“I still can’t believe you fainted because you gave me all of your blood” Eddie chuckles. He’s carefully rewrapping Buck’s left palm where he scraped it on the pavement in front of the hospital, collapsing the second Eddie was no longer connected to him by the tube from the field transfusion. Eddie’s carefully holding Buck’s wrist in one hand, like he’s holding something precious, while he secures the bandage with the other. “There. All done.”
“Thanks” Buck sighs. “And I did not give you all of my blood. I would not be standing here if I did.”
“I’m glad,” Eddie says with a soft little smile. Buck looks up from where he’s been inspecting the new bandage around his palm. “Me too. That you’re here.” It’s so simple, yet so incredibly sweet that Eddie feels heat rising to his cheeks. Blood rising to the surface. Buck’s blood.
“Still. It’s - a lot of your blood that’s - in me now.” Eddie has no idea what he’s saying. He only knows that Buck is looking at him thoughtfully now and - when did he move this close? Buck seems to consider him for a second before he brings his uninjured hand up to Eddie’s face and touches the back of his knuckles carefully to Eddie’s flaming hot cheek.
“Here,” Buck says quietly. “My blood. I’m in your veins.” He sounds awestruck.
Eddie inhales sharply. They stare at each other in silence, eyes huge. Buck’s statement seems to have shocked himself just as much as it has shocked Eddie. He takes another shaky breath and says exactly what he’s been wondering. Making himself crazy over, actually.
“Does it turn you on?”
“Yes,” Buck rushes out, before Eddie has even fully completed the sentence. It’s a relief for both of them, a joint exhale, and at the same time, it makes everything that much worse. “Oh god.”
Eddie slowly raises his own hand to the one that Buck is still pressing reverently to his burning cheek and takes it carefully in his. “Where else?”
Buck understands what he means. He never has to explain himself to Buck. And especially with this, they have been on the same page for days. Ever since Eddie got out of the hospital, fully discharged after a few days because the wound in itself wasn’t bad, it was just the blood loss that had been pretty severe. Ever since he got out of the hospital he had not been able to stop thinking about Buck’s blood in his veins. Had looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he could see a difference. He thinks he can.
“Where else?” he repeats and lets go of Bucks hand so Buck can run his fingertips down the side of his neck and stop at his pulse point. “Here,” Buck says, amazed. He runs his fingers further down his throat, fitting his whole palm against Eddie’s collarbone. “And here.” He smooths his palm down Eddie’s left arm until he’s at his wrist, feeling his pulse there too. “Here.”
Buck keeps his fingertips there for a moment, seemingly content to feel the blood thundering through Eddie’s veins. Eddie wonders if it feels as powerful to Buck as it does to him. Eddie’s been feeling powerful for days.
Buck is looking down at his own hand at Eddie’s side and seems to consider something. Then he lifts the hem of Eddies shirt just a little, just enough to creep his fingertips under it and lay his palm flat against his abs. “Here, too.”
Eddie shivers under Buck’s touch. “Yeah,” he whispers, agreeing or giving permission, he doesn’t know. “Yeah, fuck.”
This seems to encourage Buck who now runs his hand under Eddies shirt up to his chest with a new urgency. When he thumbs a nipple and says: “Here,” Eddie whimpers quietly. Buck gives the other nipple the same treatment. Buck’s bandaged hand is on Eddie’s hip, steadying, holding on. Buck tips his head and now their foreheads are resting against each other, both of them breathing heavier by the minute. Eddie is glad for the support, feels faint, even though this time it feels kind of wonderful. They both closed their eyes at some point, and Eddie reaches up to support himself with his forearms on Buck’s shoulders. Buck’s palm is now pressed directly over Eddie’s heart.
“Where else?” Eddie whispers, and it’s so quiet he’s surprised Buck even hears him at all. But before Eddie can consider what he’s implying, Buck slides his hand down Eddie’s torso, down his abs, down the fine trail of hair on his belly, and squeezes the bulge in Eddie’s sweatpants. “Here.”
“Oh god,” Eddie throws his head back and has to let go of Buck to support himself on the counter behind him. “Fuck.”
