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For the Buddie First Kiss Week ( @buddiefirstkissweek )

Day 1: Related to Pride

Happy Pride Month Everyone! ♥

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For Buddie First Kiss Week: Day Three. I liked both prompts and so I sort of combined them together :)

Prompt: Soft & slow | After a fight

           Eddie and Buck butting heads wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. They were both strong-willed guys and while they often agreed, there were times that they didn’t and it became a full knock-down, drag-out between the two of them. And the whole station usually got dragged into it in some way just from proximity.

           Buck trotted up the stairs, fully intending on getting a cup of coffee before the start of his shift, to see Eddie already up there with the pot in his hand. He pointedly made eye contact with Buck before dumping the rest of the pot into his mug. Buck scowled at him and stood at the top of the stairs, fuming. It was so petty and childish, but when Buck and Eddie were fighting- that’s the kind of things they would do to each other.

           Hen, who was grabbing some water from the fridge, glanced between the two of them awkwardly as Eddie primly turned to go and settle on the nearby couches and scroll through his phone. Buck stomped over and started cleaning out the coffee pot and setting it up to brew another pot.

           “Trouble in paradise?” Hen asked lightly, trying to break some of the tension, but winced a little as Buck gave her the stink eye. “What’s going on with the two of you?” Hen asked and leaned her hip against the sink as Buck slammed the top of the coffee maker shut.

           “We’re fighting,” Buck grumbled as he flipped the switch on the coffee maker.

           “That much was obvious,” Hen said and reached out to settle a hand on his arm. Buck tensed under her touch, but after a moment he relaxed a little. “You wanna talk about it?”

           Buck cut a glance over at Eddie and rolled his eyes a little. “Eddie and I had a fight about Christopher,” Buck said quietly so that his voice wouldn’t carry over to where Eddie was sitting and start their fight all over again in the station this time. Hen grimaced in sympathy. While Buck and Eddie dating was a new thing, they’d been co-parenting Christopher long before they’d both realized that the other wasn’t as straight as they’d thought and finally done something about it. “It shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, you know? I just suggested that Christopher should start helping out around the house to give Eddie a bit of a break. He’s ten years old now, Hen. He can help do the dishes and pick up his own clothes and toys. But Eddie said I was being too hard on him- that Christopher was just a kid- and then he kept snapping about knowing how to take care of his kid.” Buck scrubbed a hand over his face. “I just thought that since Christopher was doing so well with the responsibility of the new hamster that he could handle a few little things around the house to give Eddie a break.”

           Hen chewed her lip as she debated what to say. Of course, they all knew that Christopher was capable and independent- he proved that every day with the things he would accomplish on his own, insisting that Eddie let him try to do it himself before asking for help- but his CP did leave him with limitations. But Hen knew that Buck knew that. Buck wouldn’t suggest Christopher do something that he knew the boy wouldn’t be able to do. Eddie should know that too, but he could be fiercely overprotective of his son. Hen just shrugged a little helplessly, it was best to let the two of them figure it out themselves because they knew Christopher best- and she didn’t want to get in the middle of a parenting war between the two of them. Despite being a mother herself, she knew it wasn’t her place.

           “You guys’ll figure it out. Eddie’s just… Eddie,” Hen said and rubbed Buck’s shoulder as comfortingly as she could. Buck just nodded and gave her a weak smile.

           “Thanks for letting me bitch,” Buck said and turned back to the coffee maker so he could get some caffeine in his system before they got a call. Right as he was about to pour himself a mug- because the universe hated him- the alarm went off and they were having to head down to a call.

           Buck couldn’t help but glare at Eddie when Eddie sent him a small smirk from where he was pulling himself up into the truck.

…..

           Bobby glanced between Buck and Eddie with the air of a concerned parent. Usually the two sat next to each other at meals, practically glued from thigh to shoulder, but today they were sitting on opposite sides of the table and on opposite ends.

           They never let whatever it was get between them on calls- Bobby would have chewed them out and forced them to sit down and talk over whatever the hell was happening if it effected their work- but the tension in the station was palpable whenever the two were in close quarters together.

