this isn't something that's a part of their hang-out routine.
they touch, of course they do, probably more than even the closest of friends are platonically supposed to, but not like this. never like this. not with this kind of purpose and not when it's just the two of them sprawled across the couch in their sleep clothes with nothing but a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table to judge them.
eddie's— eddie's left hand is tucked between buck's knees, and he's not quite pushing them apart, not quite fondling anything, but it still feels monumental, his fingers wrapped around the angle of buck's knee.
buck likes his hands; he keeps staring, has been getting distracted by them for a while now, and eddie hasn't been trying to use it to his own advantage, not really, but it still makes him weirdly proud to know that buck's absolutely bound to sputter and blush and grunt (and sometimes even adjust himself in his pants) whenever he sees eddie lick some butter off his thumb or suck melted ice cream away from the groove of his palm.
only now eddie's hand is squeezing buck's surprisingly bony knee, and then moves on to pinch the softness of the fat on the inside of buck's massive thigh, and eddie's hard. eddie's hard in his stupid basketball shorts because his hand is making its way up his best friend's thigh and into his loose cut-off sweats like it has a mind of its own.
he thinks of thing from the addams family; maybe he's losing his goddamn mind.
eddie wishes he could blame it on alcohol or weed, but he can't because they've been cutting down on beer ever since eddie and chris have moved back in. the overpriced craft sodas buck keeps buying instead are alcohol-free, and they don't even manage to provide a sugar high. as far as weed goes, it's not their once-in-a-month 'night of chill' as buck likes to call it, so eddie can't blame it on that, either.
eddie is stone-cold sober and so hard in his pants that it's starting to ache, and his best friend keeps flexing his legs like he doesn't know whether he should spread them apart or lock them together, so eddie's horny hand can't make it further up his loose pants and straight into the guts of the most important relationship they've ever built.
eddie doesn't even know how it happened. one minute they were watching that stupid nicolas cage movie, and the next eddie's been tugging on the fair, wiry hair on buck's leg. he wants to suck them into his mouth and find out if buck's pubes look and feel and taste the same, and isn't that a thought to have about one's platonic best friend.
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