ok whatever you do don't think about
tommy coming to pick up buck from a shift, with plans for them to have a lazy day (mostly in bed). he's walking into the station, and he's greeted by members of Shift B who remember him.
buck's still getting washed up from their last call, and getting changed. hen & chim are already halfway out of the door, and all buck can hear is chimney excitedly yelling tommy's name, and the three talking happily about something, nothing.
buck glances out of the window to see his boyfriend chatting easily with his friends, and he feels... relief. because not once has he had this with his previous partners, there was an awkwardness around abby (due to him still being somewhat buck 1.0) and then he never really merged his other girlfriends into the fam.
eddie comes up beside him, putting his hand on the shoulder. "you okay?" and buck grins, it's his tommy grin. "yeah, everything's great."
then he walks out to see his boyfriend, who goes all doe-eyed at the tired golden retriever he's dating. soft greetings are exchanged, and buck plants a chaste kiss to tommy's lips, just because. cause he can. cause he wants to.
and of course, chimney, eddie and hen are teasing him - but it's different from before. they're happy for him.
and it's just BLISS.
don't mind me, i'm just HAPPY that buck is HAPPY
buddie (mentioned buck/tommy, eddie/marisol) | T | 1K | sexuality exploration, man on man kissing, fluff tbh | not beta read, dont point out mistakes & no i don't take criticism :)
“Is it okay to kiss you?”
Buck’s lips parted. Staring blankly at the person ahead of him. A person he knew incredibly well. He’d argue that nobody knew them better than himself, and vice versa. But. That question had his mouth drying, heart stilling and breath hitching.
Since he had come out, Buck had worked out exactly what that meant for himself. It took him a bit to get past, “I’m an ally”, and get to the, “I’m bisexual.” But it was a journey, it was his journey. And he finally, maybe, was fully accepting of himself. He had a few hiccups, when he was alone late at night. Some panic would set in that this was just a big joke. That he was fooling himself.
And then, Tommy. Tommy had been amazing at helping him learn about himself. About his sexuality. After their hiccup of a first date, and then Maddie’s wedding, Tommy had been giving Buck the educational experience. It started with a chill movie night, some action flick that Buck was sure they would both enjoy. Until…
“Henry Cavill is just…” Tommy made a noise, and it was right in Buck’s ear. It had the hair on the back of his neck sticking up, in the most beautiful way as he was glancing towards his friend. “You know?”
“I- Uh.. Yeah, I do- I do know.” Buck swallowed nervously, because he was. This was new. Kissing a man was new. Watching a movie cuddled up like this was new. Expressing sexual interest in a man? Definitely very new, even if the thoughts had not been.
But that expression had led to some kissing, and some exploration of another male's anatomy which… Buck found he enjoyed it a lot. Almost as much as he loves women. No doubt.
But it had been a few weeks, and Buck had realised. He likes Tommy. A lot. But, his heart was already claimed by another. Probably had been for a long time, which is why he had so many failed relationships with women. And Tommy? He was more than okay with it.
“I helped you find a new piece of yourself,” Tommy has said, his voice so casual and even. Like it always was. Calming. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed,” there had been a playful huff. “But I’d be stupid to not take this for what it was. You truly are special, Evan.”
And they were still friends. He was the one Buck reached out to during a long 48 hour shift, when he was unable to sleep and he thought about something else he wanted to ask when it came to his sexuality. He found out, no, apparently it was not normal for a heterosexual man to check out a hot guy's ass. It had been one of Tommy’s first callouts about maybe he wasn’t straight.
Which brings him to today.
Eddie is sat beside him, Christopher already in bed. A movie playing on the tv, but it had been long forgotten. And it was just two men drinking beers. Eddie’s body tucked into the corner, leg bent and balancing on his other knee. One hand holding his calf there, the other cradling his beer. Buck stared at him, stared at his lips. And it was hitting him like a freight train all over again.
“I just- You said that’s how you realised about, y’know,” Eddie nodded awkwardly, gesturing towards the man on the other side of his couch. “And I- I’ve never kissed a guy before, so I could be- I don’t know-”
“Eddie,” Buck breathed out. Eddie’s eyes snapped to meet his, and they both swallowed. “You can kiss me.” A beat. “It won’t- It won’t change anything between us.”
“Just two bros exploring their- their sexuality together, right?”
Buck snorted, moving closer to his best friend as he set his beer bottle down on the coaster on the coffee table. Eddie rolled his eyes fondly at the gesture, because he himself wouldn’t have bothered with the coaster at all. But Buck, Buck always did.
“Come here,” Buck mumbled, as he was taking Eddie’s beer from his hand to set it down on the coaster beside his own. Eddie was watching him closely, every single movement. Then Buck turned back to him, a soft breathless laugh escaping him. “Just… Kiss me how you would kiss M- a girl.”
A close slip-up. He almost dropped the name of Eddie’s most recent ex. He was never fully able to get over the issues with the nun outfit. The catholic guilt becoming too much, is what he had explained to Buck when he said they had broken up.
“You’re too delicate for that,” Eddie teased, but he was moving closer. Their thighs were touching now, and Eddie’s hand raised to his cheek. His thumb brushing against the soft, pink flesh there. His fingers gently cupping the underside of Buck’s jaw. And Buck waited, watching. Allowing Eddie to take this at his pace, like Tommy had allowed for him.
Then Eddie’s soft, plump lips were brushing against his own. Then it was chaste. A delicate kiss. Lips against lips. No movement of any kind, not even tongue. Just two men pressing their mouths together.
Then it was Eddie, tracing his thumb along Buck’s jaw as his mouth started to move against his best friends. Leaning in, exploring this sensation.
For Buck, this was better than his first kiss with Tommy. The stubble-burn, the way Eddie’s nose brushed against his cheekbone. The masculine grip of Eddie’s fingers holding his jaw. That was all new, and it was similar to what he experienced with Tommy. But it was just… better.
And then Eddie was pulling away, not because he wanted to, but because he needed to. It was a lot, and he had forgotten how to breathe. Because that’s what Evan Buckley does to him. Knocked him senseless and leaves him breathless.
“I… am definitely not straight.”
Those were the first words out of Eddie’s mouth after the pair had slowly opened their eyes, looking right back at each other. And… this was new. And Buck was excited. Because he now gets to help his best friend learn about his sexuality.
then it turns out he's just "out of town for a few days"
which tells me he's in el paso BUT writers of hit show 9-1-1... THIS IS WEIRD
my ONLY complaint about the episode is that eddie has continued to feel out of character from last weeks... IT MAKES NO SENSE
For a moment, that’s all that seems to echo inside of Buck’s head, more than ever before; you have a man on top of you, you are kissing a man; you’re touching a man, and he’s touching you, and you like it.
Buck likes it - not just being with Tommy, being with a man - that part is obvious, but he… likes that he likes it. He loves that he likes it. Truthfully, he doesn’t think that he has ever felt more at home in his own body than he does in this very moment.
eddie getting punched in the cock & balls is a direct parallel to the castrating toxicity of compulsory heterosexuality, and his relationship with marisol nolastname. in this essay i will⏤
“What’s your name, kid?” The question was directed at Teddy, who rolled his eyes in reply. Settling back in his chair, raising up his handcuffed wrists.
“Get these removed, and I’ll answer all the questions in the world.”
But Sergeant Grant didn’t move. Instead, she found that he had answered all the questions she could have possibly had. With the smug, egotistical grin that covered his face. It was one she knew, unfortunately.
“They pressing charges?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll take this one off your hands for you.”
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Or; the one where Teddy Buckley is reunited with his sibling(s).
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