           Eddie was on dish duty but he waited until Buck had put his dishes into the sink and walked away to try and get some sleep in the bunk room before Eddie got up and went ahead to start on the pile in the sink. Bobby waited until most of the other crew had drifted away before he moved over to stand at Eddie’s side. Eddie was tense as he scrubbed at the dishes in front of him with a single-minded determination that Bobby knew meant Eddie had something on his mind.

           “What’s going on?” Bobby asked quietly, patiently, with no judgement in his tone.

           “Everything’s good, Cap,” Eddie bit out without looking up at Bobby once. “What are you talking about?”

           “Come on, Eddie,” Bobby said and watched the other carefully. “You really don’t think that all of us can’t see that something’s eating the two of you?” Eddie glanced over at him sheepishly and Bobby just quirked a small smile. “So do you want to tell me what’s up or am I going to have to start guessing?”

           “We had a fight about Christopher,” Eddie mumbled after a moment, turning his eyes back to the dishes in his hands. Bobby just waited, knowing that getting Eddie to talk was harder than Buck just due to the differences in their personalities. “Buck thinks that I should give Christopher chores around the house, that he’s old enough to do things for himself so that I don’t have to do them, but I’m his father, Bobby!” Eddie lifted his head, a furrow between his brows. “I’m supposed to do things for him. That’s part of the job. I want Chris to focus on being a kid and things like dirty clothes on the floor and dishes-” Eddie scoffed and waved his hand. “I know Buck loves Chris like he’s his own- Christopher is as much Buck’s son as he is mine and has been for a while- but…” Eddie faltered and shook his head, turning back to the dishes.

           Bobby shifted on his feet a little. “I get where you’re coming from, Eddie. I really do,” Bobby assured him. “And I don’t think Buck is trying to say that you’re not doing a good job at being Christopher’s father and taking care of him- Buck does nothing but talk about how you’re a great father- I just think that he’s trying to help both of you.”

           “I should talk to him,” Eddie said and chewed his lip as he finished up with the dishes.

           “Get some sleep first,” Bobby said and clapped a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re both tired, it’s been a long shift, and it’s probably not a conversation to be had in the station.” Bobby gave Eddie a look that had Eddie flushing a little under the scrutiny. Eddie nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “Just don’t let it bleed into your work. Either of you.”

           “Yessir,” Eddie said and gave Bobby a short little salute before heading down to the bunk room himself.

…..

           Buck ducked into the house and made a beeline for Eddie’s bedroom so he could get the first shower- and probably drain most of the hot water in retaliation for the coffee that morning- but Eddie caught his wrist before he could step into the bathroom. “Hey,” Eddie said quietly, and he traced his thumb over the delicate skin over Buck’s pulse. “Can we talk for a second first?”

           Buck shifted his weight back and forth for a moment before he nodded and let Eddie tug him towards Eddie’s bed. They both sat on the edge and Eddie’s lips were pressed together in a firm line. Buck sighed heavily, knowing that Eddie was hesitating and at the moment it was just too much to try and sit through. He was dirty and he was tired.

           “Eddie, it’s been a long day and I-”

           “I’m sorry,” Eddie blurted out, cutting Buck off without meaning to. “I shouldn’t have said what I said to you. You were looking out for me and Christopher and that’s one of the many things that I love about you: how much you care.” Eddie scrubbed a hand through his hair and looked over at Buck with a wince. “You know that me and my parents don’t talk very often…” Buck nodded encouragingly and put his hand on Eddie’s knee. “Before I moved to L.A. they wanted to take Christopher because they didn’t think I could take care of him myself. I guess part of me is just still so insecure that they were right, so when you suggested letting Christopher do some things to help around the house…”

           “It sounded like I was saying you couldn’t handle it,” Buck finished and Eddie’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. “I know that you would do anything in the world for that kid, Eddie. But he’s getting older and he can handle the responsibility.”

           Eddie nodded and he sighed heavily. “I know. I guess part of me just wants him to stay little forever.” He leaned his shoulder into Buck’s and Buck wrapped an arm around his back, pressing a kiss against the curve of Eddie’s shoulder.

           “Me too,” Buck admitted, and Eddie glanced over at him with a small smile.

           “How about this, we start with him keeping his room clean and we work up to helping out with the dishes?” Eddie asked, angling for a compromise.

