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Kiss You on the Dance Floor -

A Buddie fic inspired by the song “A secret love song” by Little Mix

(Buck’s Suit) (Eddie’s Suit)

Bobby and Athena were having an anniversary party, and Eddie wanted Buck to be his date.

He wasn’t going to ask him directly, of course, but he hoped Buck would figure it out when he asked him to teach him how to slow dance.

Eddie was completely useless when it came to slow dancing.

“I’m Mexican”, he’d say “we do not slow dance. We Salsa!”

“Eddie, this is not a ‘Salsa’ kind of event. You need to learn how to slow dance.” Buck stated as they were climbing up the stairs to the firehouse loft one day.

Eddie turned around and looked at Buck in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Then teach me. If you know how to ‘slow dance so well’, teach me.”

The whole loft went dead silent. Even Bobby stopped cutting up the fruit to see what was going on.

“Okay, I will.” Buck says, poking Eddie’s chest. “Chris has his sleepover, so he won’t make fun of us.”

“My porch has plenty of room.”

“That it does, it’s perfect.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“It’s settled. A date.” Buck smiled back at an extremely nervous Eddie.

Ravi leaned into Hen and Chim’s space.

“Did they finally, you know?”

“They did not, my friend. They did not.” Chim answered.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Hen sighed.

“How?”

“We don’t know.” They replied at the same time, shaking their heads.

“We don’t know.”

Eddie couldn’t figure out what the hell he was supposed to wear to learn how to dance. He didn’t want to seem too dressed up, but didn’t want to look completely unkept.

He settled on dark jeans and a loose button up. He was pacing, worrying that he was overdressed when Buck walked in.

‘Holy shit,’ Eddie thought.

‘Holy shit.’

Buck was wearing his light pink button up with light colored jeans.

Eddie had seen him wear this a hundred times, but this time felt different. So very different.

“Hey, Eds,” Buck beamed up at Eddie.

“So, I brought a small speaker so we can hear the songs clearly and pizza and a salad for later.”

“Yeah, uh- that’s great. Thank you.”

Buck turned back around and gave Eddie a concerned look.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he laughed, “you’re going to do great.” He said, taking Eddie’s hands in his own.

“Yeah. I hope so. Can’t embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

“You won’t. I’ve got you.” Buck said, squeezing Eddie’s hands a bit.

“Come on,” he said, dragging him out of the house. “Let’s do this.”

Eddie was better at this than he thought he’d be. He only stepped on Buck’s feet a few times. It could be worse.

And as if on cue, Buck took his right hand out of Eddie’s and lifted his chin with it.

“Hey, stop looking so worried. You’re doing amazing.”

“Yeah.?” Eddie asked, staring up at those damn blue eyes.

“Yes,” Buck says, moving his hand back.

“Truly, you’re doing amazing. You also look pretty good doing so, if I might add.”

“Eh, I’m not sure about that. I just grabbed this out of my closet. You, however, look amazing.”

“If you say so. Are you hungry yet?”

“A bit. I’m assuming you are?”

“Very much so.”

“Let’s go in. Even if I’d rather do this all night.”, Eddie joked.

“We could, if you’d like. I was going to make you watch Brokeback Mountain again, though.”

“Oh, absolutely not. Never again. I can’t believe you made me watch that.”

“That so? Thought you liked it, cowboy.”

“Shut up.”

“Mhm.” Buck said, blushing.

If all of that wasn’t enough to get Buck to realize he wanted him to be his date, maybe this will.

They’re back at work the next day, sitting across from each other at the table.

“Hey, Bobby,” Eddie looks up.

“Yes?”

“What’s the dress code? For the party?”

“I think Athena wants people to wear dresses and suits, but as long as it looks nice, it’s fine.”

“Color scheme?”

“Spring, I think. Like pastels and such.”

“Thanks, Cap.”

Eddie pauses before looking at the man across from him.

“Buck?”

“Eds.”

“Do you have anything that would work for that?”

“No, you?”

“No..we should go get something to wear together.”

“Yes!,” Buck says excitedly, “We totally should. We’ll take Chris after school to that suit shop and get something.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“We should match.”

“We could.”

“Good. It’ll be cute.” The smiling man said.

Oh come on.

He’s got to know.

