Summary: Eddie, Chimney, and Hen come up with an 'interesting' way to keep themselves entertained while Bobby's away ❤️ :)
(Created with @mysunshinebuck 🤭 Hope you enjoy 😁)
"Eddie, what are you doing?" Buck squirmed in his bestie's hold. "Put me down!"
"Put you down?" Eddie shifted. "Okay."
Before Buck had a moment to process where his bestie was putting him down, he was already sitting on a beam secured to the counters. His legs hung freely into the empty space where his ankles were promptly grabbed and quickly wrapped up in layers of duct tape to keep them secure.
"H-hey!" Buck stuttered out, hands gripping the beam and trying to wriggle his feet. "Let me go!"
With a growl, Buck tried to reach for the brown haired paramedic. "Not what I mea-AH!"
On his quest to smack his best friend, Buck lost his grip on the beam. He toppled sideways and, because his ankles were pinned together, he was left hanging by them and his hands.
The sight made Eddie snort. "Anyone order the 'roast Buck' for dinner?"
Buck scowled again. Keeping one hand on the board, he tried to swat at Eddie with the other. "I'm going to---wait! Chimney! What are you doing?"
Without verbally responding, Chim quickly wrapped the duct tape he had around Buck's wrist and hand while Eddie snagged the one that had been smacking at him. Soon, it was also attached to the board with duct tape, leaving Buck suspended between the two counters by his ankles and wrists.
After securing the final piece, Chimney jumped back up to his feet. "Now he really looks ready for the spit."
Buck's face was bright red as he scowled at the older paramedic. He began to pull on his bonds. "When I get out of here---."
One quick jab to the side was all it took to freeze him. "If you get out of there you mean.”
Buck jerked the other way, glaring at his supposed best friend. "When I get out of here, you two are dead."
"Hey, we didn't act alone," Chimney defended.
"We had help getting the board and your ankles in place," added Eddie.
A third figure stepped around Chimney. "Say cheese."
Buck's jaw dropped then he whined out, "Heeeen."
The female paramedic took a step back, admiring the photo on her phone with a grin. "Now that's a keeper."
"Really captures your true form," Eddie teased.
Buck was back to glaring once more. "And what's that."
Chimney gave him a smirk that sunk into Buck's stomach. "Our prisoner."
"Our prisoner." Eddie squatted down to poke along Buck's ears. "Your hearing not working or something?”
The playful attack made Buck jerk to one side, but the odd angle and lack of limb movement made him swing back into place with barely a creak from the wood. He couldn't even hold himself away from their attacks in this position which heightened his nerves even more. "Noooohoho. Bad Eddihie!"
Eddie chuckled and poked along Buck's side next without missing a beat. "Maybe we should keep you here. Really adds to the space."
When what they were implying sunk in, Buck got so flustered he couldn't speak straight. "Wh-whahat!"
"And we can give passing tickles as we go back and forth." Hen started scratching along his socked right foot. "Not like you're going anywhere anyway."
Buck's laughter picked up. "Hehen!"
However, before Buck even had time to adjust to her attack, Chimney slid under his back. Buck could feel the paramedic under him and he had nowhere for him to go. The paramedic's hands then began to dig into his exposed sides and he couldn't protect himself. "Just trapped and within reach allll the time."
"Ah! Nohoho!" Buck squealed. "Bobbyhyhy!"
Eddie snorted. "Guess you forgot, your Pops isn't here."
Buck's stomach flipped. He completely forgot. Bobby wasn't here. He was at a captain's luncheon and wouldn't be back for another hour and a half at most. He couldn't even text or call anyone from his position.
He really was a prisoner in this firestation. “Yohou guhuys suhuhuck!”
“So we've been told,” Eddie replied with barely a shrug.
“You've told us over and over and over before,” added Hen while she pinched each toe over and over.
Poor Buck was left to cackle and swing limply in the space. He was still tugging on his wrists and ankles, but he couldn't get enough strength or a good enough angle to get free.
