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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Torment Felt So Nice

Kinktober Day 16: Mysophilia (underwear fetish)

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x fem!reader, officer Bill x fem!reader

Words: ~1.7k

Summary: Bobby’s starting to get fed up.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (humping, both dry and wet, choking, slapping, rough sex, mentions of cum eating and male masturbation, degradation), domestic violence, cheating kind of, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This arc is so fucking nasty but I am all here for it. Poor Bill 😂

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“Oh god, Suzy.” Bill buried his face in your chest as he kept writhing underneath you, his frantic breaths warming your skin as you kept moving over him. “Ungh, you feel so good, honey.”

“Bill, don’t stop.” You were trying hard not to roll your eyes at the man, at least you were getting some kind of action tonight, usually he just wanted to snuggle and make out.

He groaned into your chest when he felt your pussy slide over his tip, the lace of your panties soaked through with slick and precum as you continued grinding over his cock nice and slow as he wound his arms around your waist. You were so close, even with the stupid soft shit, at least this dumbass could make you come. Bill purred when you ran your fingers through his hair, keeping him close as he mouthed sloppily at your chest and you drove yourself over his lap desperately.

“Baby, oh fuck, ‘m gonna come.” He peeked up at you from where his face was resting between your breasts, nuzzling at your soft curves and humming softly when you arched into his face. “Are you coming? Need to feel you come, please honey.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned as you tried to tune his sweet talking out, chasing your own pleasure with wildly gyrating hips. He bucked his pelvis into yours when you lost your rhythm, growling softly at the feeling of you throbbing against him as you came with a small cry. Bill was right behind you, pressing you into his lap and groaning as his cum shot all over the thin lace of your panties, smearing it over the soaked fabric as his hips stuttered with his release.

“You’re so amazing.” He cupped your cheek as he gazed at you, breathing heavily and smiling when you met his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“Yes, just yours, sweetie.” You grinned as you leaned forward to kiss him, letting him pull you down to the couch as he curled his body around yours so you could both snuggle as he whispered sweet nothings to you. You really were going to ruin this boy.

It was two hours later when he finally let you go, pressing his lips to yours and murmuring about how happy you made him as he walked you to your car after a stupid amount of cuddling. You needed some sort of palate cleanser, this fluff was getting to you.

So you headed over to Bobby’s, if anyone could give you that rough shit you needed, it was him.

He did not look happy when you walked in, his hair pulled back as he worked on cleaning and sharpening a variety of weapons that were splayed put in front of him. He’d been doing that a lot lately, ever since you’d started denying him with your little game his guns and knives had never been in better condition.

“What the fuck do you want?” He spat at you, drawing the whetstone slowly over his Bowie knife and scowling at you.

“Jesus, what kind of hello is that?” You sank into the opposite end of the couch with a mocking pout, stretching your legs out until your feet were resting in his lap. “And here I am ready to help you get rid of that bad mood.”

“You’re here to be a fucking bitch and a tease.” He growled when you softly rubbed against the outline of his already hardening cock with the sole of your foot. “I know you’re not done playing your stupid fucking game so just get on with it.”

“Bitchy, bitchy.” You tutted when he just scoffed at you, drawing your legs up above your head as he glared at you sideways. “C’mon, Bobby, I’ve got a present for you.”

He just grumbled as he kept one eye on you, his tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip and betraying him as he watched you draw your panties up until they were dangling around your ankle. You brought your foot down slowly while you gave him a wicked grin, dragging your toes over his chest and chuckling softly when you felt him growl.

Bobby grabbed your foot when you acted like you were going to pull away again, mouthing at the curve of your heel before grabbing your panties and rubbing them over his face as he let out a deep sigh. You just kept smiling as he breathed you in, his hips bucking into your foot as he nipped at your calf and purred.

God, the man was so easy, even if he was very much in denial about how much he needed you. It might have pissed you off how stubborn he was if it wasn’t so goddamn fun to break him down. Almost all it ever took was you flinging a pair of dirty panties at him and he would snap right out of whatever stupid bitch fest he was in the middle of.

