awakening at your hand
rated E, buddie, 4.6K
Buck nods along with his explanation, bobbing his head nervously. "Yeah, no, makes total sense. I'm really sorry, Eddie. Really."
"Get me a pair of boxers—and maybe a rag, I'm a mess—and we'll be square. It's okay."
Buck stands immediately to get the requested items, but he turns from the dresser with Eddie's underwear in his hand and says earnestly, "It's not okay, I basically molested you."
"Don't say molest, because that's not what happened." Eddie shrugs and catches the boxers. "I chose to sleep in the nude, you chose to climb in bed with me like we've done before; both perfectly fine and innocent choices, and anything after that… well, we were asleep. I'm a guy too, Buck, I get it. Wet dreams, morning wood; again, perfectly natural."
"You were awake," Buck states, fishing for more information.
"I woke up right when I, uh," Eddie makes an obvious head tilt, and hopes Buck gets it, "and not even ten seconds later you, um, went off too, then I said your name, like immediately. I just wake up faster."
"Yeah," Buck agrees, because they have woken up together enough to know how Eddie's usually immediately fully conscious, and that Buck stays groggy longer.
"No harm, no foul," Eddie concludes. "Now, where's that rag, man?" He snaps his fingers twice in a jovial demand to hurry up.
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