love you better with my heart on the window

buddie | incubus!buck | post-9x13 mother's boy | bottom eddie week | 10k | explicit

“Bed?” Buck asks. His jaw cracks on a yawn. 

“King,” the woman says. “As requested.”

Eddie tries to steer Buck away even as he's asking, “One?”

“Let's go,” Eddie says. 

“The guy on the phone asked for one.”

It's just like Eddie's luck to get the same person on shift. “Yeah, that's right,” he says. 

If she responds, he doesn't hear it, because he's successfully herded Buck back outside.

“Eddie,” Buck says, with an undercurrent in his tone Eddie doesn't like at all. 

Ignoring Buck is always hard, and even more difficult when Buck's steps are dragging, his body exhausted and at the brink of giving up. But Eddie manages it. He gets Buck back in the car and leans over him to buckle him in. Buck winces at the feeling of the belt on his skin. Eddie is glad it's too dark for Buck to see his face. He knows even a glimpse would give too much away. 

Eddie shuts the door before Buck can ask anything else. He rounds the car to his own seat, worrying. 

Because while he might be able to ignore Buck's questions about the singular bed, he can't forget that he's got lube and condoms tucked away in the worse-for-wear duffle the police finally gave him back moments before they drove off. Eddie is, at best, hours away from asking Buck to fuck him. More likely, less than half an hour.

A relatively messy study/fanart for project hail mary, the last month has really awakened my inner space loving child again

a visitor on the biodome!!

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You will be remembered as a hero. ________