Maybe Eddie’s being the

dumb one now.

“Buck!” Christopher yelled as he climbed into the truck,

with Eddie’s help.

“Chris!”

“We thought we’d go get something new for Bobby and Anthena’s party, mijo. That sound good?”

“Sounds great!” Chris smiled, buckling his seatbelt.

After about a thirty minute ride, they arrived at the shop.

Buck helped Chris down and shut the door.

“So, Superman, what color do you think you’d want?”

“Maybe green?” He said walking into the shop.

“That would look amazing. How ‘bout you, Eds?”

“Not sure, you?”

“Probably a light blue. I think it’d look good.”

“Me too.” Eddie agreed, smiling fondly at the man walking next to him.

“Can I help you?” The clerk asked.

“We’re looking for pastel suits. I think this guy” Buck says, putting his hands on Chrises shoulders, “wants green.”

“We can do that. And you two?” She said, looking up at Eddie.

“I’m not sure, he’s the clothing guy.”

She laughed and looked over at Buck.

“I’d want blue. I think Eddie would look amazing in pink, if I can talk him into it.”

“Pink?”

“Yes, Eds, pink.”

“We can do that too, just this way.”

Buck settled on this gorgeous light blue suit that Eddie thinks he’ll hold in his memory forever.

Buck said he planned on wearing it open with a somewhat unbuttoned white shirt.

He thinks if he sees him in that, he’ll simply pass away.

Buck did talk Eddie into a pink suit, but only because of the way he smiled while Eddie was wearing it.

God, why does he have to be so cute?

Chris got a simple green suit, but it looks good on him.

“Okay, so, we’ll go and drop these off at home and then get burgers?” Buck suggests.

‘Home’. Eddie loves it when Buck calls his house home.

“Sounds good, Buck.” Eddie says, while pulling his card out.

“Just the two, or all three, sir?” The clerk asks him.

“All three, please.”

“Eddie, come on.” Buck says, smacking his arm.

“All three.” Eddie says, turning to look at Buck.

“Fine. But I’m getting dinner.”

“Hear that, Chris? Order whatever you want at dinner. Buck’s paying.”

“Yes!”

“You’re screwed now, cowboy. He’s going to order the whole menu.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure he will.”

The clerk smiled when Eddie called Buck ‘cowboy’.

He didn’t think about how embarrassing that was, but the blush on Buck’s face makes it all worth it.

They leave with three suits and one tie.

A light blue one, to match Buck’s suit, for Eddie to wear.

They climb into the truck and head off to Eddie’s.

The dinner bill adding up to sixty-eight dollars, before Buck’s twenty dollar tip.

“So,” Buck starts, leaving Chris's room, “I’m staying here for the night?”

He moves his hands to his pockets, looking up at Eddie.

“Yeah, if you want. You know you don’t have to ask that.”

“I mean, it might be better if I get ready at the stupid loft. So I can surprise you when I get there.”

“I guess you could.”

“Yeah, that might be a better idea, actually. So you’ll have the room to get dressed, and so will I.”

“Okay, yeah. It’s whatever you think is best.” Eddie says, following Buck to the door.

“I’ll miss being at home for the night.”

Buck states, stopping at the now open door.

“I’ll miss having you here too. But I think you’re right. You like your space to get dressed into fancy clothes.”

“Yeah, I do.” Buck says looking into Eddie’s a bit longer than he should’ve.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” Buck speaks up.

“Yeah, you too.”

They bring each other into a tight hug and Eddie smiles at the smell of Buck’s strawberry shampoo.

Buck pulls himself in closer before finally letting go.

“Bye, cowboy.” Buck laughs, turning to go to his Jeep.

“Bye, Buckaroo.” Eddie replies.

He watches Buck pull out of the driveway before turning around to enter his home.

He locks the door with a click, and goes into his bathroom to shower.

Eddie wakes at seven am, on a Saturday, even though the party isn’t until six.

He’d like to say it was because he got a good nights rest, but in reality, he got up because he was tired of staring at his ceiling.

He couldn’t sleep. All night.

All he could think of was Buck in that suit, and trying to figure out how to hide the expression on his face when he’ll see him.

He was also trying to figure out if Buck realized it was a date.

He still didn’t know for sure.

