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Hey - you had a fic that was in my to-read list I think, and you deleted it - ‘Anything Past The Horizon’? Do you still have a copy I can read? :(

i do yeah. it’s in my google docs. i pretty much rewrote it and posted it to ao3 with a role reversal but i can post the original here for ya. it’ll be under the cut, enjoy!

anything past the horizon | explicit | 5.1k

It’s so much easier to fall into it than Buck ever thought it would be.

Eddie’s in the kitchen grabbing himself a glass of water. The TV is on, but Buck’s not listening to it. His ears have tuned into the soft sounds of Eddie’s bare feet across tile, the way the glasses clink together in the cabinet when Eddie displaces one of them. He listens to Eddie walk over to the fridge and put ice in his glass, and he listens as he fills it. He’s got a smile on his face the whole time, but it doesn’t really register until Eddie’s back in the living room, smiling back at him.

“Missed you,” Buck says, and he doesn’t know why he says it. Just because it’s true, he guesses. He always misses Eddie.

Eddie sips at his water and he never stops smiling. Buck reaches out to take it from him, and he takes a drink of it himself. “I was only gone for maybe two minutes,” Eddie teases, and Buck puts the glass of water down on the table. He reaches out for Eddie, still unsure of why — it just feels natural.

His fingers find themselves wrapped around Eddie’s wrist, and they’re both still smiling as Buck pulls him closer.

Eddie almost falls straight on top of him, and it’s a little awkward, but neither of them mind too much. Eddie catches himself with a knee on the outside of Buck’s thigh, his hands on the back of the couch. Eddie’s breath is tickling Buck’s hair a little, and Buck rests his hands at Eddie’s waist, amazed to find him chuckling.

He’s real and alive and his muscles and bones are shifting and it’s happening right here under Buck’s hands, right here in front of his eyes.

Eddie readjusts himself so that his other knee is on the outside of Buck’s other thigh, and his hands are clasped behind Buck’s neck. He sits back a little, his ass planted against the tops of Buck’s legs, and he looks somewhere between amused and bewildered.

Buck has no idea what his own face is doing, but he knows that his cheeks ache, so it at least involves a smile. A big one, at that. He lets his hands wander a little, from Eddie’s waist to his hips, from his hips to the top of his thighs, and then back up again. He fits his fingers in the spaces between Eddie’s ribs, he feels them shift every time Eddie takes a breath, and he’s staring up into amber-golden eyes. The sun is shining in on them through the cracks in the blinds, and Eddie’s eyes look so beautiful like this, lit up by the sun, almost — almost glowing.

There aren’t words. If there are any, Buck can’t find them right now, so he doesn’t even try. He doesn’t think he needs to, anyway — this has always been inevitable for them. A matter of when, never if.

Eddie’s face is closer, now. Buck’s not sure when it happened, but he slides his hands inside of Eddie’s shirt, wraps his arms around Eddie’s middle to pull him closer. They’re chest-to-chest now, and Buck’s pretty sure he’s still beaming like an idiot. “You sure?” Eddie asks, his forehead pressed to Buck’s, his nose nudging at Buck’s cheek.

There’s nothing Buck can do but nod. Of course he’s sure. He’s always been sure. There’s no sense in fighting it anymore or pretending nothing’s happening. It’s been happening for years now.

Buck feels more than he sees Eddie smile, and then Eddie angles his head a little differently and that’s it. They’re kissing, just like that.

There’s no real heat behind it at all. It’s still the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to Buck. The pads of his fingers press into the small of Eddie’s back as he tilts his face up for a better angle, baring his neck and pulling Eddie impossibly closer.

When Buck allowed himself to picture his inevitable first kiss with Eddie, it had never been like this. He always imagined sparks flying, lightbulbs bursting, fireworks. Every cliche in the book, he’s imagined it.

It’s not like that at all. It feels like he’s kissed Eddie every day of the last decade, but never gotten tired of it. It feels like this is where he’s meant to be, where he was always going to wind up. He’s happier than he can ever remember being, just because everything finally feels right in the world. The only missing piece of the puzzle has been found, and they’re working together to slide it into place.

Buck can feel the sun on the back of his neck, swimming in through the windows and dancing across his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing up where Eddie’s fingertips rest, drawing indistinguishable patterns as he smiles and breathes into the kiss.