“Fuck, get over here kitten.” He dragged you into his lap and groaned, still nosing at the soft lace as he buried his face in your neck. “When are you gonna quit being such a fucking cunt? I need that pretty snatch.”

“Mm, I know, just a little longer though, Bobby. You’ve been so good.” You tugged on his hair when he practically whined into your neck, his hips rolling underneath yours as he kept inhaling the scent of you with deep breaths.

“But, I fucking need… wait.” He froze when he took another sniff of the soiled panties wound through his fist. “Kitten, why the fuck do these smell like cum?”

“That seems like it should be obvious, Bobby. Why the fuck do you think?” Oh, he was going to be furious, you could already tell by the way his jaw was clenching.

“Did you let him come in my pussy?” He grabbed your jaw when you rolled your eyes at him, his voice that low, menacing growl that made your cunt throb. “Answer me, you stupid slut.”

“Maybe he did, Bobby.” You moaned softly when he dragged your face closer to his, biting your lip as he snarled wordlessly at you. “You know I need to be stuffed with cock. Gotta get it somewhere, and his is so fucking thick and heavy.”

“Oh, you dumb fucking whore.” He slapped your face hard when you laughed at him, sending you sprawling with a gasp before he dove on top of you and shoved your face into the floor. “What the fuck did I tell you, kitten? You gonna make me kill that fucking cop just ‘cause you can’t help but be a nasty little bitch?”

“You love when I’m a nasty bitch.” You purred when he wrapped his hand around your throat and yanked your head back until your back had a deep arch. “Relax, I didn’t let that pig fuck me.”

“See, why don’t I believe a word out of that cunt mouth?” He flipped you over and slapped you again, yanking your skirt up around your waist and smacked your pussy so hard your whole body jolted before undoing his fly in a rush. “Gonna fuck this tight little snatch until you’re back to being my stupid, cockdrunk little slut.”

You grinned before punching him right in the jaw, laughing at his furious roar before grabbing him by his hair and yanking his face to yours so you could bite at his lips.

“You’re not gonna fuck anything, Bobby.” You wound your legs around his hips as he growled into your mouth, arching your body into his when you felt his cock drag over your throbbing clit. “You’re still gonna get exactly what that dumb fucking cop gets until I say so. And all he got was to feel my sweet pussy slide over that fat dick of his. But I’ll let you get right up against it, Bobby, no panties in the way.”

“God, you fucking cunt.” He groaned when you slapped him in the face, grinding his hips into yours and hissing at the feel of your warm wetness slipping around his cock. “Fine, but I’m not gonna listen to you run that bitch mouth the whole time.”

Your eyes rolled back when he shoved your soiled panties between your lips, choking on the tangy fabric when he started rolling his pelvis against yours slowly. His hand wrapped around your throat as he kept up the steady rocking motion, keeping his eyes fixed on your face as you lost yourself in your pleasure.

With how worked up he was constantly, he was already close. He hated how goddamn easy it was for you to manipulate him, at least until he felt you this fucking close to him, your body melting against his and bending to his touch even when you were bossing him around. How he wished he didn’t love it so much.

You let out a groan around the panties as you fluttered against him, gripping his wrist tight as your release soaked his cock. Your eyes shot open when you felt him try to slip it in while you were riding it out, snarling at him and grabbing one of the knives from the coffee table as you spat out the underwear.

“Don’t fucking try it.” You snarled and pressed the tip of the blade to his neck, snorting when his eyes fluttered as a thin trickle of blood ran down his throat. “Just come all over my pussy like a good boy, I’ll even let you clean it up.”

He purred as his cock started to twitch, leaning all his weight on his arms to keep from collapsing as he spurted thick, warm ropes of white all over your pulsing cunt.

“You’re such a goddamn bitch.” He grumbled when you pulled the knife away and tossed it aside and leaned up to lock the blood off his neck.