           Buck cracked a small smile and then nodded. “I think we can work with that,” Buck said before leaning in and kissing Eddie softly. Buck felt something settle in his chest as Eddie relaxed into their kiss. Buck kept it slow and soft as he traced his fingers over the line of Eddie’s jaw before he let his fingers smooth through the short hairs at the nape of Eddie’s neck. Eddie pulled back and pressed a lingering but close-mouthed kiss to Buck’s lips before completely pulling back.

           “Does that mean we can take a shower together or are you still determined to use all the hot water before I can get mine in?” Eddie asked with a smile tugging at his mouth.

           “Oh no, you’re definitely going to have to wait. Think of it as punishment for the coffee stunt this morning,” Buck said and gently pushed Eddie back onto the bed. Eddie laughed from where he was stretched out on his back before propping himself up to watch Buck head into the bathroom. “And for the record, Eds-” Buck said and pinned Eddie with one of his rare, serious looks. “I love you too.” Buck wasn’t going to let that little bit of information just slide by without acknowledging it. “Still using up the hot water though.” He closed the door with a laugh at Eddie’s groan as he dropped back onto the bed.

[evanbuckley-heartofgold]

Day 4: Accidental

Summary: Buck and Eddie’s first kiss in front of the team. 

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Eddie watches as Buck pulls on his t-shirt and laces up his shoes, “I’m so jealous, you get to go home and I’m stuck here for another two hours,” he remarks.

Buck smiles, “If it makes you feel any better Chris and I are going to have a great time. Some video games, maybe a movie, cooking dinner…”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Tell him goodnight from me if I’m not home in time?”

“Of course,” Buck swings his bag over his shoulder.

On instinct, Buck leans over and kisses Eddie. The second he pulls away, his eyes grow wide as he looks at his boyfriend.

“What the hell!” Chimney exclaims. Both men turn around to see Hen, Chim, and Bobby all watching them through the doorway as they cleaned up the trucks after the last call.

The ‘oh shit’ is clear in Buck’s eyes as well. “I, uh, I’ll see you later!” Buck exclaims before nearly running out of the station. Eddie groans. Great. Now he has to deal with telling the team. Eddie turns around to find Hen, Chim, and Bobby all looking at him with wide eyes.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just walks past them and upstairs. He hears them clamor to follow him, rounding the corner as Eddie sits down on the couch. They might as well be comfortable for this. Hen takes the spot next to Eddie while Chim perches on the arm of the couch and Bobby sits down on the coffee table across from him.

“So, um, Buck and I are together,” Eddie shoves his hands into his pockets.

Hen nods, “For how long?”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck, “Almost two months.”

Chimney’s eyes grow impossibly wider, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Eddie sighs, “I was scared,” he admits. “I was scared of how you guys would react.”

Bobby frowns at that and reaches out to touch Eddie’s knee, “We would never judge you for who you love, Eddie You know that right?.”

“Yeah, it’s just…” Eddie swallows, “I grew up in a very conservative community and I hid who I was for my entire life and I guess that I don’t really know how to stop hiding.”

“You don’t have to hide anymore,” Bobby says.

“We love you, Eds,” Hen seconds.  

Eddie gives them a small smile, “That’s what Buck told me you guys would say. Buck kept quiet for me and he told me that he would wait for me to be ready before we told anyone.”

“Does anyone else know?” Hen asks.

“Christopher,” Eddie nods, “my Abuela, and Maddie. I think Carla might have suspicions, but we didn’t tell her.”

“I’m happy for you guys,” Bobby tells him. “You two are right for each other.”

Eddie smiles, “That means a lot, Bobby, thank you.”

When Eddie arrives at home at the end of his shift he finds Buck and Chris on the couch, Chris nearly asleep against Buck’s chest. But the boy’s eyes fly open when he spots his dad walking in. Eddie breaks into a grin and scoops him up into his arms, “How was your day, mijo?”

“Great!” Christopher exclaims. “Buck made Abuela’s tamales for dinner!”

“I hope you saved some for me,” Eddie directs the question at Buck who is watching them with a fond smile.

“They’re in the oven for you, once you put superman here to bed.”

“You’re a godsend,” Eddie praises and then looks down at Chris. “I guess that means it’s time for your bed huh?”

“No!” Chris protests, “You just got home!”

