One-Two Buzz, Again and Again
Buck/Eddie | Buck/OC | E | 18K | Light Angst | Happy Ending | Getting Together | Phone Sex | Proxy Sex | Not Unrequited Love | s8 compliant but Bobby lives
“Get up and come over. I can make lunch, or brunch or whatever. I can make food. I’m thinking eggs and bacon, maybe some home fries.” It’s tempting, not having to figure out what to eat, not having to be the one to make it, getting to watch Eddie’s sure hands at work, getting to watch Eddie move confidently around the kitchen, knowing he doesn't have to make anything perfect, knowing any tease from Buck about his cooking skills wouldn’t really be true, not anymore, wouldn’t really be a complaint from Buck about how he could do better. Buck always thinks he does enough. “Don’ wanna move. Comfy.” It’s half true, how soft and unspooled he’d feels, how he wouldn’t mind staying here, just like this, with Eddie in his ear. It's safe. He can’t mess anything up while he’s tucked in bed, in his new home, just a voice and a listening ear. “C’mon,” and Buck hears the sheets rustle through the speaker, “you can’t just stay in bed all day.” “Course I can. Bed’s nice. Warm. Welcomin’. Always happy to ‘ave me.” He doesn’t register what he says, not until he hears silence on the other end. “That’s not—” “It’s fine, Buck.” It’s not fine. He doesn’t think Eddie thinks it’s fine, but he can’t be sure. He can’t see Eddie’s face or Eddie’s hands and whether they clench the phone tighter before letting go of the jab. That's the problem with the phone, with only having Eddie’s voice in his ear: he doesn’t know the things he's missing.
Or: The last time it was easy to talk to Eddie was when they were on the phone with 800 miles between them. When Eddie is back with Chris in L.A. for good, Buck keeps his relationship with Eddie to the phone, where it's safe, so that he doesn't do anything stupid. Something stupid happens anyway. read on ao3
This is for @vibecheckd, who was willing to pour one out for this in farewell when I thought I'd never be able to finish it, even though she was excited to read it when it was only an idea and a small snippet. And for @the-hwaelweg, who is only reason I kept writing past the angst.



















