of his neck and squeezes. "You recovered though," Eddie says, and Buck somehow manages to smile even wider. And eventually their stories kind of fizzle out, and Eddie says he's beat and they both need to sleep, and Buck says okay. So Eddie rolls over and turns off the light, and then he rolls back and says, "Good night, Buck," and kisses him. Just a peck, right on the mouth, like it's something they do every day. Because it felt like something they SHOULD be doing every day; it felt so comfortable and warm and right. And Buck says, "Oh." And Eddie says, "Um." And Buck says, "You don't..." But before he can finish the sentence, Eddie leans in again, kisses him with intent this time, a kiss that's comfortable and warm and right. Like it's something they do every day.
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