This story was the idea of my dear friend PyqaFanGirl! You have awesome fluffy ideas and I'm happy to write them. I hope this is what you had in mind...

Also Just so you all know. This is an au, which means the group all a normal name. I call them
Tallahassee = Jack Mullins
Buck = Buck Mullins
Columbus = Jayme Phillip
Wichita = Christa Rock
Little Rock = Stacey Rock (AN: She hates that name, so she wants to be called Little Rock)

Ok, now on with the story!

warning:Slash!

Jayme found him standing around, crying while looking around frightened. "Daddy…" the child cried. It was heart breaking. Carefully he walked over to the boy. "Hello there, what's wrong?"

"I can't find my daddy…" The boy cried, rubbing his eyes. "How about I help you find him?" Jayme suggested. "D-daddy said to not go with strangers…" he sniffed before crying again. "Oh, okay. My name is Jayme. I work here in this coffee shop. And who are you?"

"My…*sniff* my name is…*sniff* …B-Buck…" the Boy said, slowly calming down.

"Ok, Buck. I just go over there and get my bag. I'm done working today. And then I help you find your daddy, okay?" With that the young waiter made his way to the counter only to be stopped by a tiny hand. "W-wait! Don't go! I' scaaared!" Buck cried again. Jayme stood there nervously, taking deep breath before his next actions. "Ok, come here…" he said, pulling the boy up and holding him so the child sat on his hip. The still slightly scared Buck hugged Jayme who gasped surprised.

He then got his bag and walked out the shop. "Wait, I have something for you…" Jayme spoke up and pulled out a Twinkie from his bag. "A Twinkie for the brave kid." Buck's eyes widened and he smiled when he received his sweet. "Thank you…" He whispered shyly. Jayme blushed lightly. For a bacteria clustering of child, Buck was really adorable. Buck sneezed, which caused Jayme to shudder in disgust.

"There, there…" he choked out, whipping the child's nose with a handkerchief. He looked away when Buck sneezed again into it (he had to ignore the image of the germs on his hand).

"Better?" The young man asked, taking deep breath to keep calm. The boy nodded and smiled. Jayme smiled back. "Sooo…do you maybe know where your daddy could be?"

"I…I can't open my Twinkie…" Buck whined and Jayme couldn't help it but chuckle. "Here, let me help you…"

Meanwhile:

"What does that mean, you can't find him?! You are the police damn it!" Jack yelled at two police officers. "Don't worry, sir, like we said, we keep an eye open. Your son can't be that far-"

"You don't know my son! Stop shitting around and- and-and…"

He broke off when he saw him with his little son. The young man sat his son down opened him some sweet and then lifting him up again on his hip. His heart jumped at this image. "Buck!" He shouted then, ignoring the officers and running towards his boy.

"Daddy!" Buck shouted happily. "That's your daddy?" The stranger asked the boy. Such a nice voice…keep it together, Jack!

"Yeah…I'm his daddy. Uhm, Jack Mullins my name."

"I'm Jayme, nice to meet you" Jayme smiled, shaking Jack's hand, Buck still in his other arm. "Look, daddy! He gave me a Twinkie!"

"No way!" The father replied excited. "Yes way!" The little boy replied, holding up his half eaten Twinkie. Jayme chuckled by this. "May I take him?" The redneck smirked. The teen then blushed and nodded, feeling embarrassed. "Of course! Here we go!"

Jack sighed relieved to have his son back in his arms, munching happily. "Thank you so much for-"

"No need to thank, really…" the curly haired boy chuckled nervously, shying away. The older man watched him taking out a little bottle and putting some liquid on his hand. "Any problems with my kid?" He asked, light annoyance in his voice, feeling lightly insulted. The teen quickly shook his head, "No no no! Okay, a bit. But that's my problem…I'm quite, you know…I have many phobias…and the thought of germs are creeping me out. And little Buck here had sneezed a while ago, so…"

"Oh, I understand…sorry…" Jack apologized.

"It's ok, don't worry…" Jayme replied awkwardly, rubbing his hands with disinfectant.

"How about coffee?"

Jayme's head snapped up. "…What?"

"You heard me, you and me, coffee." Jack smirked seducing. The boy blushed furiously, stammering some apologizes and suddenly ran away.

"Hey! Wait!" The older Mullins shouted after the boy. "Great…" he looked at his son, his mouth smeared with his eaten sweet. "Any idea?"

"He works here, daddy!" Buck grinned and pointed at the Coffee shop where they were standing. The father smiled at his son. "Wanna see Jayme again sometimes?"

"Yaaaay!"

"I thought so…"