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ā¤ļø šµ Number 9 if youāre still doing the prompts? thank you!! I hope youāre having a good day!
another scene prompt game! - 9: listening to the otherās heartbeat + ā¤ļø šµ
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āHuh,ā Buck says.
Eddie knocks his ankle against Buckās. āWhat?ā
āIām not trying to freak you out,ā Buck says. He has his serious face on and that, more than anything, makes Eddie squint at him, suspicious. āWhen was the last time you went to the doctor?ā
āBuck,ā Eddie says. āI had a checkup a month ago, jackass.ā
āTexas doctors?ā Buck says skeptically. Eddie huffs at him. Buck adjusts his grip on Eddieās arm, pressing his index and middle fingers more firmly into Eddieās wrist. āItās probably nothing. Itās just, I canāt find your pulse.ā
Eddie rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. āJesus Christ, Buck!ā
āIām being serious!ā Buck tries another spot on Eddieās wrist, then another, shaking his head both times: nothing. āYou should definitely have a pulse.ā
āOh, no,ā Eddie says, deadpan. āWhat if Iām already dead?ā
Six months. Eddie waited six months to see Buck in person again. Buck had made a noise like a dying animal on the phone, when they realized that he was going to be in the first hour of a 48-hour shift when Eddie and Chris got in from Texas.
Then, when Bobby asked if Eddie wanted to be scheduled for the last 24 hours of the same shift or wait four more days until his first shift back, Eddie signed on for the earlier shift without thinking twice about it. It meant not waiting a second longer to be back where he belongsāat the 118, on the job. It also meant this: seeing Buck for the first time sinceā¦since Texas, since everything, surrounded by all their coworkers.
āDonāt worry,ā Buck says. āI have something else I can try.ā
Buck releases Eddieās hand. Eddie draws his arm back to his body, unconsciously reaching his other hand up to grip his wrist where Buckās hand had been holding him a second ago.
Buck gestures at Eddieās neck. āCan Iāā
āGo ahead.ā
āI donāt want to say it,ā Buck said. His voice was low and frustrated through the phone. āNot like this.ā
āSorry,ā Eddie said, feeling furious, feeling lightheaded. Feeling alone, in a silent Texas house three sizes too big for him. āThis is it. Iām here. Youāre there. If youāre pissed at me, Iād rather you just tell me.ā
Buck reaches for the collar of Eddieās turnouts. He peels back the velcro strip covering the neck, then undoes the top snapsāone, two, three. He hooks two fingers of one hand on Eddieās chin, tilting his head back. Sets two fingers of his other hand on Eddieās neck, just below his jaw, in the divot just behind his trachea, just in front of the muscle.
Itās stupid. Eddieās fine. He fell down, thatās all. He was rounding a corner to get back to the engine when a kid came sprinting around the other side, running at full force. She ran headfirst into his stomach and they both went sprawling on the grass. Buck caught up to them first, checking over the kid and giving her a sticker after telling her she should consider a career in wrestling. Eddie pushed himself up from the ground, angling to sneak back to the engine and drop off his gear. Buck caught his arm, giving him a where do you think youāre going? look.
So, now theyāre here. Sitting in the back of the ambulance, parked in South Pasadena at two in the morning, Chimneyās classic rock radio station still playing quietly from the front seats. The kitchen fire that called them out was put out half an hour ago, but when the upstairs neighbor cracked his door to figure out what had brought a fire truck to his driveway, his cat bolted. Chim spotted her up a tree in the backyardāliterally, a cat stuck in a tree. It doesnāt get much more stereotypical than that.
Chimneyās got it handled, apparently, though itās been twenty minutes and he and the cat are both still in the tree. Eventually, heās going to get the cat down or some new emergency will materialize from nothing and someone will come looking for Buck and Eddieābut for now, for a minute, theyāre alone.
The pads of Buckās fingers are gentle on the side of Eddieās neck. His hands are warm. Buck presses in, just enough pressure on Eddieās throat for him to feel it.
Heās looking Eddie in the eye while he touches him. Eddie looks back. He takes in a slow breath, feeling his throat expand under Buckās hand. Watches Buck blink back at him. Theyāre so close like this, Eddie can see where Buck missed a spot shaving just below his sideburns, where Buckās hair dried flat to his head when he had to pull on his helmet straight out of the shower. He can see where his eyes are crinkling at the corners, like heās trying to hold back a smile.
