Nov 19, 2024
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“What kind of toy was it?” Buck says, before he can stop himself. He doesn't want to push Eddie too far with this, but he simply must know.
Eddie bites his lip. “A strap-on.”
Buck, as he so often does when he imagines Eddie having sex, blacks out for a second.
He's not really sure what his reaction is, in the sense that he doesn't know what his face does, and he doesn't know what his feelings are. He feels a little like a TV tuned to a nonexistent channel— just fuzz and white noise.
Or: Buck and Eddie have a conversation about sex. Everything kind of spirals from there.
