5 times Buck spoke of love first and 1 time Eddie outstripped him

Chapter Two

Hey, tumblrverse! This is my first fanfic in a while. Because Buddie! Can’t wait for season 4!

Mature, mostly fluffy, with a tad of angst here and there, boys being boys, you get it.

Hope you enjoy!

Unbeta’ed, all typos are my own.

Nothing can make the two a team better than an apartment cleaning race two days prior to the kid getting back home from the summer camp.

And in the end of a long bone-deep exhausting day - because fire fighting is a beach walk comparing to removing two weeks of no-kids-only-two-grown-ups-having-great-time in one day - everybody knows that in the end of the day like that nothing can alienate those great-timers faster then TV remote missing, thanks to the chaotic nature of aforementioned cleaning race.

“Eddie, I swear I put it right here!”

Eddie snapping wasn’t exactly a new experience for Buck. It’s just he failed to figure out what was wrong. Or how he could fix it. Or whether it was within his skill set to fix it or not. Which wasn’t a new experience for him either. That bothered Buck a lot - him having such a hard time trying to decode why Eddie suddenly became all distracted and broody.

It happened again. Right after they made the hungry run for bakery this morning and ran into two-moms, two-girls family from the apartment next to Eddie’s.

Cleaning race took some tension away, even got them engaged in some sort of play, cushions-meet-soccer sort of play. Lovely one and a half minute, they were. Now the tension was back, big time.

“It’s just a TV.”

“No, it’s not. It’s an escape and I need it now.”

“Why?”

“Because my son isn’t here and you go home and I need the escape to last the night. And the day after that.”

“Hey, I can stay the night. And the day after that. Like I did yesterday. And the day before. And the day be-“

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’ve been reckless. Because if someone tells Christopher you spent two weeks here he might think… he’s going to hope…”

“For what? For what, Eddie?”

“For a family, Buck. He’s going to hope for having a family, and he won’t get it. He can’t. That’s why you should go home, and I should dig out that bloody remote from wherever it hiding and get some me-time already.”

“Why?”

“Because I need some space once in a while, right?”

“No, why Christopher can’t have a family?”

“Oh, for real? For real, Buck? Now? Okay. Okay. We can not have it with you, right? And if we can not have it with you we won’t have it at all. Here. Take it.”

“Wrong. Bullshit. Great.”

“You- you don’t make any sense, Buck, you know?”

“Great. I’m in love with a person talking bullshit.”

“Huh. Yeah?”

“Yep. Right there. Talking bullshit and bitching over remote missing. Hiding. Whatever.”

“And?”

“And I would gladly stay the night if you let me. And maybe the day after that.”

“Fuck Netflix, then.”

“Fuck Netflix.”

“Let’s have some us-time already.”

“Good point.” Buck said starting after Eddie toward his bedroom. “By the way, communication is a thing, sweetheart. Maybe keep it in mind next time you decide to put me through a silent treatment day?”

“Fuck you, Buck.”

“So I guess I heard that right, huh? That hopeful and quite desperate “ar” in your “us-time”?”

Good thing Buck had the reflexes of a firefighter: he ducked right in time and the cushion collided with the wall instead of his head.

-&-

Spoiler: Christopher is going to have a family the day he’s back from his summer camp.

And the day after that.

And all the days after that.