Eddie smiles at his son, “And I’ll be home all day tomorrow. The sooner you get to bed, the sooner tomorrow comes.”

With that, Eddie leads Chris down the hall to his bedroom and after reading a few pages from their book, Chris is fast asleep. Eddie kisses the boy’s head and pulls the covers up to his chin, “Good night, mijo.”

When Eddie walks back into the living room, he finds Buck placing a steaming plate of tamales on the coffee table. Eddie can’t resist bringing Buck in for a kiss, “I love you so much.”

Buck scoffs as he leans back into the couch, “You just love my food.”

“True,” Eddie laughs.

The couple falls into silence for a moment while Eddie digs in before Buck asks, “What did they say?”

“That they love us and they’re happy for us?”

“What did Bobby think?” Buck asks nervously. “Is-Is he okay with it?”

Eddie smiles at him and squeezes Buck’s knee, “He’s fine with it. He said he’s very proud of us, but I could tell he really meant you. Why are you so worried about what he thinks?” Eddie asks.

Buck shrugs, “He’s the closest thing I’ve had to a real dad. I guess I just want to know that he supports me.”

“He does,” Eddie assures him.

[cherishingstydia]

In the heat of the moment // Interrupted

@buddiefirstkissweek

With Chris away at camp then tension between Buck and Eddie was higher than usual. They didn’t have Chris as a buffer and things kept escalating and they were almost getting to a place that would be hard to come back from.

“Still think you could take me Buckley.”

“I know I could Diaz.”

“Give me the time, and place and I’ll be there.” Eddie challenged.

“Now.” Buck demanded.

“You sure about that. You really think you could handle it.”

“I don’t think I could. I know I could.”

They were now standing chest to chest breathing heavily.

Buck grabbed Eddie, and kissed him finally doing what he’s longed for, for so long. It was only soft for about the first few seconds then it quickly transitioned to be more rough and desperate. Hands exploring each other’s bodies and quiet moans escaping them both.

Wanting to do something and getting to do something are two entirely different things. Buck has wanted to kiss Eddie for so long, but now actually getting to he can’t believe it isn’t one sided and that Eddie wants it too. A knock on the door caused them to pull apart.

Buck groaned.

“To be continued.” Eddie grinned leaving a soft kiss on Bucks lips.

[natural-singularity]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Today, he’s standing with Buck in the shade of a large oak tree. It’s a cool November morning, the California weather mild enough to gather outside in a large group, all dressed up in heavy formalwear. Today, he’s wearing a suit that complements Buck’s. The material is a little stiff, the shoes a little uncomfortable, but he doesn’t notice because damn, it’s worth it. “Eddie,” Buck begins, voice cracking and eyes already shining. Today, Eddie is marrying a total softie. (And he fucking loves it.)

For @buddiefirstkissweek Day 6: With an Audience !

[myemergence]

Warheads

A/N: Buddie First Kiss Week prompt: on a dare. Thanks you marciaelena for the beta. Check out all of my 9-1-1 fics here @buddiefirstkissweek

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"Do you remember what you asked me a couple of months ago?"

Buck looks across the table at Maddie, raises a brow at her question before bringing the beer to his lips and taking a long swig. Tonight was supposed to be poker night and Josh had bailed... to go on a date. He didn't know where Maddie was going with this, but he knew that Maddie wouldn't beat around the bush and she’d tell him.

"What did I ask you?"

"You asked me if I thought that you were lonely."

Buck shifts in his chair and lets out a low sigh. "Maddie, that was a while ago. I was just going through something."

"I know you were, Evan. You were watching Red die and imagining yourself in his shoes down the road... at the end of your life. Thinking that maybe you'll never find someone, that being a firefighter is all that you have and that somehow through all of it,  you'd get left behind," Maddie says as she takes a few sips of her water before she adds, "again."

Buck shoves the fork deeper in his takeout container, fishing out some lo mein. "I feel like you're trying to go somewhere with whatever this thing is that you're trying to say."

"When's the last time you went out on a date? The last time that you put yourself out there?"

He sighs as he sets down his fork. "There it is. What, because Josh is back in the dating game now, you're going to focus all of your attention on fixing me?" He knows that Maddie means well. She always does. But there's only one person that Buck wants to date, and he can't ruin their friendship over this. It's too much to risk, all because he wanted more than Eddie is willing to give.