“Yeah, that’s why you fucking love me.” You sucked a bruise over his throat and hummed when he groaned for you. “Now clean up your mess. Then I wanna watch you jerk off with my panties like I know you do when you really miss me.”

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icarusbuck · 4 years

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10. all I ever wanted

FOX! 911 | fluff, gift shopping, buddie

∞

Buck sat at the firehouse, chewing on his bottom lip and staring off into the distance. How the fuck was he supposed to know what Eddie wanted for Christmas?

Sure, they worked together. And sure, they'd gone on a couple dates - not that Christopher knew that part yet, anyway. Things were going smoothly as far as he was concerned, and Chris had just gone and thrown a wrench into it.

Was he supposed to get Eddie a gift?

Christmas was only a few weeks way, and the holiday spirit was in full force around the 118.

Eddie came skipping up the steps to the balcony where Buck had taken a position on the couch, a santa hat sitting crookedly on his perfect head.

"Hey, cariño," he said, crossing to sit on the arm of the chair beside him. He plucked the hat from his head and deposited it on Buck's.

"Hey yourself," Buck smiled, adjusting the hat so it didn't cover his ears. He shook his head, making the little ball at the tip flop back and forth.

"Are you busy? I'm hungry."

"I could eat," Buck said, looking down at his phone. He quickly backed out of his notes app and hid the list of ideas he'd been brainstorming. They stood simultaneously, and Buck started to follow Eddie down the stairs. "Hey, what's your favorite restaurant?"

Eddie looked over his shoulder, making a face as they walked. "What? Why?"

"You know," Buck said vaguely.

"I don't know, I don't really have one. Wherever I'm eating with you or Chris."

So helpful.

∞

They'd been called to a department store after some kind of fight broke out among the scent isle, and the blend of apples, cinnamons, and florals that surrounded them were making Buck's head spin.

One of the women involved had gone into anaphylactic shock due to one of the ingredients in the perfume. The store manager was able to deliver her EpiPen. She was breathing when they arrived, but the standard protocol was to send them off to the hospital just in case.

They loaded her into the ambulance shortly, and Buck patted the back of the bus with Eddie before the question occurred to him.

"Hey, what kind of cologne do you wear?"

Eddie snorted, peeling off his gloves so they turned in on themselves. He tossed them into a nearby trashcan. "I don't know, whatever smells good when I'm shopping. Cheap stuff, usually. I don't really wear it."

"Yeah," Buck frowned, following him over to where Bobby was leaned against the fire truck, waiting for them.

"What about you, Bobby? You wear cologne?"

Bobby glanced up from his clipboard and shrugged one shoulder. "Athena doesn't really like cologne. She says she just likes the way I smell."

Buck climbed into the truck after Eddie, and carefully erased cologne from his list.

∞

Buck pushed the shopping cart slowly behind Eddie as they trailed through the grocery store. Eddie was picking items off shelves, consulting a hand written list every few feet.

"You know, if you just told me what was on your stupid list, I could help you find the right isle," Buck sang it, trying to hide his boredom.

"If I do, you'll just convince me to add a bunch of junk food." Eddie moved along, and Buck sighed, purposefully running the cart into his hip.

He grinned when Eddie turned a scowl on him.

"I should've just left you with Chris and Carla," Eddie groused, stuffing the paper into his pocket. He turned toward Buck and leaned his hands on the walls of the cart, studying him.

"It would definitely be more fun than errands," Buck agreed.

"So you'd rather hang out with my kid than me?"

Buck bit his lip on a smile. "Your kid's cuter."

"True." Eddie straightened and pulled the list from his pocket. Beside him sat a forty piece kitchen set, complete with deep dish ceramic bakeware.

"Hey, you need any of this?" Buck gestured toward the box, where a generic woman smiled eerily as she held up one of the teal pieces.

Eddie glanced at it and rolled his eyes. "You've been to my house. You've cooked in my house. What am I missing?"

