the least realistic thing 911 has ever done isnât freeway shark or super ebola itâs that ravi wasnât immediately jumped on at the firefighter bachelor auction. i know itâs been like two months but im still mad
the concept of buck and eddie sitting together after everything and eddie being like "you know that cop thought we were a couple too" and buck blushing and being like "i don't know why everyone thinks we're together or have a thing for each other.. even tommy thought so!" and eddie chokes on his food and is like "TOMMY thought so?!" and buck going like "... uh yeah he.. he kinda saw you as his competition? i don't know" and eddie getting an unreadable look on his face and going "huh..." and buck catches.. is that a faint smile on his face?
buddie win the championship and go out to a bar to celebrate that night and get super duper drunk and the scene hard cuts to a hotel room floor the next morning with two cowboy hats thrown haphazardly on top of each other. and the credits roll
something something eddie shoving buck into a bathroom stall slamming him against the door their laughter smothered by frantic sloppy kissing while they grind against each other desperately in their jeans both their stupid cowboy hats tumbling to the floor "oh nooo i liked that hat" buck whines practically into eddie's mouth and eddie replaces all those words with his tongue and buck shuts up :) :) :)
I wish you would write a fic where they high five after sex, lol <3
hiiii, have some tooth-rotting post-smut fluff from these two goofballs. :DD
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In the aftermath, Eddie flops back against the pillow, breathing hard, as Buck tucks his face into his throat: laughing, breathless, giddy. Their bodies are stuck together with sweat, and his heart is still thundering. He finds it hard to put the sensations together, parse them as something realâBuck, warm and laughing and naked against him, the ache and strain of his body, his heart going fast, sweat slicking his skin. Beard burn on his thighs and chest and throat, Buck's cock softening in slow pulses between themâit's not just sweat sticking them together.
"Holy shit," Buck breathes into his jaw. Eddie scruffs a hand through his sweaty hair, laughing breathlessly. "That was good, right? I thought it was good."
"Are you asking for constructive criticism here?" Eddie asks, but he's too out of breath to make it properly sarcastic. Buck bites him, then soothes the sting with his tongue, and Eddie's dick makes a valiant effort at reviving.
"I think I have a clipboard lying around here somewhere," Buck says, then starts laughing again. Eddie gets his fingers through Buck's hair and uses a light grip to tug him up into a messy, misaimed kiss. They're both smiling too much to make it work.
"Oh yeah? You got feedback forms? Maybe a spreadsheet?"
"Please rate your driver five stars on the app," Buck says, still snickering.
Eddie rolls his eyes and kisses him again. "You think you're cute, huh?"
"I know I'm cute," Buck says cheerfully.
"Modest, too."
"One of my best qualities, I'm told."
"One of them, sure," Eddie says, and gropes him, fingers digging into the meat of his ass and upper thighs, smearing lube. Buck shudders against him like they didn't both just come their brains out five minutes ago. "How soon before you can go again, do you think?"
"Should have known you'd be insatiable," Buck groans, laughing.
"Just a question, bud."
"I'm thirty-four, you're gonna have to give me a minute."
"Hmm," Eddie says, with another squeeze to the back of Buck's thigh. "Too bad, I was gonna rate you five stars, butâ"
"Oh, please, act like that wasn't the ride of your life."
"Pretty sure you were the one doing the riding there."
Buck cracks up again, legs squeezing around Eddie's hips, then sits back on his heels, sweaty and gleaming, beautifully naked, straddling Eddie's thighs. He holds a hand up, palm out. Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, and he says, "High five."
"What?" Eddie laughs.
"C'mon, gimme five. Good game, all that stuffâ"
"You're insane," Eddie says, laughing harder, but he slaps his palm to Buck's, then curls his fingers around his hand, pulling and twisting to flip them over so that he's on top, settled neatly between Buck's open legs. Buck's head thumps back against the pillow, and he beams up at Eddie.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," Eddie replies, and he can hear it just in that one syllableâthe helpless fondness, the affection that feels too huge to contain. Buck's smile softens, becomes knowing, so sweet that Eddie has to lean down and kiss him, again and again.