There’s an ache between Buck’s thighs that he’s more than aware of, but it feels more like an afterthought. It’s his body’s natural response to being this close to Eddie. They’ve been close, sure, but never like this. Never with Eddie’s hands cupping the sides of Buck’s neck, guiding Buck through the kiss by applying pressure to either side of his neck, depending on where he needs Buck to move.

Buck’s hard, and if the way Eddie’s hips are twitching forward every few seconds is any indication, he is, too. He lets his hands wander again, lets them come to rest at the waist of Eddie’s jeans, dipping his fingers below it, teasing. He rolls his own hips upward in time with Eddie’s rocking, and it’s not long before they’ve found a rhythm.

The first sound that Buck hears out of Eddie makes him feel like somebody’s just lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. It’s just a low sound of relief, really. It’s the same noise that Eddie makes when he sinks down into the couch after a long shift at the station, but in a wholly different context, and it lights Buck up. He’s been swallowing down his own noises, maybe scared in some way that he’d scare Eddie off with them, but — he finally lets go.

Buck relaxes a little more into the couch and sighs into Eddie’s mouth while his hands find their way to the front of Eddie’s jeans. He starts working at the button, no idea what he’ll do once he gets it undone, but it — it just feels like the thing to do. It’s what he wants.

Except, Eddie breaks the kiss then, and for the first time since all of this began, Buck gets to see how wrecked he looks by this. He can only imagine the way his own face looks as he stares up at Eddie, his hand frozen at the button on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie just stares at him for a minute, blinks a few times, rakes his eyes over Buck’s still-clothed form like he’s imagining what’s underneath.

Not that Eddie would have to do a lot of imagining, honestly — they’ve showered at the station together countless times.

Eddie stands up out of Buck’s lap and wordlessly offers him a hand. Buck takes it — of course he does. He’d follow anywhere Eddie decided to lead him.

Thankfully, it just seems to be down the hall to his bedroom.

Once inside, Buck realizes he’s never really been in here before. Once or twice, sure, of course. But this isn’t where they hang out. He’s only ever in here to grab something for Eddie, or maybe an extra blanket for himself when he stays over and crashes on the couch. But now he’s here, and he’s standing in front of Eddie, and neither of them are saying anything but it’s okay. It’s not an uncomfortable silence. It never is, not with them.

Eddie closes the door behind them and and turns back to Buck, and he only drops his hand to lift up the bottom hem of his t-shirt. “Okay?” Eddie asks, and he waits for Buck to nod again, surely looking dazed, before he slides his hands up Buck’s sides to pull his shirt off.

Buck lifts his arms in order to help him out, and he lets out a laugh when Eddie’s fingers brush against his armpits.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing a little, too. “Forgot how ticklish you are.”

Buck’s pretty sure they both know that’s not true. Buck doesn’t think Eddie’s ever forgotten a single thing that he’s learned about him. Buck can’t help but pull him into another kiss, and this time, Eddie’s hands land on his chest. One of them rests directly over his heart, the other a little further up, curling around the place where his chest meets his shoulder.

Wordlessly, Eddie breaks the kiss and trails his lips down the side of Buck’s neck, down one shoulder. He presses sweet little kisses there for what feels like forever, until Buck finally stops being so amazed by the fact that this is happening and starts to take off Eddie’s shirt.

Buck’s heart beats harder with every new square inch of skin that’s revealed, and once Eddie’s shirt is completely off, Buck just stands there, clutching the fabric in his fist and trying to breathe.

He can’t believe that this is happening. He’s loved Eddie so long, and now that he’s allowed to show it outwardly, it’s like he can’t figure out how. There’s so much he needs to say, so many things he needs to do, so many places on Eddie’s body to leave his mark, to claim — but it all gets jumbled in his head and his thoughts come to a screeching halt. All he can do is touch the expanses of skin he’s been allowed to see, but never lay a hand on.

Buck presses in close again, wraps his arms all the way around Eddie, and kisses him again. It’s hard to think past the fact that his bare chest is against Eddie’s, that they’re finally here. Buck moans a little desperately as he gets his hands between their bodies and back on Eddie’s jeans, prying at the button.

Eddie’s hands rest on top of his own again, and he breaks the kiss. A little winded, he says, “Slow down, sweetheart. We got all night.”