āNope,ā Buck says. āStill nothing.ā
āOh, no,ā Eddie says dryly. āDo you need to start CPR?ā
āIām sure I can think of something else before it comes to that.ā
āIām not taking off my pants for you to check my femoral.ā
āI wasnāt going to do that, Eddie. Weāre at work.ā
Buck takes his hand off Eddieās neck. Eddie misses it immediately.
He backs up a little, as far as he can get in the cramped quarters of the ambulance. He rests his hands on his hips, giving Eddie an assessing look.
āIām not pissed at you,ā Buck said, voice low. āThatās why I donāt want to have this conversation now.ā
āWhen do you want to have it?ā Eddie asked. Heās angry, and heās picking a fight, and he canāt stop himself, when this is how he gets to talk to Buck now: in broken halves of conversations, eight hundred miles away. āWhen you visit in six months? When Chris graduates high school in four years?ā
āCome on,ā Buck said. āThatās not fair.ā
āThen tell me why youāre mad at me.ā
āWould you like my opinion?ā Eddie asks.
āPretty sure Iām the firefighter here, thanks.ā
Eddie rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. āDidnāt realize.ā
āHere,ā Buck says.
His hands are back on Eddieās jacket, undoing the rest of the snaps and opening his jacket. He hooks a hand in Eddieās suspenders, pulling lightly at them, adjusting Eddie until heās sitting on the edge of the gurney, knees between Buckās legs. Eddie goes easily.
Buck places a hand on Eddieās chest, above his heart.
Theyāre at work, Eddie reminds himself. Itās two in the morning and itās Pasadena, itās the distant sound of Chimney going here, kitty-kitty, and the low hum of the radio.
Buck glances at the ambulance doors. They left them open a crack, but all they can see through the gap is the empty street, cast in yellow and red from the streetlamps and the fire engine lights. No oneās looking for them.
Buck turns back to Eddie. He leans in in one movement, replacing his hand with his ear to Eddieās chest.
Itās awkward, kind of. The ambulance isnāt exactly roomy and Buck is folded in at a weird angle to get his face to Eddieās chest. Eddie knows he still smells like the kitchen fire, like smoke and burnt fish and sweat. Any second, someoneās going to realize they disappeared and come barging through the ambulance doors and into this, into the tableau that is Buck leaning on Eddieās chest.
Eddie breathes, chest rising and falling. Buck moves with it.
He was scared to see Buck again. He can admit that now, with Buck in front of him, the way he couldnāt when he was still in El Paso.
Thereās a conversation theyāve been waiting to have. They started it a month ago, on the phone, Buck in his loft and Eddie in the kitchen of his rented house in El Paso. By now, Eddieās pretty sure heās figured out where this conversation is going to end. He knows heās not going to find out here, in the back of an ambulance in Pasadena.
They decided, by mutual agreement, that they wouldnāt touch it until after the shift. They kept their word. Instead, Buckās been doingā¦this. Messing with Eddie. Sticking close to him. Touching him, under the barest pretense of medical necessity.
Itāthis, themāhas been an idea in Eddieās head for so long that he started to lose track of what it was, exactly, that he was waiting for. It doesnāt feel real, that Buck could say something on the phone and a month later Eddie could be in Los Angeles again, cashing checks they wrote when they were eight hundred miles apart.
āIām not angry with you, Eddie,ā Buck said, low, into a phone speaker in Los Angeles. Into Eddieās ear, in an empty room in El Paso. āIām in love with you.ā
Buckās head resting on Eddieās chest is real.
Itās right here. Itās the easiest thing in the world, for Eddie to put his hand on the back of Buckās neck, where the soft ends of his hair curl. For him to breathe in, slow, and feel the weight of Buck leaning on him.
āYeah,ā Buck says finally. His voice is quiet in the back of his throat. Eddie can feel it in his chest. āFound it.ā
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what is more exciting // than the crisp brisk weather in the fall?
it's especially delighting // when you got a guy, so handsome and so tall
couldn't resist making a little something for @summerofbuddie week 8: fall/autumn! love me some autumn vibes, I am very excited to get to wear sweaters again soon haha
pose reference from @adorkastock, saviour in all my times of need, and lyrics are from "This October" by Julie London.