Then Chimney tugged up his shirt. “Now where's that spot.”
“AH!” Buck bucked up his hips toward the beam. “Dohon't ehevehen thihink—.”
Then Hen interrupted him by keeping one hand on his feet and letting the other reach over to slot into his belly button while it was still in her reach. “This the spot?”
With another squeal, Buck dropped back down into Chimney's eagerly awaiting hands.
“Why yes my dear Hen.” Chimney dug into the same spot next. “That's exactly the spot I was looking for.”
“AH!” Buck threw his head back and cackled. Of course they would want to exploit his most sensitive spot while he was stuck in this position. This was so unfair!
Eddie squatted down beside the duo. “Hold him still for a second?”
Chimney left Buck's belly button alone long enough to wrap his arms around his ribs in a bear hug.
“Wh-whahat ahare yohou doihing?” Buck giggled out.
Eddie smirked then without answering, rushed forward to blow a big raspberry into his still exposed belly.
“SQUEEEE!” Buck snorted. “EHEDDIEEEEEHEHEHAHAHA!”
Eddie did a few more while Buck squirmed in Chimney's bear hug hold. They really did suck.
Finally, not only did Eddie pull away, but Chim and Hen too.
Buck was left to hang, still giggling in the air. They had their fun. Would they let him go again?
But that was squashed when Chimney turned to walk away. “So long Buckaroo.”
Buck's head snapped back up. “What!”
“We're going to take turns.” The older paramedic turned enough to flash Buck a smirk. “You should be good with just Eddie, right?”
“With just one tickler?” Hen followed her bestie. “Surely he'll get bored.”
Chimney shrugged. “Eh, we won't let that happen.”
“Noooo,” Buck whined out, tugging on his bonds. “You can't leave mehe hehere with hihim!”
“Who’s gonna stop us?” Eddie scooted closer to his bestie. “Don't get too lonely.”
“Nooooo!” The blonde bucked up his hips again. “Eddihie!”
But Eddie wasn't budging.
“This is so unfair!” Buck whined, dropping back to his hanging position once again. “You guys are so annoying!”
“Takes one to know one!” Hen yelled back.
“Ugh!” Buck threw his head back. The tape was layered pretty thickly, but surely he could break it free if he tugged enough. Duct tape was good, but it wasn't as sturdy as the straps on the stretcher.
With that in mind, Buck started trying different angles to yank himself free. The entire time he pulled, visions of his teammates' shocked faces at him escaping made all the effort feel worth it.
Okay, sure a part of him thought it was kinda funny and clever. And that it was kinda fun being a ‘tickle prisoner’. It felt like some kind of big game where he knew he was going to get special attention. He just didn't know when.
That's when he felt someone poke his stomach. “Hey.”
A startled sounding snort shot out of Buck's mouth. He'd been so preoccupied with escaping that he completely forgot he wasn't alone.
That was until he zeroed back in on Eddie sitting next to him, giving him that same smirk.
Now Buck may have thought this was a fun game, but he did not want to give any of his family the satisfaction of knowing that. They'd never let him live it down and tease him relentlessly for it.
So he gave the paramedic a sour look. “Why are you still here?”
“Like we said, just thought you'd like some company.” Eddie shifted so he was sitting with his back against the cabinets. “You know, since you can't go anywhere.”
Buck's scowl deepened. He pushed his hips up again and tugged on his arms as hard as he could. “Yeah well, when Bobby gets back, you're—.”
The blonde firefighter's argument was cut off by a hand spidering across his stomach once more. It made him drop back down to try to escape, but the hand followed him. He giggled and snorted from the somewhat light tickle attack. “Noho! Eddihihie!”
“Come on, you can break free.” Eddie's hand spidered higher. “I know you can.”
Buck snorted and shook his head. “Ihi cahan't!”
“Not with that attitude.”
“Eddie,” Hen called. “We have to finish restock.”
The paramedic groaned. His hand dropped off of Buck and his head plopped back against the cabinets. “I forgot.”