"Uh," Buck faltered, taking a closer look at the box. "It isn't color coordinated?"

Eddie laughed and kept walking.

∞

Buck let himself into the Diaz house, announcing his presence by noisily tossing his keys into the dish by the door.

"Buck?" Came a small voice from down the hall.

"Hey, buddy," Buck called back, easing out of his shoes. He moved toward the sound and found Christopher in his bedroom, Carla seated on his bed as she watched him play on the floor.

"Did you find out?" Chris looked up at him, the oversized Legos temporarily abandoned.

"Not yet." Buck crouched down in front of him, examining the mass of blocks he'd stuck together. "You got any ideas?"

Christopher grinned sheepishly. "No, silly, that's why I asked you."

Buck dropped down onto the floor, content to play with Chris while they all waited for Eddie to get home. They didn't have to wait for long; he heard the front door open less than twenty minutes later, and Eddie appeared in Chris' doorway looking run down. Soot rested high on one cheekbone; he'd either been too exhausted to shower at the end of shift, or too eager to get home. He smiled tiredly at them.

"Ain't that a welcome sight."

"What'd you do, roll around in the ashes?" Buck teased as he rose up off the floor. He moved closer and Eddie automatically opened his arms, pulling him into a warm embrace. Buck dropped a kiss on his temple and stayed close after Eddie sagged against him.

"I thought it was polite to share," Eddie said, rubbing his cheek against Buck's.

"Gross," Buck laughed. Christopher giggled behind him. "Beer?"

"Please," Eddie said, nodding grimly. Buck followed him to the kitchen, waiting for Eddie to tell him about the call. He stayed quiet, even after he'd popped the top on both their beers and taken a long sip from his own. He looked tense and tired, one too many double shifts weighing down his shoulders.

Buck sighed and set his beer down. "You look like you could use a massage."

"Is that an offer?" Eddie asked wryly.

"Yeah," Buck said. His sleuthing would hold for another day or two.

∞

The days flew by, and Buck started feeling the pressure of Christmas closing in. It wasn't just the music that followed them everywhere, it was the ads, the commercials, the endless stream of Santas parading around town.

He'd taken to asking Eddie about every billboard they passed.

"Have you ever played with a drone? Do you gamble? Ever thought about getting a puppy?"

Two weeks had gone by in a flash, and he still didn't have a clue what Eddie might want or need. He'd even taken to leaning over on the rare occasion Eddie looked at his phone, hoping to see one of the creepy targeted ads on his social media, but it was never anything useful.

Eddie was one of the most difficult people he'd ever shopped for, and Buck was running out of time. Eddie seemed to have caught on and was losing patience for the whole charade.

Just a few days before Christmas, he stopped short in the middle of making dinner and turned to Buck with a troubled expression. They'd been cooking quietly, the conversation died down as they each focused at the stove.

"Buck," he began, and hesitated. He tried again. "Look, I'm not an idiot; I know why you’ve been asking me all these questions."

"Wait," Buck broke in, turning to face him with his spatula still in hand.

"No, listen. Buck, I love you. You don't need to get me anything for Christmas, okay? It means a lot that you just want to be here."

Buck winced, setting the spatula down so it wouldn't drip red sauce all over the floor. "You don't understand. It's… Christopher."

"What about Christopher?" Eddie frowned.

Buck leaned to the side, glancing into the living room to make sure Chris was sufficiently distracted. "He wanted me to find out what you wanted for Christmas. I'm sorry, he really wanted it to be a surprise."

Eddie blinked slowly at him, and turned without saying a word. Buck followed him towards the living room, lingering at the threshold as Eddie moved to sit beside his son.

"Hey, kiddo," he said, ruffling Christopher's hair. "You know you don't need to get me presents, right?"

Christopher looked away from the television, his eyes enlarged behind his glasses. He blinked at Buck in the doorway and finally turned his attention on Eddie. "But Santa never gets you any."

