“you've made it your mission to always kiss me good morning, good night, goodbye and hello, and whenever you miss to do just that, even though i tell you you're being ridiculous, you feel bad about it, and always have to make up for it”
“Eddie!”
Eddie knew what was coming, before Buck even said it. He’d been scheduled on to start earlier than Buck that morning, covering off a couple of hours toward the end of Callaghan’s shift – Eddie had owed him, when Callaghan had covered half of Eddie’s shift a few weeks back so he could go to Christopher’s parent-teacher meeting. Eddie hadn’t bothered to wake Buck up, before he left – it was four in the morning, for crying out loud, he wasn’t going to wake Buck up at that hour, not when he knew how unlikely it was for Buck to go back to sleep once he’d been woken up.
So, instead, Eddie had crept out of their shared bedroom, getting dressed in the living room, so as not to take any chances of waking Buck up, even forgoing his usual pre-work hit of caffeine, their coffee machine too loud to get going in the middle of the night. He’d gotten one from the McDonalds on his drive to work, but the bitter coffee was nowhere near as good as the fancy beans that Buck always insisted they buy.
Still, Eddie had survived worse than crappy coffee.
“Morning, Buck,” he greeted, watching as his husband strode across the loft, looking altogether very purposeful – and beautiful, frankly. Eddie felt like it was a bit unfair, actually, how good Buck always looked. No one should be able to rock the cheap polyester of their uniform trousers the way his husband did (and listen – they were married, Eddie knew his secrets, and he knew that more than a few of his work pants had been tailored to fit correctly but keeping your partner’s secrets was part of the marriage contract.)
“Did you forget something this morning?” Buck accused, looking so serious that Eddie couldn’t stifle his laughter. “I’m serious, Eddie!”
Eddie schooled his expression into a serious one, trying to hold it together as he looked at Buck. “Buck, baby,” he began. “It was four am.”
Buck slumped into the chair next to him. “And?”
“I wasn’t about to wake you up in the middle of the night to kiss you goodbye,” he pointed out, glad the loft was empty, for now, because Chimney would never, ever let them live this conversation down – and Chim already knew too much about them. Eddie wasn’t keen to add fuel to the fire.
Buck looked absolutely incredulous. “Eddie,” he said, almost scolding, in his tone. “We agreed – you have to!”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You agreed that,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he remembered the last time he’d been scheduled on later than Buck. It had been a little closer to six am, at least, but Buck had smothered his face in grinning, sloppy kisses before he’d left for work, sending Eddie right back to sleep with a smile on his face.
“We agreed it.”
“No, you made a unilateral decision, Buck,” Eddie corrected – because it was the truth. This was an ongoing argument for them (and listen – if this was the worst kind of argument they’d be having, Eddie could live with it) and even now, three years, two wedding rings and a mortgage later, Buck insisted on kissing Eddie hello, goodbye, good morning, goodnight, and everything else in between.
(“I’ve waited so long to kiss you,” Buck admitted, cupping Eddie’s face in his hands as he pressed another long, lingering kiss to Eddie’s mouth, definitely late for his lunch with Maddie now. “I don’t want to miss a single opportunity to kiss you, Eddie Diaz.”
And maybe a better man would have argued, but Eddie wasn’t a better man – and so for years, he’d let himself be kissed at every opportunity.)
It was cute. Really, it was cute. It was ridiculous, absolutely, but it was also cute. At times, both of them felt as though they’d wasted years dancing around their feelings for each other, when they could have been together, and happy, but there was no point in living in the past – not when Eddie’s future was bright, and golden, and filled with Evan Buckley-Diaz.
“Buck,” Eddie tried to sound stern. “I’m not waking you up in the middle of the night to kiss you goodbye.”
Buck – despite being a thirty-two-year-old, grown-ass man – honest to goodness pouted. “But I woke up alone and didn’t get a good morning kiss,” he grumbled. “Or a goodbye one.”
Eddie sighed, the sound very opposite to the fondness that was blooming in his chest as he nudged Buck’s knees apart, shuffling his chair closer. “I’m sorry,” he said, sincere, tugging on Buck’s chin. “Let me make it up to you.”
The pout was still fixed in place, but it was teetering on the edge of becoming a smile as Buck gave an exaggerated shrug.
Pressing his lips softly to Bucks, Eddie spoke softly. “Goodnight,” he said, kissing Buck again. “Good morning,” he continued, and kissed Buck a third time, for good measure.
“What was the third one for?” Buck asked, his smile wide, and genuine.
Eddie beamed. “Just because I love you.”
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