So, Buck slows down. But Eddie didn’t say to stop. So he sinks to his knees — for better visibility, really, or at least that’s what he’ll tell himself. He really can see what he’s doing a little better from down here, and he takes his time unfastening the button of Eddie’s jeans, unzipping them.

Above him, Eddie’s chest is heaving as he stares down at Buck with more adoration than he’s ever seen from anybody in his entire life. Buck hooks his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s jeans and pulls them down, pressing his lips to skin as soon as it’s exposed. He kisses along the tops of Eddie’s thighs, over his boxers, his hip. He hooks his fingers into the elastic and opens his mouth to ask, is this okay? but Eddie beats him to it.

“Go ahead,” he breathes. Buck pulls them off gently, and as cliche as it is, his mouth waters once Eddie’s fully exposed. There’s a little bit of wetness pearling right at the head, and Buck can’t help it — he leans forward and wraps his lips around Eddie’s cock, flicking his tongue out to taste.

Eddie’s fingers tangle in his hair, and — Buck was really only aiming for a little taste, but… a little more won’t hurt. He sinks down further onto Eddie’s cock, letting it press against the back of his throat, and he holds him there, staring up through eyes that are starting to water at the only man — the only person he’s ever loved this fiercely. His blinks are heavy and slow, and a tear slips out of the corner of his eye. Before it can roll down his cheek, Eddie’s wiping it away and slowly pulling out of Buck’s mouth.

“It’ll be over before it starts if you keep that up,” Eddie breathes, and he helps Buck back to his feet before he crowds him toward the bed. Buck goes — of course he does. He falls back onto the mattress pretty gracelessly, but it’s forgotten the instant Eddie hovers over him to untie the drawstring of his sweats and pull them down over his hips. Next to go are the boxers, tossed aside carelessly as Eddie rakes hungry eyes over Buck’s entire body.

He doesn’t say anything else, though, he just settles himself between Buck’s spread thighs and rolls his hips.

Buck used to get embarrassed by how wet he gets when he’s this turned on, but right now — he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care at all, because it helps with the friction, helps Eddie slide against him, and Eddie sliding against him is the reason he’s making those precious noises. Buck never figured that Eddie would be this vocal, but he loves it. He pulls Eddie’s face back down to press their lips together, and he whimpers every time the head of Eddie’s dick catches on his own.

“Need you,” Buck whispers into his mouth, “Please, Eddie. Please.”

“You have me,” Eddie tells him. “You’ve always had me, baby. You always will.”

Buck whines, high and reedy from the back of his throat. What a concept, huh?

Still, Eddie takes pity on him. He leans over to root around in the drawer of his bedside table, coming back with a bottle of lube. “I have — uh, condoms, too. If you want,” he offers. “I’m clean, and I know you are, too, but — just — if you don’t want to deal with the mess, or whatever. It’s up to you.”

“I want the mess,” Buck tells him, and he wraps a hand around himself for a little relief. “I want it, Eds, I wanna feel you.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Eddie soothes, and he closes the drawer and drops the bottle next to Buck’s thigh. “That’s good,” he tells him, spreading Buck’s legs a little wider, “just like that, keep touching yourself.”

Buck thinks he might honestly pass out. “Have you — ah — done this before?” he asks, motioning to where Eddie’s between his legs, slicking up his fingers. Three, from what Buck can tell.

“To myself,” Eddie answers. “Never to anyone else, though, so you’ll just have to tell me what feels good, okay?”

The thought of Eddie, right here on this bed, fingering himself, has got to be one of the hottest images Buck’s mind has ever supplied him with. He tries to push it from his brain so he can at least make an attempt to communicate effectively, but he just ends up nodding his head. “Yeah, yes. Okay,” he breathes. “Sure.”

Buck keeps his fist loose around his own cock as Eddie presses a finger inside, slowly, yes, but — he never stops. He presses inside until he’s up to the last knuckle, and then he stays there. “Relax,” he breathes, and Buck tries, okay — he really tries. But he wants to get this right.