"This doesn't have anything to do with Josh."

"Then what does it have to do with, Mads?" Maddie shifts in the chair across from Buck, resting her hands on the table as she looks at her brother. "Is this about the baby, and you're just worried that I'll really be alone now that you and Chim are going to be too busy to worry about your baby brother?"

"No," Maddie says sternly, her eyes softening as she moves her takeout container to the side. She reaches across the table and gently grasps Buck's hands in her own. "I told you that I'm never going to be too busy for you, that I won't leave you behind again, alright?" A quiet sigh slips past her lips as she glances down at their hands and then smiles up at him, sadly. "It's just-- you could have so much more if you would just stop being afraid of the what-if's."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He does know what she's talking about. Buck knows exactly what she's talking about and he clenches his jaw slightly, not liking the direction that poker night is going in. They've had these conversations before, about Buck and Eddie.  They've just not had them since Red died and the prospect of Buck dying a lonely, old man had crept into the back of his mind and burrowed in there to stay.

"Yes, you do," she urges, running a hand over her slightly rounded belly. "We're talking about Eddie."

"No, we're not," Buck says with finality. "Not in that way, we're not. We've had this conversation."

"You're right," Maddie agrees. "We have. But at the time I thought that you would move on, that you'd start dating again. You haven't. You've not tried once since Ali. I get that your last couple relationships were hard for you, that they hurt you. But you can't just stop trying."

Buck watches Maddie with intent as she runs her hand over her stomach. He lets silence wash over them for a minute as he finishes his beer and takes the bottle to the sink. He leans back against the counter, looking at his sister. "This isn't about me not trying anymore. It's about me not ruining things with my best friend over some stupid crush that I had."

"You say 'had' like you no longer have some stupid crush on him." Maddie tilts her head to the side slightly as she looks at him. "But it's more than a stupid crush, isn't it, Evan?"

Buck sighs heavily and turns around, starting to tidy the countertop. He needs to distract himself with something other than thoughts of Eddie that are way more friendly than he'd like to be with Buck. "I'm done talking about this."

He hears Maddie moving around at the table. "I hoped it wasn't going to come to this," she sighs. He doesn't want to turn around and talk to Maddie about this right now, but her words have him wondering what she's even talking about at this point. He opens his mouth to speak but is stopped as she drops a large bag of Warhead sour candies onto the table loudly. "50 warheads."

" Mads."

"50 warheads," she repeats, not letting her gaze leave her brother's face. "You know the rules."

"We're not kids anymore. You can't just—"

"No questions asked, Ev." Maddie crosses her arms over her chest, reminding him. "You have to tell Eddie how you feel. If you regret it, I'll eat 50 warheads."

"You're with child . I am not going to make you eat 50 warheads, which makes this entire agreement null and void." Leave it to Maddie to try to use the agreement they had with each other when Buck was a kid now, at twenty-eight. When he thinks about all of the things they'd dared each other to do on their '50 warhead dares' he can't think of a single one that he regretted. Maddie never had to eat the warheads. Buck on the other hand had paid dearly one time . When he dared Maddie to ask a boy out that she had been crushing on for months, Jimmy Lashley, and he had flat out turned her down. 50 warheads were actually pretty close to being painful.

"Chim will do it," Maddie says with certainty. "If you regret telling Eddie that you have feelings for him... Chim will eat 50 warheads."

"You can't be serious about this dare." Buck's aware that there is a whine in his voice as he says it. He's always followed through with the dare, never backed down, and Maddie knows that.

"I'm serious."

Unbelievable.

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Buck's still in denial over the fact that Maddie dared him to come clean to Eddie about his feelings. Honestly, what adults in their right mind do that? Only the Buckleys, that's who. He's run through every possible scenario in his mind: every possible setting for his confession, every possible reaction that Eddie could have. He's sure that it can only end in one way: rejection and awkwardness.

Christopher is with his abuela and Pepa tonight, and he only has twenty-four hours to do this. Buck figures that he should just suck it up and get it over with. He considered not going through with it at all, but he knows the end result is going to be Chim eating 50 warheads and he can't help but find a little bit of pleasure in that.

