can i get 'piggy back rides' if you're inspired ? 😊
“You’re drunk,” Eddie spluttered. He was also, objectively, quite drunk – but one of the two of them needed to be sensible, there and then. Buck had a grin on his face that only appeared when he was his happiest drunk self, blue eyes bright as he looked at Eddie. Eddie loved him so much, he didn’t know what to do with the feeling sometimes, and this was one of those times – Buck, his bright, beautiful Buck. Eddie was sort of always overwhelmed when he was around him.
“You’re drunk,” Buck countered, which wasn’t incorrect, but sort of wasn’t the point. It was the first date night where they’d been able to go out, and get a little stupid and drunk – they were parents, so it wasn’t always possible to go out, and get silly, but Christopher had his first sleepover since they’d moved back from Texas, and they’d gone for dinner, and to an overpriced cocktail bar, and they were drunk.
They were drunk, and stupidly in love, and in the middle of WeHo. It was a thing. Eddie was embracing his joys
“Buck,” Eddie spluttered. “You are not giving me a piggyback right now. We’re only going halfway up this street to get ice-cream.”
Buck honest-to-God pouted. “Why not?”
“Because! You’ll do your back in, and then I’ll be the one who has to listen to you complain about how much your back hurts for weeks until its better,” Eddie shook his head. “Buck, I’m too heavy.”
Buck fixed him with a smirk that Eddie could not think about too deeply in public or he’d commit an arrestable offence. “I think I’ve more than proved I can easily throw you around since we started dating, Eddie.”
Eddie’s face turned a shocking shade of red. “Buck! You throwing me around our bedroom is one thing,” he hissed, not wanting the throng of strangers around them to hear this utterly ridiculous conversation. “You giving me a piggyback in the middle of a busy street on a Saturday night is another thing entirely.”
Buck pouted again. “But I want to.”
Goddamnit. The pout was, unfortunately, growing to be one of Eddie’s greatest weaknesses – and Buck knew that, the fucker. “Fine,” Eddie sighed. “But don’t come crying to me when you throw your back out.”
Buck grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “I love you,” he beamed, turning around and stooping so Eddie could get on his back. “Come on. Up and at ‘em.”
“You are, without a doubt, the most ridiculous man I have ever met,” Eddie rolled his eyes, his tone loving. “What are you trying to prove here, Buck?”
“Nothing,” Buck hummed. “I just like proving I’m stronger than you.”
That was also admittedly true. Eddie relented, wrapping his arms around Buck’s shoulders, his boyfriend standing up easily. “You might be stronger than me, cowboy,” Eddie hummed, pausing to nip at Buck’s earlobe. “But which one of us has the stamina to ride you into the mattress when we get home? You’ve been skipping a lot of leg days lately, sweetheart.”
(They skipped the ice-cream.)
send me a physical intimacy prompt
