teddie + “You better take care of that car or I swear I'll haunt your ass!”
ahhhh thank you, beloved @acesartemis!!!! Sorry, not sorry, apparently I can only write them in one universe. I hope you like it (a smidge under the cut in case 'queer' is not the term for you) 🫶
“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!” "Good thing I don't believe in ghosts," Eddie mutters under his breath, glaring as the senior officer walks away to torment someone else. "Not like I'm doing you a favor or anything." Behind him, he hears someone click their tongue. Well, not just any random someone. Before he hears the voice or sees the face, he knows damn well who it is. Who else would be crowding his space at the worst possible time? Eddie keeps his focus under the hood for plausable deniability, but he'll at least acknowledge his intruder. "Kinard." "Diaz," Tommy volleys back. "Need a hand?" "Nah, just finishing up." In his periphery he notices Tommy lean under the hood anyway, hands spread over the frame for balance. "Sure? If you keep tightening that you're likely to snap it." Eddie stills his hand, tries to take a calming breath without being noticed. "Yeah, you're probably right." He gathers his wrench, and the oil rag to wipe away the smudges of grease and lubricant. "You should take a night off. Looks like you could use it." Eddie busies himself with cleaning up the work area to keep himself from doing any manner of stupid things, ranging from daring Tommy to tell him more about what he could use all the way to kissing him stupid. Of course, one could just as easily lead into the other, and Eddie's not about to lose a friend and gain a dishonorable discharge for being impulsive. Instead, he shoves all that down and huffs quietly. "Look around, Kinard. Not exactly a vacation around here." He finally dares to look at his friend only to find that he's already looking at Eddie with an expression he doesn't particularly want to name. One he's seen Tommy use a lot more recently. One he's afraid of showing himself. A smirk that's too soft for pals and out of the question for the US Army. A smirk that should be aimed at a pretty gal in a club. Somewhere with drinks and loud band music, where no one really cares who you are as long as you're with the right kind of person. Tommy seems to finally remember himself, clearing his throat and pretending to be interested in the grime under his nails. "Doesn't mean we have to suffer around the clock. If we're gonna die we may as well live a little." He flicks his eyes up, meeting Eddie's gaze again. "Right?" "Mmhmm." Eddie tries to swallow but his throat is suddenly drier than his canteen after an all day hike. That smirk comes back, like Tommy knows something about Eddie that he doesn't. "Let me know if you change your mind, Eddie." Tommy says his name as if it's been cradled in his mouth, waiting to be spoken. Eddie wants to pull him into a bruising kiss, wants to slide their tongues together, make Tommy taste how much Eddie wants him. Again, out of the question. "Yeah," Eddie answers with a modicum of dignity still in tact. "I'll do that." "I hope so." Tommy gives him a shallow nod, then turns and walks away, leaving Eddie to sort himself out and remember that he's got a family at home depending on him. It's a sobering thought, thinking about Shannon and Christopher waiting for him to come back. "Get it together, Diaz," he scolds.