Buck twisted to look at his bestie. “Ihif yohou let me goho, Ihi cahan take yohour plahace.”
Eddie lifted a brow, giving Buck a look. “Yeah no. You're just using that as an excuse to try to get away.”
“B-but!” Buck sputtered, making his eyes go all wide and innocent. “You can't leheave mehe here.”
“You won't be alone for long.” Eddie shifted to stand. “See you in a bit.”
But Eddie didn't stop. He continued toward the stairs. “Have fun.”
Buck humphed. His eyes locked on the beam above him. Within seconds, he was back to trying to escape.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't the smartest decision to waste much of his energy on a futile escape. He should have saved it for the countless ‘attacks’ he was receiving throughout the day.
Shortly after Eddie, Chimney came over to bother him for a bit under the guise of ‘getting some water’. Water he purposefully dripped onto Buck's forehead because he sassed the older paramedic before attacking one of his stretched out armpits Buck might add.
A few minutes after him, Hen came over to bug him for a bit, teasing him relentlessly until his entire face was completely red.
All while tickling his neck and chin in the most flustering way that pulled out every single childish giggle out of the bigger firefighter.
Of course, Eddie had to come over for a few more attacks where he would simply egg Buck on with his escape attempts while poking him in random spots to make him squirm. The paramedic claimed it was to ‘help’, but Buck knew better. His bestie was just messing with him.
It wasn't long before news of his predicament spread through the firehouse. That led to his three tormentors having ‘backup’ from the others. It seemed like everyone was stopping by to give him even the briefest of tickles as the minutes ticked on. Even Ravi ‘betrayed’ him by giving him an attack when the bigger firefighter couldn't get him back.
By the end of an hour and a half, Buck was limp with exhaustion. The mix of constant tickles and escape attempts had fried his nerves and made him tired.
Thankfully, that message also seemed to spread through the firehouse. As the afternoon drew to a close, the attacks had become more and more spread out. Then certain questions kept getting repeated more and more.
Each time, Buck would reply with some form of, “Ihi’m gohood.”
Deep inside, he was still having some fun with the whole ‘prisoner’ game. Even if it was a bit embarrassing.
Then at one point, all attacks were stopped and Hen, Eddie, and Chim gathered around their ‘captive’. Hen sat on one side of him and Chimney on the other. Eddie leaned against the top of the counter on Chim's side so he could look down at the trio.
Meanwhile, poor Buck was just hanging there limply in the air. A few residual giggles were escaping from his lips and his face was still bright pink from all the teases and attacks. His curls and uniform shirt were askew while the duct tape still hadn't budged, even when Buck had been squirming in it for what felt like forever.
Chimney started by lightly pinching his fingers along Buck's side. “You still alive?”
Buck's giggles picked up as he hung there in the air. “Yehehehes.”
“Thank goodness.” Chimney switched to poking along his ribs. “Thought we were going to have to have a funeral.”
A squeak responded to his jab followed by the weakest of squirms. “Chihihim.”
“What's up Buckaroo?” The paramedic teased. “Besides you of course.”
“Cahan Ihi gehet down nohow?”
“Whaaat? Why would we do that?”
Buck gave his brother-in-law a pout.
Then a familiar hand returned to his chin, spidering around while Hen’s voice crooned in his ear. “You're too cute to let go! Yes you are.”
“Hehehen,” Buck now whined, his face heating up again.
Eddie popped his chin onto one of his fists, smirking as he watched the show. “Should we ‘rotate’ him? Make sure he gets evenly ‘cooked’?”
Another whine from Buck answered him.
Eddie snickered. “Can you do anything besides make that noise?”
“I don't think he has the energy to.” Hen tickled along the bridge of Buck's nose. “Isn't that right ticklee? Are you so squished?”
Buck scrunched up adorably, his face going another shade darker of red.
“Talk about a tough tickle toy.” Chimney traced one finger along Buck's ear. “Takes all the affection we give and then some, huh?”
