One-Two Buzz, Again and Again
Buck/Eddie | Buck/OC | E | 18K | Light Angst | Happy Ending | Getting Together | Phone Sex | Proxy Sex | Not Unrequited Love | s8 compliant but Bobby lives
âGet up and come over. I can make lunch, or brunch or whatever. I can make food. Iâm thinking eggs and bacon, maybe some home fries.â Itâs tempting, not having to figure out what to eat, not having to be the one to make it, getting to watch Eddieâs sure hands at work, getting to watch Eddie move confidently around the kitchen, knowing he doesn't have to make anything perfect, knowing any tease from Buck about his cooking skills wouldnât really be true, not anymore, wouldnât really be a complaint from Buck about how he could do better. Buck always thinks he does enough. âDonâ wanna move. Comfy.â Itâs half true, how soft and unspooled heâd feels, how he wouldnât mind staying here, just like this, with Eddie in his ear. It's safe. He canât mess anything up while heâs tucked in bed, in his new home, just a voice and a listening ear. âCâmon,â and Buck hears the sheets rustle through the speaker, âyou canât just stay in bed all day.â âCourse I can. Bedâs nice. Warm. Welcominâ. Always happy to âave me.â He doesnât register what he says, not until he hears silence on the other end. âThatâs notââ âItâs fine, Buck.â Itâs not fine. He doesnât think Eddie thinks itâs fine, but he canât be sure. He canât see Eddieâs face or Eddieâs hands and whether they clench the phone tighter before letting go of the jab. That's the problem with the phone, with only having Eddieâs voice in his ear: he doesnât know the things he's missing.
Or: The last time it was easy to talk to Eddie was when they were on the phone with 800 miles between them. When Eddie is back with Chris in L.A. for good, Buck keeps his relationship with Eddie to the phone, where it's safe, so that he doesn't do anything stupid. Something stupid happens anyway. read on ao3
This is for @vibecheckd, who was willing to pour one out for this in farewell when I thought I'd never be able to finish it, even though she was excited to read it when it was only an idea and a small snippet. And for @the-hwaelweg, who is only reason I kept writing past the angst.