Eddie's smile was soft, and he pulled Christopher into a sideways hug. "He didn't need to get me anything, buddy. All I ever wanted was you."

#fictober20 #buddie #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buckleyevan

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bucks-little-hop · 4 years

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it cannot wait, I'm yours.

Day 1 of @buddiefirstkissweek

Prompt: Related to Pride

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Despite living there for several years, Buck had never actually attended L.A pride. He usually flew to New York City to celebrate with friends there. However, with T.K. being in Austin, they had agreed to go to each other’s Prides together. The only issue was T.K. couldn’t get off until the second day, and Buck didn’t exactly want to go alone. His first choice would have been Hen, but she got stuck working as well. He realized that he needed more friends than just his co-workers as he scrolled through his phone trying to figure out who to call. He could ask Maddie, but she would probably spend the whole time trying to find a cute guy for him to date. He loved the support, but sometimes he didn’t need to be reminded he was single when all his other friends had a significant other.

He thought about texting Michael, but they had talked last time he was over at the Grant-Nash household, and Michael was going with his new boyfriend. Buck was ecstatic that Michael finally found a boyfriend. It was about time. He deserved it. If Buck was his type, Buck for sure would have tried to date him.

Wait, Josh was single and gay. He was probably going to pride, and likely wouldn’t want to go alone either. Perfect solution. He sent a text off and got a quick response before going to get changed. Normally Buck dressed pretty conservatively, but this was the one time a year he really let himself go all out. He put on his crop top that said ‘if you play for both teams you always win.’ It was probably his favourite shirt, he loved the slogan. He basically worked out for a living, and he was glad that crop tops highlighted that. He threw on his ripped jeans that were just on the right side of too tight, and had one rip that went a little too far up his thigh. He was lacing up his pride Dr. Martens when he heard a knock on the door.

“So glad you could make it.” Buck pulled Josh into a hug. It was a bit of a surprise at first how well the two got along. They even went out on a date together before realizing they were better off friends. The teasing they would have gotten from Maddie would have been unbearable if it had actually worked out.

“I’m just happy I have someone to go with now. I brought the face paints!” Josh immediately grabbed one of Buck’s kitchen chairs and pushed him down into it. Josh was already sporting a gay flag painted under his eye, and he clearly had plans to put on on Buck as well. “I know you care about your hair, but really I think we need some glitter in it. It’s the spray kind that comes out easy I swear.”

Buck rolled his eyes but sat still while he got a bisexual pride flag painted under his right eye. “You can do the glitter, but I’m showering at your place. I’m not trying to deal with clogged pipes because of it.”

“Fair deal. We better get going, or we won’t ever be able to get an Uber downtown.”

******

L.A. Pride was somehow exactly like NYC Pride, and completely different. All the elements of pride were there. The drag queens who were performing up a storm, the baby gays who it was clear this was their first pride, and those who had been going to prides longer than Buck had been alive. There were definitely more west coast vibes to it. Either way, Buck was thrilled to be at Pride, and happy to have a friend along with him.

The two wandered through the marketplace, stopping every now and then to buy a couple of items. The two spent a couple of minutes laughing when they found the LAFD calendar, except they were able to get any face photoshopped on all the firefighters. They got one with a photo of Chim sneezing on it for Maddie’s birthday. It was even better because it actually had Chim in it. There were some advantages to Buck not having won that year. Josh saw a lesbian couple from work, and dragged Buck over there to introduce him to them. Buck was known for both being Maddie’s younger brother, but also the firefighter whose name got mentioned more than it probably should have been. His dumbass heroics got him far more recognition than they should have been.

Buck saw a familiar face in the crowd, and they made eye contact before they turned away. He let Josh know he was going to talk to them. He knew Josh would be safe with his friends for the moment.

“Now Athena, I know you’re not just going to ignore me like that.” Buck jokingly called out to her.

