frazzled & bedazzled

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“I know you’re frustrated, but you’ve already had two sideline warnings this evening. If you step out on that field one more time we are going to end up with a costly fifteen-yard penalty or your ass is going to be thrown out of this game. So, take a deep breath for me and calm the fuck down.” Buck practically growls in his ear, his voice deep and commanding.

Eddie feels a shiver run down his spine at the words and he can’t help but take a moment to lean his head back against Buck’s shoulder. As instructed he takes a deep breath, and then another, and another, trying to match his breathing to Buck’s heartrate that he can feel reverberating through his back and into his own ribcage.

The stadium is roaring around him as tens of thousands of disgruntled fans are hoping for his downfall, ragging on the refs for the shitting calls they’re making, and mocking him. There’s a reason that he’s fired up, collectively losing his mind over this game. Yet, Buck’s presence, his warm breath on his neck, his strong one-handed grip that has his wrists pinned to his stomach is calming. The pressure eases from him as he focuses on the feeling of Buck holding him, tuning out the noise and chaos.

After his third or fourth deep breath, he’s feeling lighter, freer even. He feels Buck smirk against his ear before he whispers, “Good boy,” right in Eddie’s ear, and slips his headset back on his head. Buck steps back, letting his touch linger on his waist for just a moment as he releases his hold on Eddie, but his words are ringing in his ears.

Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.

Eddie feels his whole body flush at the praise. He’s glad he’s wearing his signature sunglasses because he’s 99% sure his pupils just blew, and the tingling that is bubbling under his skin trails from his head to his toes.

Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.

Oh. Oh, he likes that.

He didn’t know he liked that.

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