He texts Eddie and asks if he's going to be home or if he has plans tonight. Buck can almost hear Eddie laugh when he texts him back saying that his calendar is clear. Buck stops for burgers and fries on the way and once he arrives,  he steps into the Diaz household holding the brown paper bag up. "I hope you're hungry."

Eddie chuckles as he pulls two plates down from the cupboard for them. "When am I not?" They take their plates into the living room and balance them on their laps as they eat. Buck is quieter than usual, not really knowing how to bring it up. He regrets his decision to go through with this more and more with each passing moment. Eddie must notice his apprehension, or maybe it's just that Buck is unusually quiet, but Buck startles when he feels a steady hand on his shoulder. "Didn't mean to scare you. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Buck answers automatically, "everything is fine." Except everything isn't fine. It isn't fine to have his mind racing with images of rejection, picturing Eddie's face twisted in disgust because he doesn't want that with Buck.  It isn't fine to dream about the feel of Eddie's lips firm and needy against his even though he knows deep down it's never going to happen. It isn't fine to picture what it would be like to really be a Diaz, to take Eddie's last name, and be a constant presence for Christopher. Buck cringes at that, thinking that he's not only crossed the line but sprinted beyond the boundaries of acceptable thoughts to have about your best friend.

"It doesn't seem like everything's fine." Eddie sounds concerned and that only makes Buck's heart pinch more.

Buck lets out a slow breath and fidgets with the french fries on his plate.  He looks up to a pair of concerned hazel eyes that he's almost sure can see right down into his soul.  Buck clears his throat and forces himself to hold Eddie's gaze. "So there's, uh, there's something that I needed to talk to you about."

"Okay," Eddie says slowly, and his voice is dripping with apprehension. "What's going on?"

Buck swallows and leans forward, setting his plate down on the floor. His elbows rest atop his knees and he runs a hand over the top of his head anxiously. Finally, he turns his head to look at Eddie. "So, this is kind of awkward, but... I'm just gonna say it and get it out there and over with." His words come out in a jumble, stacked on top of each other and nearly impossible to break apart, "Ilikeyou."

Eddie frowns. "I didn't quite catch that. Can you... slow down this time?"

Buck huffs out a breath. "I said I like you," he says, glancing down to where his hands are twisting in his lap. "I mean, obviously I like you, you're my best friend. What I meant is... I like-you like you, y'know?"

"You.... like-me, like me?" Eddie repeats carefully, and the way that his eyebrows knit together and he looks at Buck with an odd expression on his face makes Buck question whether he gets it.

"I get that you don't like me in that way, Eddie, that you look at me as a friend and that's it. And that's fine, really it is. I just-- I needed to get it off my chest and now that it's said we can just sweep it under the rug and pretend that it never happened. I'm gonna kill Maddie." Buck's gaze slips to the floor and his heart is pounding in his chest.

"What does Maddie have to do with any of this?"

"It's a long story," Buck tells Eddie after a pause. Now that he's said the words aloud there is a sense of dread looming over him, and he thinks that if he could he'd take it all back. Warheads. All of this unnecessary turmoil because of candy. "Please, let's just forget I said anything." Buck leans down and grabs the plate from the floor before he walks towards the kitchen. Suddenly he feels a vice gripping too tightly around his chest, and he has to remind himself to breathe. He feels like he's going to suffocate on regret, the emotion threatening to swallow him whole because he just fucking ruined everything.

"Buck, wait!" Eddie calls after him, and he hears Eddie's footsteps follow him into the kitchen.

"Please, I-I know I'm the idiot that came over here tonight. I'm the one that said I needed to talk to you and I throw you this curveball. I'm gonna go, and-and give you some space. I'm gonna... go." Buck stumbles over the words and he hates the way that his voice is shaking right now. He hates the way that he sounds so unsteady and unsure. He can't even look at Eddie and he moves to walk towards the door.

He feels a firm grip on his bicep; his pained blue eyes look up at Eddie, drowning in regret.

"Buck, stop."

"Eddie, please. I-I know I probably made you uncomfortable and this is super weird."