“I wish I could say I was ignoring you, but I owe Hen money unfortunately. You just had to get a boyfriend.” Athena sounded almost disappointed,

“What Josh? No we aren’t dating, we’re just here as friends. Actually, you’ve met him before I think. He works with Maddie.” Buck wasn’t offended about the fact she thought he and Josh were dating, he didn’t like the thought of the bet. “Any other important bets going on about my life?”

Athena had the decency to look a little ashamed. “Well there was a bet about whether or not you had a secret boyfriend. Hen said yes, I said no. Mainly because you would have told Maddie, who would have accidentally told Chim, who would have immediately texted Hen, who would have shown up at my house with a bottle of wine to gossip. We all know secrets don’t exist in the family.”

Buck knew she had a point. Secrets didn’t exist, and because of that betting run rampant. Hell, he had won $50 on the bet of when Micheal was going to announce his new boyfriend. “How much do you have on it, because I’m willing to lie to split the winnings. Hen deserves some payback after how often she keeps winning.” Buck was never above a small lie. He could just say they broke up in a week because it wasn’t working out.

“$200. Go collect your fake boyfriend over there and we’ll go find the 118. They’ve got a tent set up to hand out water.” Athena nodded her head towards Josh.

Buck didn’t think that they would actually be there. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of being bi, but he had never officially come out to the 118. Hen knew because they ran into each other at a gay bar, and Athena knew because she got called to pick them up when they were too drunk to drive. “Alright yeah, I can drop all my stuff off there too. They’re all going to be too scared to look through the bags.” Even though there was nothing bad in them, the fire fam was going to assume there was.

Buck walked back to Josh and explained what was going on. Buck owed Josh an expensive bottle of wine for it, but he was totally down to mess with the 118. The wine was to placate him from any of the text Maddie would send him after Chim texted her. On the way over they all chatted. Buck agreed to bring May with him on the second day. Athena wanted her to go with someone who was more responsible, but also not afraid to throw a punch. May was like a little sister to him, and Buck was fully ready to square up for her. Plus, T.K. and his new boyfriend would defend her too. Actually, based on what he had heard about Carlos, he would get along with Athena. Buck made a note to introduce the two. As they got closer to the tent, Buck put his arm around Josh’s waist. With Buck being such a tactile guy, it wasn’t the first time he had held Josh like this. He allowed himself to be more touchy feely with Josh because he knew the other was okay with it.

“Hey guys, this is Josh. He’s an operator with Maddie. I’m sure you’ve heard his lovely voice on the phone a few times.” Buck spoke to the 118 with a grin on his face. He could feel the fact that all eyes were on him. Hen scowled at him and then Athena. She pulled out her wallet to pay up.

Buck leaned down to talk to Josh, and softened his voice to talk. “Why don’t you go talk to Chim about Maddie’s surprise stories. I’ll deal with all the questions.” There was zero reason for him to do that, other than to sell the idea. Buck had big plans for that $100.

Josh walked over to Chim, and pulled him aside as the rest of the 118 descended on Buck.

“Listen Buck, not that I’m not proud of you for this, but you really had to wear your best outfit the day I’m not with you?” There was no actual malice behind Hen’s voice. She had made teasing Buck into an art form.

“Hen this is a go big or go home event, and I certainly wasn’t going to go home.” Buck gave her one of his patented golden retriever smiles, before he pulled a small enamel lesbian flag pin out of his pocket and held it out to her. “I got you a present to make it up to you at least. Figured you could wear it while you work to show support.”

Hen took the pin, seeming to accept the apology gift. She walked over to Athena, the two already starting to gossip.

Bobby cleared his throat. “So Buck, you know you could have told us before. We would have supported you.” He was clearly into his dad mode, trying to approach the situation delicately.

“I mean you never came out as straight to the station. I’ve told you about people I’ve gone on dates with. If you assumed Jordan, Addison, and Kennedy were girls, that's on you.” Buck viewed Bobby as a father, but sometimes he was very much a straight cis man. They were working on changing his set views. But he supported them all and that was what mattered the most to them.

