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Fake dating continues to occupy my every thought, and I've decided to make it my first attempt at a chaptered fic! Who knows how it'll go? Certainly not me. Have some not not flirting:

"Last time I checked there is no ring on this finger," he says, raising his left hand to wiggle his ring finger for emphasis, "and there is no one in bed with me every night telling me I'm doing good at this." Eddie nods in understanding, a cute little half smile on his face Buck kind of wishes he could kiss. He pushes it aside for now, focuses on those warm brown eyes instead, which doesn't really help much. "Okay, so you don't have a partner," he concedes. "At least…" He cuts himself off and ducks his head, but even in the dim lamp light Buck can see the blush creeping into the tips of his ears. Buck smiles, a little confused, and suddenly desperate to know why Eddie's so bashful all of a sudden. "At least what?" "Well if you want your mom to keep off your back while she's here," Eddie begins. "I could… play the part?"

"Eddie," Buck says slowly, "you're straight." "And?" Eddie shrugs. "I can be your boyfriend long enough to get your mother off your back." "Eddie, no one's going to believe that," Buck says with a shake of his head. A scoff echoes in his head, accusations thrown around in a kitchen— Eddie's kitchen. "What?" Eddie says with a teasing drawl, "don't think I can pull someone like Firehose?" Buck splutters and Eddie laughs at him. "Not what I meant, you absolutely could, but I mean…" No one's going to believe I could pull you, he doesn't say. "You're straight. You do know what dating entails right?" "Contrary to popular belief, yes," Eddie snarks in offense. "Well it's been over a year," Buck points out with a cheeky grin, "you sure that chastity belt isn't still on?" Eddie flushes a pretty pink, but doesn't let it affect him. "Don't worry, I don't keep it locked," he drawls. Buck snorts. "Look, it'll be easy," Eddie says, getting them back on track. "We hold hands through dinner, tell her how well Theo's doing, don't let her open her mouth to say anything more than 'pass the salt, please', and we're golden."

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