A few minutes later his phone dings and it’s a text from Buck.

‘Cowboy<3’: hey, you up?

‘Eds<3’: yes, why?

‘Cowboy<3’: just wanted to ask you

something

‘Eds<3’: ok, what’s that?

‘Cowboy<3’: •••

‘Eds<3’: Buck?

‘Cowboy<3’: is this a date?

‘Eds<3’: only if you want it to. if not, then

it doesn’t have to be.

‘Cowboy<3’: i want it to be a date

‘Eds<3’: then it is, I should’ve asked you

directly.

‘Cowboy<3’: you basically did, and so

did I, I might add. But I was

just making sure I wasn’t

reading anything wrong.

‘Eds<3’: you didn’t

‘Cowboy<3’: good, see you later:)

‘Eds<3’: see you later:))

Eddie and Chris get there before Buck does.

He knows this because he would know if Buck was in the room.

He’d feel it.

“Wow, Eddie, you look great. And you too, Chris. Buck isn’t here yet.” May says, walking up to them.

“Uh, thanks. You too. And tell me if you see him before I do?”

“Will do.” She says, turning to leave.

“Damnnn, Eddie. Look at you!” Hen says walking over, with Karen and Denny close behind.

“Yeah, you too.” He replies. But all is lost the second Buck walks in through the doors.

He has the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing off his collarbones.

He looks like a Greek god, with his blue suit and bright eyes shining against the cream colored walls of the venue.

He walks over to Bobby, first, handing him a small gift.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off of him as he greets his other friends.

He knows Hen and Chris are talking but can’t hear a word of what they’re saying. Chris shakes his arm and he’s pulled somewhat out of his trance.

“Oh good, he’s still breathing.”

“That is good, Chris. For a minute I thought we lost him.”

Eddie gives them a weak smile as Buck makes his way over to them.

“God, Buck.” Eddie says when he’s close enough to hear.

“I guess that answers my question of ‘how do I look?’”

“It does,” Hen says smiling. “I think you gave him a mini heart attack when you walked in.”

“That was the point.” Buck says, smiling towards Eddie.

“Yeah, it worked.” Eddie breathed out.

Hen took Chris’ hand and they walked over to a table to sit down, and to give Buck and Eddie some privacy.

“You look really, really, really good, Evan. I do think I had a ‘mini heart attack’.”

“Sorry?,” he says, taking Eddie’s hand. “Let’s dance, show off your new skills.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do my best.”

The first song is a fairly simple one. No real slow dancing required, which was nice.

A few dances later and they're smiling like idiots at each other, Buck’s hands on Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie’s hands on Buck’s waist.

Then the music slows down, definitely not by Bobby’s request.

The song Secret Love Song by Little Mix is playing.

Eddie loves this song and knows all of the lyrics to it.

He moves one of his hands to Buck’s shoulder and lifts the other one to meet him halfway.

He blushes when Buck moves his hand down to his waist and wraps his figures around Eddie’s hand.

He whispers a “this is what we practiced for” in his ear, and he swears, a chill rushes over his whole body.

He’s aware that the whole room is ‘not’ looking at them, but he doesn’t really care.

When it gets to the chorus of the song, Eddie shifts slightly so Buck’s head can rest on his shoulder.

Buck ends up wrapping his arm around Eddie’s back while Eddie’s free hand finds Buck’s hair.

Eddie begins to hum the song, and then, quietly, starts singing the lyrics to Buck.

“Why can’t you hold me in the street, why can’t you kiss me on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that, why can't we be like that?

‘Cause I’m yoursss.”

The song ends and they separate a bit, still holding each other.

“I am yours.” Buck says, looking up at Eddie.

“And I’m yours.”

The lights are still low and the next song starts, everyone around them begins dancing again. But they remain looking at each other.

Eddie places his hands on the sides of Buck’s face and brings him close to his own face.

He softly brings his lips to Buck’s and they melt into each other immediately.

They stay like that for a few seconds, before breaking the kiss.

“It is ‘like that’ now, Eddie. You kissed me on the dance floor.” Buck says, with a smirk.

“I did.”

“Do it again?”

“Always.” He says, giving Buck another small kiss.

“I love you, Evan.”

“I love you too…cowboy.”