palm kiss for intimacy prompts if at all possible? (im asking very coolly and calmly btw. im normal about palm kisses. im not even vibrating)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BAILEY! 💕 timezones are confusing, i hope i still made in time! it was partly written in trains, buses, while walking home and partly half-asleep so please apologise if it stops making sense at any point dsajlkd
come kiss me, convince me | first kiss, idiots in love | 2k words | ao3
Despite the fact that Buck has been a firefighter for a significant portion of his life and lately has been living under one roof with a small child, he still gets startled by sudden, loud noises. Which is not ideal, especially when he is holding a knife or any other potentially dangerous tool that he uses on a daily basis. Luckily, this time the knife slips from the carrot he is currently chopping and lands on the cutting board instead of his finger. There is some weird yelling coming from the living room and his heart spikes up with adrenaline, ready to rush over there and make sure everyone is okay. But something in the sound makes him stop and listen more closely.
For one – Theo is not the one yelling. In almost a year since Buck took Theo into his care, he got accustomed to a variety of Theo's screams and it is not any of them. Second – Eddie is with Theo. Buck has personally shooed them from the kitchen half an hour ago so he can make dinner in peace, without two pairs of thieving hands grabbing whatever Buck is currently chopping. Third – the yelling could be Eddie's if not for the weird, almost theatrical cadence of the voice and the much higher pitch that he's used to coming from Eddie. Fourth – and maybe most important – he can hear Theo's happy giggles underneath it all.
Raising his brow in amusement, Buck puts down the knife and walks out of the kitchen, towards the noise.
“Are you guys–,” he asks with a chuckle, but when he rounds the corner, his voice falters slightly, “–alright?”
The living room is in slight disarray but it is not new. What makes Buck stop is Eddie, who is currently sprawled on his back on the floor by the couch, Theo crouching next to him with a toy stethoscope hanging loosely on his neck, the rest of his toy med-kit scattered around. Theo is holding Eddie's nose and tugs it this way and that while Eddie is yelling in fake–or at least Buck hopes it is fake–pain.
“We are not alright!” Theo exclaims, way too delighted considering the meaning of his words. “Eddie broke his nose!”
From his spot on the floor, Eddie looks up at Buck and nods solemnly. Buck can't help but laugh at the sight, but Eddie does not break character for even a second.
“Well, good that doctor Theo is here to help him, yeah?” Buck asks, walking closer and ruffling Theo's curls gently.
“Yes!” Theo nods, letting go of Eddie's nose and grabbing Buck's hand instead. “But you have to help, so it heals well.”
“Sure, what can I do?” crouching down next to him, Buck looks at Theo, waiting for the directions.
He is thoroughly not prepared for what comes next. In retrospect, he probably should be.
“You need to kiss it better! You always do for me,” Theo explains.
Buck opens his mouth to–he's not really sure to do what, so he closes it after a moment. He considers laughing it off but he does not want to spoil the healing magic for Theo. Instead, Buck wonders if he'd get away with blowing a kiss to Eddie to keep things… remote. But then his eyes skip to Eddie's who is looking at him already and the bastard pouts and nods sadly, his eyes big and round, a mischievous glint in them and Buck– Well, Buck is a weak man. Even on a good day, he feels an urge to kiss more than just Eddie’s nose.
With a disbelieving laugh and a shake of his head, Buck caves, knowing that with the combined power of Theo and Eddie he has been destined to lose the moment he entered the living room. So he places his hands on either side of Eddie's head, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Better?” he asks, looking down at Eddie who grins back at him.
“For now,” Eddie confirms, then adds in a stage whisper. “But let me tell you? I've been in this hospital for an hour and I keep getting new injuries. I am not even sure this guy is a real doctor.”
“Hey!” Theo gasps, offended. “You can't say that. You'll go to hospital jail.”
Eddie only looks at Buck pointedly, an unspoken See what I mean? communicated solely via his expressive eyebrows. Buck laughs again, completely endeared by–well, the entire scene in front of him.
“Okay, then,” Buck says, before he can second guess himself. He takes one of Eddie's hands and brings it up to his face, pressing a gentle kiss to the middle of Eddie's palm. He can feel the warm, soft skin under his lips, Eddie's long fingers grazing his chin lightly and it takes him maybe a beat too long to pull away. “H–here,” he says, curling Eddie's fingers in with his other hand. “Take that and apply it wherever you need. I need to go back and make sure our dinner doesn't burn.”
“Thanks, Buck,” Eddie says, pressing his curled fist to his chest, over his heart, as if he is holding something precious.
“Thanks, Buck,” Theo repeats, already reaching for another toy - a syringe this time. “Okay, your nose is alright. But I think your stomach hurts, right?”
And that is definitely Buck's cue. He scrambles up to his feet and all but runs out of the living room and back to the safety of the kitchen. He does not think about Eddie's stomach or a possibility of pressing a kiss there, right below the cut of his waist, the round swell of his–
Luckily for him, the water from the pot he put on earlier boils over, distracting him from whatever inappropriate thoughts were about to haunt his mind.