Letâs be so real guys, there are two things we know about Eddie Diaz: the guy is determined to be a good father and also has the worst catholic guilt of any repressed gay macho man to ever walk the planet. Point being, he would TRY and give Chris the sex talk and fail abysmally. Thereâd be lots of stuttering and tangents. Two minutes in and Chris is eyeing the pencil on his desk and considering stabbing himself through the eye just to escape. At the end of it Chris probably ended up even more confused and unable to look his dad in the eye for a solid week, meanwhile Eddie probably locked himself in his room and recited eight Our Fathers as penance. Then while Eddie was sobbing to a priest about being a failure of a father, Chris would ask Buck for clarification about, well, everything and Buck- certified respectful manwhore with badly hidden dad instincts- would answer everything with just the right balance of teasing and normalcy that Chris would feel knowledgeable enough to never have bring it up again (the goal of any twelve year old fielding the sex talk). Then theyâd go for ice cream meanwhile Eddie is dry heaving in a confessional booth and later when Buck tells Eddie about everything because he didnât wanna overstep but Chris came to him and he was curious Eddie, Eddie would laugh hysterically and then call Buck Chrisâ other dad and his own partner in a way thatâs totally straight because catholic Jesus is Watching Him and he definitely doesnât find Buck parenting his kid hot. Then they have a non date date night and fall asleep together on the couch. The B plot of the episode is the 118 dealing with a myriad of sex related injuries/calls. At one point Buck is seen very obviously checking out Eddieâs ass. Multiple âjokingâ innuendos are thrown around. Chimney and Hen share a number of exasperated looks and no one mentions it. At one point Bobby is the only person who is familiar enough with a sex swing to be able to to free the victim irreparably tangled in it. Everyone mentions it.
back to that post about how eddie played up his injuries dramatically when buck got to the hospital I'm just thinking about buck going to eddie's after stitch and bitch and eddie subtly grimaces while sitting on the sofa and squints a lil just so buck can offer to turn down the lights 'if you have a headache', and eddie hums softly and nods. and then buck turns down the lights and eddie shifts a few times so buck can go 'does anything hurt?' and eddie can deny it a few times so buck can keep pushing until eddie softly admits his muscles hurt a little after being knocked around đ„șđ„șđ„ș and when buck offers to massage him he waits an appropriate amount of time looking hurt but reluctant so buck can huff and gently tug eddie into his lap and massage his neck while all the tension melts out of eddie.
and after a few minutes buck goes 'i know what you're doing, you know' while not stopping and eddie just smiles a little smugly closing his eyes and turning his cheek into buck's lap and goes 'i don't know what you're talking about'
we're riding out tonight to case the promised land
9-1-1 (TV) | Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley | season 9 | 5k mature
Here, in this little rental car, no one but the two of them around for miles and milesâŠhe felt hyperaware of himself, the sound of his breathing, every shift of his legs against the leather of the seat. Aware of Buck too, the heat of his body radiating towards him in the close space, a rival to the blaze of the sun beating down on him through the windshield. It all stirred something frenetic in Eddie, setting him on edge.
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Buck and Eddie take an impromptu road trip from Nashville to LA. What's 2,000 miles and a shared bed between friends?
6.6K words | teen
accidental confessions | feelings realization | first kiss | idiots in love
some fairy tale bliss [on AO3]
Buck allows himself to be steered, blinking around like he's trying to place the room. Then he says, "'S this Eddie's room?"
"Uh huh," Eddie says. He steers Buck toward the bed and folds him gently down onto it, then kneels to pull his shoes like he used to when Chris was little. Buck sways slightly in place, blinking heavily.
"D'you know Eddie?" he asks. His eyes are huge and earnest. It's not often these days that Eddie gets to see him this unguarded. Just needed to get him stoned out of his mind on painkillers, apparently. He's probably got a prescription in that stack of papers Eddie took. Maybe Eddie can run out and fill it for him while he sleeps. "He's my bestâmy best friend."
Eddie's heart does something traitorously squishy that he hopes doesn't show on his face. "Feeling's mutual, bud. Come on, lie down, sleep it off for a little bit, okay?"
eddie and buck post impulsive, spur-of-the-moment, can't keep their hands off each other another second sex lying side by side stunned and incredulous did we really just do that, they've been friends for almost a decade, have been alone together a billion times and suddenly they just--what, they HAD to fuck? and one of them starts laughing because it's SO ridiculous, they literally TORE each others clothes off, and the other one starts laughing too and it's relief and freedom and absurdity and realization all at the same time and then they're kissing again and laughing because what are they DOING but also what have they been doing all this time NOT doing this??
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