He must relax at least a fraction, because he’s rewarded with a nip at the inside of his thigh, which makes his cock jump in his grip. Eddie slides his finger out and back in, prodding around, and Buck knows exactly what he’s looking for. He’s never done this with someone else either, so he’s never been able to reach it himself, but maybe Eddie could — he’s got longer fingers and a better angle, so —

“Eddie!” Buck cries, grinding his hips downward and throwing his head back. “Oh shit, baby, you — can you do that again?” he whimpers.

“Of course,” Eddie breathes, and he kisses along the crease of Buck’s groin, landing at his hip, and Buck just lets him. Eddie could do anything to him right now, and Buck would be ecstatic.

The glorious thing about it is that Eddie does do it again. And again, and again, and again. And soon, Buck is all but riding his finger, his back arched off of the bed. “More,” he breathes. “More, Eddie, can I have more?”

Instead of an answer, Buck feels a slight stretch, and then Eddie has two fingers fully inside of him, and Buck’s afraid he might actually catch on fire. “Hold still,” Eddie whispers, and he adjusts his position so that his face is closer to Buck’s again, and he can kiss him. “Slow down, sweetheart. I’m right here. It’s not a race. I’ll take care of you, Evan, you just have to let me.”

Buck takes a deep breath, then. “Sorry,” he croaks, and he nods his head. “Sorry, yeah. You’re — you’re right.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie tells him, soft and sweet and low. “Just let me. I’ve got you.”

“I know you do,” Buck tells him, and his eyes are welling up a little. He just feels so loved, he’s not sure what to do with it. It’s never been like this, not with anyone. Not Taylor, sure as hell not Abby, and — he’s just a little overwhelmed, is all.

It’s amazing to Buck how in-tune Eddie is to his emotions. Even though there are tears in his eyes, Eddie can somehow tell that it’s not a bad thing. He never stops moving his fingers, twisting them, hitting Buck at all the right angles, but he still checks in. “Y’alright?” he asks, pressing kisses all over Buck’s face.

“Just happy,” Buck nods, and he smiles, even through the tears. Eddie chooses that moment to slip a third finger inside, and Buck’s breath hitches. “R-really happy, Eds, shit.”

Eddie chuckles, and it comes from deep inside his chest as he crooks his fingers and spreads them a little at a time to get Buck nice and ready for him. “That means I’m doing my job right,” he whispers, and his lips press against Buck’s again, but softer this time. They’re both smiling into it, and Buck feels a little hysterical, but he’s as happy as he’s ever felt.

“I think — I think I’m ready,” Buck whispers, rolling his hips languidly, holding Eddie’s face in his hands.

“Are your legs okay?” Eddie asks, and he slips his fingers out so that Buck can relax a little. In truth, he is already a little sore. He hasn’t done yoga since he was recovering from the ladder truck, so he’s not as flexible as he once was.

Buck shrugs. “I want to see you, so — so it’s okay,”

Eddie grabs the lube again, but he lays down on his back next to Buck. “Would you want to—?” he asks, and his breathing picks up a little as he strokes himself, spreading the wetness to make the glide easier for Buck.

Would he—? Is that even a question? Fuck yes.

“Yeah,” Buck nods, and he swings a leg over Eddie’s hips until he’s in his lap, and then he leans down for a kiss. Eddie told him to slow down — well, he can do that. He can be patient.

Buck tangles his fingers in Eddie’s hair, kissing him slowly as he rolls his hips backward, a promise of what’s to come.

Eddie takes himself in hand and lines himself up, then, but just holds himself there. He doesn’t thrust or move his hips at all, really, he just waits for Buck to make the next move. “You sure?” he asks. “We don’t have to do this, Buck. We can wait. However long you need.”

“I’ve waited years, Eddie. I want this. I want you.”

Eddie just nods, then, and he tilts his head so that his lips are against Buck’s when he speaks. “Me too,” he nods. “Whenever you’re ready. Just take it slow, okay? Don’t hurt yourself.”

Buck presses their mouths together again and gives a slow roll of his hips, and the head of Eddie’s cock slides inside of him. He feels stretched and so full already, and he has no idea how he’s going to take all of Eddie, but he knows he’ll manage. He’s been more determined about things he wanted less than he wants this. He can do it.

Eddie gasps when it happens, and Buck takes it as an opportunity to lick into his mouth, and it makes both of them moan. Buck sinks a little lower, then, and his brows furrow as he concentrates. He goes as slow as he possibly can, trailing wet kisses along Eddie’s jaw as he whimpers, but it’s not pain. It’s the furthest thing from it, Buck thinks.