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Sometime later, when the sauce is done and Buck is about to call out that dinner is ready, Eddie walks into the kitchen. There is a bright green band-aid on his nose, a soft smile on his face and a sense of pure happiness that seems to radiate off of him, almost palpable for Buck to grab if he wanted to.
He wishes he could take a picture to keep this sight forever.
“Theo is putting away his toys and then he and Chris will set the table,” Eddie says, before Buck even thinks to ask.
“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck smiles while Eddie rolls his eyes in the signature nothing to thank me for move. And then, because Buck has zero impulse control and even less self-preservation skill, he clears his throat and asks, “How's– How's your nose?”
Eddie hums, walking over and stealing a piece of pasta from the bowl on the counter, “A bit sore, you know. I did get a fake stethoscope jammed in there once or twice. Supposedly it was just an accident, but the doctor was kinda sketchy.”
Buck lets out an amused huff, pointlessly stirring the sauce he took off heat 5 minutes ago. Part of his brain wants to offer to kiss it better. It would obviously be just a silly joke that they could both laugh at and Buck would be completely normal about it.
Absolutely oblivious to Buck’s internal torment, Eddie comes closer and sticks his hand expectantly towards Buck, palm up. Slightly confused, Buck places his own hand on top of it which gets him an annoyed huff in response as Eddie shucks it off. As if Buck is being the silly one here.
”What?” Buck asks, when Eddie just wiggles his fingers impatiently.
”I used up my kiss, I need a new one,” Eddie says, as if it’s the most normal thing to say. There is a hint of a smile in the curl of his mouth and a sparkle in his eyes but he tries to keep his expression serious. “And I feel like I should just carry one on me, you know? Better safe than sorry.”
Buck blinks at him for what feels like a whole minute, while his brain is processing. Eddie’s eyes never move away from Buck's face as he waits, palm still up.
And Buck has an awfully hard time to say no to Eddie Diaz and his doe eyes. Especially when he is being subjected to their charm up close and personal. So he cradles Eddie’s palm in both of his hands, his left thumb stroking the delicate skin on Eddie’s wrist. He brings Eddie's hand up to his lips and presses a slightly open-mouthed kiss right to the centre of his palm. Eddie beams at him, bright and happy and it warms Buck up straight to the core.
Eddie makes a show of wrapping his fingers around the kiss and bringing his hand down and back and–
“Did you just–,” Buck starts, not really sure if he wants to finish his question. “Did you just put it on your butt?”
“I put it in my back pocket, Buck!” Eddie gasps, offended. “For safekeeping! Who do you take me for?”
“I don't know! Maybe you hurt your butt, too. Who am I to know that?”
Eddie hums, a low rumble in his chest as he takes a step closer and his smile turns into something that makes all Buck's senses tingle like he's in danger. “You might be right, actually. I think you should take a look at it later. See if it doesn’t need your medical attention.”
“E–Eddie,” Buck tries. This feels like the weirdest dirty talk in his life. And Buck is not even sure if that's that. He is very confused. And turned on, because giving palm kisses and mere mention of Eddie's ass does it for him, apparently. Which is highly inappropriate, considering that they are standing in the kitchen where any of the kids could walk into at any moment. Children who they are supposed to be feeding right now.
For every step that Eddie takes towards him, Buck takes a step back until he is crowded against the counter, his head bumping into an open door of one of the cabinets. He winces slightly, mostly out of surprise rather than pain. Eddie's hand goes up to gently cradle the back of his head.
“You okay?” he asks, fingers tangling in Buck's curls. “Want me to kiss it better?”
”I—Yes,” Buck breathes out.
”Yes, you’re okay or…,” Eddie teases, stepping impossibly closer, their chests almost touching.
”I want you to kiss it. Kiss me. Please?”
And Eddie does. Using the hold he has on the back of Buck’s head, he pulls him down and presses their mouths together. It is sweet and innocent for about 10 seconds, before Eddie bites at Buck’s lower lip and pulls and Buck cannot stop the desperate sound that escapes him. As if working on its own accord, one of Buck’s hands slides down Eddie’s waist and back, resting flat on Eddie’s ass. It is encouraged, if the way Eddie smiles into the kiss can be any indication.
Buck goes completely lost in the sensation of Eddie pressed close to him and this time, there is nothing cooking in the kitchen to save and distract him. So he completely misses the sound of movement by the door until they hear a loud groan.
”Nope. Nu-uh, come on Theo, we’re leaving,” Christopher says.
Startled, Buck moves away from Eddie and looks over his shoulder. Already turned around, Christopher has a hand on Theo’s arm and is steering him back towards the hall.
”Is Buck hurt? That's why Eddie kissed him?” Theo asks, but follows Chris without question.
”He’s fine. My brain might not be anymore, though.”
Wide-eyed and slightly nervous, Buck looks down at Eddie and all his worry immediately dissipates. Eddie is smiling, his nose with it’s stupid band-aid scrunching with the force of it. He moves to press one more chaste kiss to Buck’s lips and Buck feels as if the sense of happiness that he saw around Eddie before expands, takes him in, wrapping them both in a golden glow, even when Eddie takes a step back.
”Come on,” Eddie says, tugging at Buck’s arm. “Let’s eat.”
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