"That's what you think is happening? That I'm uncomfortable?" Eddie's grip tightens slightly on Buck's arm so that he won't slip away out of reach. His other hand moves to Buck's hip, and Buck's heart is racing with the realization that Eddie isn't pushing him away. He doesn't look disgusted or upset with his admission. There's a darkness in his eyes that Buck barely registers before Eddie is drawing Buck forward. "You're an idiot," he mutters, and Eddie is all but pressed up against the front of him, lips closing over Buck's. Eddie shifts the hand that was anchoring Buck in place at his bicep and slides it up to his chest,  dragging his fingers over the t-shirt.

Buck kisses him back, soft and slow. He tries to memorize the feel of Eddie's lips against his, the soft drag of his fingers before they curled against his chest, the taste of him. He draws back just enough to hold Eddie's gaze, a fond smile playing across his lips. "I'm an idiot," Buck echoes, his chuckle low as Eddie smiles in return.

"My idiot," Eddie says, and Buck only hums in agreement.

[stydiaeverafter]

Ch. 4: Pancakes?

Day 4: Accidental

For the @buddiefirstkissweek event

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*Mature content at the beginning*

Summary: Buck spends the night at the Diaz house. All is well until Buck gets caught up in the moment.

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Buck didn’t know how he would exactly feel after sleeping next to Eddie all night. But as he woke up, arms around his sleeping lover, he realized nothing could or would ever compare to this.

He felt amazing.

They hadn’t had sex, even though they both had wanted it badly. But after the miscommunication and their fight, they decided to talk about things going forward instead. They had laughed as they caressed each other; holding hands as they looked into each other’s eyes. He was impressed by how romantic they could be.

The last time he hadn’t just jumped into the sack immediately, was when he had been with Abby. Even though they were over now, and she was happy and he was happy, he was thankful that she helped him grow.

However, he couldn’t quite say he made it to saint status. He had been in bed with Eddie Diaz after all, only a fool would just sit there. The guy was hotter than all the fires they put out daily. So as they sat there talking, one thing led to another, and they had started kissing again. It started out as making out, and Buck knew he couldn’t get his fill of Eddie.

The rubbing up and down on one another creating that delicious friction once more as Eddie’s sweatpants rubbed against boxer briefs. It was enough to make your eyes roll back in your head, which they did for Buck, several times. The straddling and thrusting was all a preview of what was to come in the near future.

Buck bit his lip as he recalled Eddie caressing him through his boxers, knowing just exactly how to handle him. And then he had touched him, skin-on-skin. It was the greatest feeling, especially knowing who’s hand was on him. Eddie had been a pro as he had moved his hand up and down, kissing Buck’s lips hungrily as Bucked moaned in his mouth, arching his back in response.

The burn made his skin go on fire, and the release had come like a bolt of lightning flashing through the night’s sky, which was perfect with the storm brewing outside during the night. The perfect storm.

The booming of the thunder had muffled out his cry of release, as he all but yelled Eddie’s name. And even though he wanted to move down into the sheets to repay the favor, Eddie said there would be plenty of time for everything. Which Buck was actually grateful for. He had been so tired being at odds with Eddie for days, and the release the guy just gave him, absorbed any energy that might have been left.

So after the best make-out of his life, Eddie had pulled him in his arms, kissing his cheek as Buck smiled and closed his eyes.

Perfection.

As the sun rose, and Buck had woken up earlier than he would’ve liked, he was blessed with watching the light touch Eddie’s face in the most beautiful way. His features were breathtaking. But it was his heart that made him love him as well, not just a pretty face.

Buck was so in love with Eddie.

Staying there and staring just made him want to wake the guy up so they could get their morning workout in, but the guy seemed as tired as he had felt the night before. He didn’t want to wake Eddie, but he wanted to surprise him and Christopher with breakfast.

The house was still fairly quiet and he softly patted down the hallway with his bare feet.

Buck entered the kitchen and got to work. He knew the Diaz house like the back of his hand, so making breakfast for his boys, would be no problem at all.

He whipped up the pancake batter, set the table, and that’s when he heard his favorite voice behind him.

“Buck!”

Buck turned around to see a smiling Christopher in his pajamas.

“Hey, Buddy!” Buck went over and scooped him in his arms giving him a big hug. It had been a while since he had seen him. This little boy had another piece of his heart. His sweet nature and kind heart was something that truly touched you when you were around him. Plus, after the tsunami, the two of them had a history. They were just...there for one another.