“Buck, can we talk, over there. It cannot wait.” Eddie’s voice was tense, and Buck didn’t like how it had sounded. Buck nodded and followed him, not trusting any words that would come out of his mouth. Buck was fine with Hen, he figured he would be fine with Buck being bisexual. There was a chance Eddie was one of those people who just thought bisexuals were just greedy and needed to make their mind up. He hadn’t been prepared to lose Eddie as a friend, not over something like this. Having Chim and Bobby know made him feel like a weight was lifted off his chest, but Eddie’s reaction made it all come crashing back down. The two walked behind the ambulance, where they were out of view from the public. There was just a couple of photographers hanging out in their event tent.

“You’re not actually dating Josh, are you?” Eddie crossed his arms, taking a defensive stance.

“Why does it matter to you? If you can’t accept me having a boyfriend then we are going to have bigger problems than who I’m dating.”

“You told me you were single at movie night last week.” Eddie sounded exasperated, and Buck was really confused as to why.

“Fine, Josh and I aren’t dating, but we tried at one point. We’re better friends, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still bi. I’ve dated plenty of guys since we’ve been friends, it just hasn’t worked out.” They were friends, Buck was going to be honest with Eddie. Well, mostly honest. If Eddie asked if Buck had a crush on him, Buck was going to deny it. He didn’t think Eddie would be the kind of straight guy who would get all weird about Buck’s crush, but then again he didn’t think Eddie was biphobic either.

“Good, because I can’t see you with a boyfriend...” Eddie seemed to have calmed down, and a realization had swept over him. His face looked a lot softer, it was a look Buck had seen many times but was never really sure what it meant. Buck anger was going in the opposite direction. He took a step back.

Buck didn’t bother to let Eddie finish before he cut him off. “Listen, if you’ve got such a problem with me dating another guy, then you should transfer stations. I’m not going to hide a part of me because it’s not something you like.” His words were harsh, but he kept his voice down. He didn’t want any yelling to attract the others. Buck started to walk away when he felt Eddie grab his wrist and pull him back so they were face to face.

“Evan, You didn’t let me finish. I can’t see you with a boyfriend that isn’t me. If I had known you liked guys, I would have done this sooner.” Buck was shocked by the statement, but even more shocked by what came next.

Eddie leaned up and kissed Buck.

Buck did not in a million years see Eddie returning his feelings. Buck felt Eddie start to pull back, and he knew the older man was overthinking things the same way he was. Buck brought his hands up to cup Eddie’s cheeks, and pulled him back in. He could overthink this later, for now he was going to enjoy kissing Eddie. Finally it didn’t have to be something of his dreams anymore. He felt Eddie’s hands come to rest on his waist. Buck had every intention of deepening the kiss, but when he moved to get closer, he managed to slip. Thankfully, Eddie managed to catch him before he completely fell on his back.

They had been pulled apart by the fall, but they rested their foreheads together.

“We should talk about this…” Buck started to say.

“We’ll have plenty of time to talk later, I got months of kissing to make up for.” Eddie leaned down, kissing Buck with far more passion this time. He wasn’t worried about being rejected.

Eventually Buck fully got back up to his feet, but not before a photographer had snapped a photo of the two.

******

Buck promised to drop Eddie off at the station the next morning, so he wouldn’t have to ensure the teasing alone. They didn’t have to walk far into the station before the teasing started.

Hanging from the balcony was a blown up photo of the two of them kissing. Buck had seen the photo posted all over last night. Out of context, it looked like Eddie had dipped Buck, not that Buck had just been clumsy first. He knew there were comparisons to the soldier celebrating V-J day, and the navy soldier getting his homecoming kiss. The photo was heralded as one of the defining photos of pride that year. Would Buck have liked their first kiss to be a little more private, sure, but it wouldn’t have been true to the way his life had gone so far. The teasing would be worth it, especially since he got Eddie out of the deal.

“They’re all just jealous Eds, just remember. I’m yours.”

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