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time for some more probie fix cause jesus christ i need to work on this. posting two snippets cause it’s wholly possible ive posted the first one before
“Buck,” Eddie says carefully, walking into the lockers and placing himself between Buck and the door, effectively blocking Buck’s exit.
“Leave me alone, Diaz.” His words come out harsher than he intended, more snarl than anything else. Guilt flashes through him, but he dutifully ignores it.
“Buck,” Eddie says again, planting a hand on Buck's chest as he tries to storm past. Eddie’s not as big as Buck, but his touch still halts Buck as if he were carved from solid stone. His gaze penetrates Buck, boring into him, searing through him. Suddenly it’s very, very hard to breathe. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Buck insists gruffly, trying to push past. He can’t do this- not now, not with Eddie. Eddie’s hand fists in Buck’s shirt, holding fast, and he shifts so he’s half in front of Buck. Buck looks up, doing his damndest to avoid Eddie’s gaze. Eddie jerks his shirt.
“Hey.” Eddie, without thinking, slides a hand around Buck’s jaw, cradling the back of his head and tugging until Buck’s gaze meets his. His face is flushed, from the adrenaline or Eddie, he’s not sure. Eddie’s eyes are dark and as Buck watches his Adam’s apple bobs. Eddie’s touch sends sparks through Buck, electricity thrumming under his skin. “Talk to me, Buck.”
Eddie probably should have said no. He should have thought to himself Okay, I dipped my toe in. That’s enough for tonight, and then turned around and spent the night jerking off in the shower and watching a stupid show.
“Yeah,” he breathed instead, letting Buck take his hand and pull him out of his seat, their mostly-empty drinks left behind. Buck tugged at his hand until they were on the dance floor, bodies writhing around them, jostling them closer until Eddie could feel Buck everywhere. They were pressed together from thigh to hip to chest, Buck’s arms thrown over Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie’s hands instinctively gripping Buck’s waist. Which was- for the record- solid muscle, pure strength thrumming under Eddie’s touch. It had him shivering.
“Relax,” Buck had insisted, pressing himself closer, the words ghosting across Eddie’s skin. “It’s more fun if you just go with the beat and don’t think about it.”
“Yeah,” Eddie murmured, breathless from the exhilaration, “I’ll give that a shot.”
Apparently, he didn’t do a great job, because Buck’s hands dropped down to his waist, fingers gripping his hips, and began to guide him. And- this seemed less like actual dancing and more like a teasing grind. Not that Eddie was complaining, exactly.
He certainly didn’t complain when Buck leaned in, breathless, and whispered, “Hey Eddie?”
Eddie’s response of, “Yeah?” came out choked.
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