He set Chris down and ruffled his hair slightly. “I didn’t know you were coming over!”

Buck laughed in the inside as he thought about Eddie; wondering when the two of them were going to tell young Christopher that they had started a relationship. “Yeah, that storm was freaking me out, so I thought I should go be with the Diaz boys. You know, help me be brave and all.”

Chris shook his head, knowing Buck’s sense of humor all too well by now and sat down at the kitchen table. “It smells really good.”

“It should! I’m making your favorite.”

“Yay!” Chris cheered as he clapped his hands. “Your pancakes are the best.”

“It’s a secret recipe, goes back generations.”

“Really?” Chris asked as he adjusted his glasses.

Buck smiled, “Nah, but it’s made with love.”

While Buck cooked, the two of them talked. His little buddy was leaving for camp any day now, and the thought made Buck sad. But he knew Chris was going to have a wonderful time. It didn’t stop him from being overprotective though. It made him smirk realizing that Eddie had been right. When you care about someone, truly care, you can’t help but feel protective.

Chris talked all about the activities he was going to try, and once again, Buck couldn’t help but feel proud of the little guy. Christopher was an inspiration.

“I think that’s all the activities there are,” Chris said, as he drank his orange juice.

“Nope, you forgot that you’ll be calling and writing your dear old dad a few letters each day,” Eddie’s voice said as he walked into the kitchen.

Buck turned around and smiled. Eddie looked adorable in the morning, with his ruffled up hair and tired eyes. The only unfortunate part was that he now had a shirt on over that beautifully toned chest of his.

“Give the kid a break, Eddie,” Buck smirked. “He might just not have time for that. Plus, he’ll be writing to me first. I am his Buck after all.”

“You wish.” Eddie walked over to look at what Buck was making, “Looks good, Buck.”

“Not as good as you,” Buck replied as he leaned in to kiss Eddie’s lips softly as a good morning. He could really get used to this routine.

However, Eddie instantly froze against his lips not returning the kiss, and Buck wondered why.

Then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks as they had to the criminals on Home Alone.

Oh no.

Christopher.

He had forgotten completely.

Buck pulled away slightly to see a shocked expression on Eddie’s face. Slowly he turned to Christopher who was just staring at the two of them.

“Are you two boyfriends?” Christopher asked with curiosity.

Shit.

This had been an accident. Buck hadn’t been thinking. He never wanted to force Eddie to have this conversation with his son before he was ready too.

He mouthed I’m so sorry to Eddie, feeling horrible. Buck had just been so happy; the moment had escaped him.

But Eddie surprised him and grabbed his hand turning towards Christopher, “Yea son, we are. Is that okay with you?”

Christopher smiled with a toothy grin and shrugged, “I already thought you were.” Then the little boy’s face lit up “Does that mean Buck gets to come over even more now?”

Eddie laughed and nodded as Buck exhaled in relief, “You bet, kid.”

Their fingers still laced together, and Eddie brought Buck’s hand to his lips and kissed it softly. It was the reassurance and acceptance he needed at that moment.

This was his family. This was home.

Buck smiled, his heart filled with so much love as he finally said, “Pancakes?”

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Fic: Blue Against Blue (3/18)

Eddie gets an opportunity he's wanted for a long time, to attend the advanced firefighting training course on behalf of the 118. He's fought for this, just like he's been fighting for the sake of his son Chris to keep his marriage to Shannon afloat. A fellow firefighter at the course turns out to be everything he couldn't have expected.

Chapter three is up and belongs to @buddiefirstkissweek​, for free choice day. 

The ever lovely @toughpaperround encouraged me to try and create something visual for this fic, so I finally caved and tried to make a moodboard. Some of the images have already been featured in the first three chapters, others are mentioned later in the story. 

This chapter is dedicated to the sweet @depthandcharacter who identified an Easter egg in the last one, in how Buck introduces himself to Eddie. He does so by saying, “Buck, actually,” a nod to the title of 911′s episode 208, where Buck met the surviving partner of the elderly gay couple.

If you’ve been following or supporting this fic, thank you so much! This chapter is then also dedicated to you!

(AO3 link in the reblog)