Then, as soon as he’s sure he can’t take any more, his ass is flush against the top of Eddie’s thighs, and Buck feels whole.

He sits up a little for more leverage, and Eddie slips deeper, somehow. “Jesus,” Buck whispers, and he rolls his hips. Eddie’s cock slides right against his prostate, and Buck’s eyes flutter closed as he starts a steady rise and fall. It’s not fast, but there’s a rhythm to it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eddie breathes from below him, and Buck smiles, open-mouthed and wide. He braces his hands on Eddie’s chest as he lifts his hips up so only the head of Eddie’s dick is still inside him, and he slowly lowers himself back down.

Eddie’s hands are holding on to Buck’s hips, not guiding him, just along for the ride. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Buck teases, and he wraps a hand around himself to start stroking, but he quickly realizes he’s not going to last if he does that. “You feel so good, Eds. So good, fuck.”

“C’mere,” Eddie whispers, and he wraps his arms around Buck’s back. “C’mere, Buck, please. Lemme see you, baby,” he breathes, pulling Buck down until they’re face-to-face again. “There you are,” he breathes, and he gives a long, slow thrust upward.

Buck lets out a choked-off noise that he’s never heard another human make, let alone himself. “Again,” he whispers. “Do that again, Eddie.”

“Love it when you say my name like that,” Eddie whispers, connecting his lips to the underside of Buck’s jaw. Eddie pulls out and pushes back in just as slowly, brushing up against that spot inside of Buck that makes him feel white-hot and electric. “Love — love being inside of you, baby. You feel good, too, you know that? You’re so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” Buck nods, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck. He can feel his eyes starting to well up with tears again, and he grinds down every time Eddie thrusts upward. Buck’s never had a first time with anyone that was as effortless as this is. They’re in it together, they can read each other like they’ve never been able to read anyone else. Buck can read Eddie better than he can read himself sometimes. “Thank you, Eddie, fuck,” he breathes. His voice cracks when he speaks, and he’s sure that by now, Eddie can feel the wetness of his tears against his neck. If not, he can surely hear Buck’s occasional sniffles.

“It’s okay,” Eddie soothes him, running a hand up and down his back as he holds Buck’s body close, rocking into him steadily, unwavering. Buck should’ve known that Eddie would be his rock for this — just like everything else. Eddie’s the one and only thing tethering him to this plane of reality. “I have you, honey. You’re right here, I’ve gotcha.”

“I know,” Buck nods, and he presses kisses to Eddie’s neck and tastes the salt-tang of his own tears. He’s still letting out choked-off moans every time Eddie is fully inside of him, brushing against his prostate. His voice cracks through his tears, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind much. His cock is trapped between their stomachs, and there’s friction every time Eddie thrusts, and Buck’s not sure he’s going to last that much longer.

“I’m close,” Eddie lets him know. “Is that okay? Do you want me to slow down? Make it last?” he asks, and he stays fully seated inside of Buck as he waits for an answer.

“No,” Buck shakes his head “I mean — we can do this again, right? I want — I want you to feel good, Eds. Want it to be so good for you.”

“We’ll do it again,” Eddie promises, and he starts moving a little faster. “We’ll do it as much as we can, whenever you want, okay? You’ve got me, now. I’m not goin’ anywhere. This isn’t the last time,” he reassures, and — if it were anyone else, Buck would probably call it overkill, but he needs to hear it right now. He needs to hear it from Eddie. He needs to know this isn’t just for right now. It has to be forever. “It’s so good for me, Buck. You’re so good for me.”

Buck nods his head, and he finally extracts his face from the crook of Eddie’s neck to look him in the eye. “Whenever you’re ready,” he whispers, and he connects their mouths.

Eddie speeds up just a little more, working more of those pathetic little whines out of Buck, but he drinks them right up. And Buck — he just — he loves Eddie so much, he doesn’t know what to do with it. He doesn’t know if Eddie wants to hear it, but he’s pretty sure Eddie’s fucked the filter right out of him. He has to say it.

“I love you,” Buck whispers, and he doesn’t even know if Eddie’s heard him at first, but he must have. He must have, because Eddie’s arms wrap tighter around him and the thrusts one, two, three more times before he stays there, and Buck can feel him come.

