It's been two days. Two days since Eddie kissed him for the first time and Buck still can't believe that Eddie beat him to it.
He's not bitter about that. How can he be when he's so deliriously happy?
The past two days have been filled with secret touches and stolen kisses. And holy shit how did Buck not realize how tactile Eddie was? Now that Eddie has permission to take any and all opportunities to touch him, he's not holding back.
Buck loves the way that Eddie brushes his hand against his lower back whenever he moves past him, even though there's no reason for Eddie to get that close.
And Buck practically forgot to breathe when Eddie pressed himself tight against his side last night when they watched a movie with Christopher.
He loves that he gets to touch Eddie whenever he wants to now, too.
He doesn't have to stop himself whenever he wants to run his fingers through Eddie's hair. He just gets to do it.
He's amazed that he's allowed to walk up behind Eddie and wrap his arms around his waist anytime he wants. He gets a little thrill when Eddie's breath catches ever so slightly every time he does it.
Their secret touches and stolen kisses are even more intoxicating when they're hiding them from the entire 118 and not just Christopher. Neither of them can hide their stupid grins when Eddie secretly links his pinky with Buck's in the back of the firetruck or after Buck pulls Eddie behind the truck for an adrenaline fueled kiss.
It's a miracle nobody's caught them. They're not exactly subtle.
They pass on getting breakfast with the team after their shift. Christopher's already at school for the day and they have Eddie's house to themselves until Christopher gets home. They're not wasting a moment.
They're kicking off their shoes and shrugging out of their jackets before Eddie even closes the front door.
"Are you hungry?" Eddie asks, already pulling at his t-shirt.
Buck shakes his head, his eyes fixed on Eddie the whole time. "Not tired yet either," he adds with a suggestive eyebrow raise.
"Me neither," agrees Eddie, tossing his shirt aside and going for Buck's shirt next. Buck drags Eddie forward into a kiss. Somehow they stumble down the hallway and into Eddie's bed without breaking their kiss.
Afterward, when they're lying there twisted up together in their post-sex stupor, Buck is basking in the feeling of Eddie idly brushing his fingers over his chest and shoulders.
It's not until Buck sees the path Eddie's fingers are taking that he realizes there's nothing idle about their movements. He's tracing hearts all over Buck's skin.
It's way too soon for any declarations of love to be spoken out loud, but this tells Buck everything he needs to know about how Eddie's feeling.
Buck responds with a heart of his own to Eddie's shoulder and a kiss to his temple as they both drift to sleep.
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