He didn’t know that was possible, but it is. He feels Eddie twitching inside of him, feels his cock jerk as he empties himself inside of Buck, gasping as he tries to kiss him some more, tries desperately to keep their mouths connected.

“Say it again,” Eddie breathes, and he hasn’t quite gone soft, so Buck uses that to his advantage. He rolls his hips so that Eddie’s cock is always rubbing against his prostate, whimpering all the while. “One more time, baby. Say it again for me.”

“I love you, Eds. Love you so much, so — so happy that you’re here, that you have me—” Buck whines, and — honestly, he knows it’s possible to come untouched, and he’s never been able to make himself do it, but — it seems like a real possibility, right now.

“I do have you,” Eddie tells him, holding Buck’s face and making him look him in the eyes. “And I love you, too.”

There it is. Just like that, Buck’s cock jerks and he shakes apart right there in Eddie’s arms, coming between their bodies and making a mess of them. Eddie holds him through it, holds him tighter through the aftershocks, and Buck’s pretty sure that Eddie’s arms around him are the only reason he’s not physically floating away.

Buck’s ears are ringing. He’s never come that hard in his life. “It’s okay,” he hears Eddie saying, faintly, somewhere in the back of his mind. “It’s alright. I have you, I love you. I love you so much,” he’s saying, and Buck isn’t sobbing, okay, but — there are more tears. They’re sliding out of his eyes and onto Eddie’s chest where his head is resting, and one of Eddie’s hands is in his hair while the other strokes his spine.

“Sorry,” Buck croaks, as soon as he comes around.

Eddie shushes him in an instant, quieting all of his fears. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he says. “And even if you did, I’d forgive you, okay?”

Buck just nods his head and does his best to dry up his tears. After a couple of minutes, he’s pretty sure he’s okay enough to lift his head and look at Eddie. “Y’love me?” he asks, a little nasally — his nose is stuffy, now. He’s always hated that about crying.

“Of course,” Eddie says. “For so long. I’m so happy, Buck.”

“Me too,” Buck nods, and he cracks a smile for all his tears. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, smiling down at Eddie. He’s so in love he can barely stand it.

“Thank you,” Eddie starts, “for giving me that.”

Buck nods and rolls off of Eddie, to the side, propped up on his elbow. “Always,” Buck nods. “Any time you want. I’m just — I’m glad we’re here, you know? I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Eddie says. “So glad I’m here, sweetheart. I’m so glad I have you.”

Buck leans forward to slot their lips together again, and he smiles. “We probably need to shower soon,” he whispers. “You have to go get Chris in a couple of hours.”

It’s not even dark outside. The sun is setting, so there’s a faintly orange glow to everything, but it won’t be dark for hours yet. “You could come with me,” Eddie offers. “And then you could… stay?”

“Of course I’ll stay,” Buck nods. “I’ll always stay, Eddie.”

It’s Eddie’s eyes who well up this time, but he’s smiling as bright as Buck’s ever seen. “I know you will,” he breathes. “That’s how I know this is gonna work. I’ll always stay, too.”

Buck can’t help it — a kiss isn’t enough to convey what he feels right now. He leans forward and wraps his arms around Eddie, digging his face back into Eddie’s neck. He slides one leg between both of Eddie’s, mindless of the mess between them. He couldn’t care less if he tried. “I’m so happy,” he whispers. “I’m always so fucking happy when I’m with you, Eds. You — you just make everything better.”

“How long until your lease is up?” Eddie asks. “I know that it’s soon, so — so you can renew it if you want, y’know, like — that would be okay. I wouldn’t be hurt, but — I mean, we have to talk to Chris first, but I can’t imagine he’d have a problem with you living here. So — so if you wanted, you know, you could—”

“Yes,” Buck whispers. “Yeah. My lease is up in a few weeks. I’ll start packing.”

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

“I love you, too. Now, get up. I’ll wash your hair in the shower for you.”

Eddie’s up and out of bed the moment Buck relinquishes his grip on him.

Buck knows that they have a long way to go. There’s a lot to talk about, too many things left unaddressed for far too long. But that can be for another day. Right now, all Buck knows or cares about is that he’s never been this excited for the rest of his life.

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