Buck should puff up a bit at being called tough, but not this way. Then his mean brother-in-law wriggled his finger into his stretched out armpit next. “Ahaha! Chihim!”
“Aww, who's got ticklish pitties?” Chimney kept going. “Go on. Tell me.”
Chimney responded with a buzzer noise and some more wriggles to the armpit he was ‘torturing’. “Wrong answer.”
Even with all the tickles making him giggle, Buck stayed limp in the air. This felt like his fate now. Stuck and suspended in mid air, tickled to death by the entire firehouse. It was the most horrible fate, but it was a flustering way to go for sure.
Eddie jerked his head up to see a familiar face studying him from the stairs. “Welcome back.”
Bobby slowly made his way over to the paramedic. He could hear Buck's giggles, but he couldn't see the blonde yet. And was that a beam across his counters? “. . . What is going on here?”
Eddie snickered. “Wehe've beheen cookihing.”
Chimney and Hen had paused their tickles, but did not remove their hands. They smiled up at Bobby like the position he had just found them all in was the most natural thing in the world.
Chimney simply added, “Hi Cap.”
“Hihi,” Bobby managed to get out, his eyes locked on Buck's. “What's going on hehere?”
“Tortuhure,” Buck mumbled out.
That earned him a few pokes to his ribs from Hen. “It's a kitchen. We're cooking.”
Bobby raised a bemused brow. “On an open spit?”
“Gets the ‘meal’ all nice and ‘tender’,” Chimney teased.
“More like limp and pliant.” Bobby squatted down next to Eddie's legs to better study the set up. His eyes went over the beam and his kid's duct taped limbs. “Interesting setup you got here.”
“He wasn't fitting in the oven,” Eddie pointed out.
Buck went wide eyed at his bestie. “Yohou wanted toho puhut me in the oven!”
“Yep.” Eddie leaned a little further out. “Ole Hansel and Gretel style.”
Bobby outwardly snickered. “Thihis lohooks like a fuhun game.”
Another whine. “Dohon't yohou start tohoo.”
“Awww.” Bobby reached past Chim to spider along the trapped blonde's side. “Don't want your Pops teasing you too?”
“Eeehehep.” Buck snorted, not even moving away from the teasing attack. “Nohohoho!”
“Ihid hope not.” Bobby pulled his hand back. “You know we can't resist.”
Buck giggled tiredly, his head hanging limply to the side and his bottom lip poking out.
“You look pitiful,” Bobby cooed. He checked his wrist. “How long has he been here?”
“Only an hour . . . and a half.” Hen stroked Buck's cheeks and nose with the back of her fingers. “And we played with you the whoooole time. Didn't we?”
Buck blushed and whined once more, but he couldn't keep the goofy smile off of his face.
“Aww, I'm glad you all had fun.” Bobby shifted up. “But I think it's time to cut down your ‘toy’ so he can ‘recharge’.”
“But we've been having too much fun,” Eddie pouted.
“He's exhausted.” The fire captain motioned to Buck. “You've been at this for a while.”
Chimney sighed dramatically, moving toward Buck's wrists. “Guess that's fair.”
“Please.” Chim began to unbound Buck's wrists from the beam. “You'd keep going all day if Pops let you.”
Buck pouted again, but he couldn't exactly argue back. Even if he had the energy to do so.
Once he was free, Buck was left to sprawl on the kitchen floor. Bobby wasn't kidding when he pointed out that Buck was exhausted. Maybe he had been at it longer than he realized.
Then two hands slid underneath his back to lift him up and into someone's chest. One of those hands then shifted down to support his backside while the other supported his upper back. “There we go.”
Buck blushed as he lay limply against Bobby's chest. His head came to rest on that firm shoulder while Bobby naturally rocked from side to side. It made the blonde grumble, “I'm not aha baby.”
But Bobby didn't stop nor set him down. “You can't walk right now.”
“You didn't even let me try.”
Bobby fondly rolled his eyes before looking down at his kid in his arms. “Do you want me to put you down?”
With a smirk, Bobby raised a brow.
Buck blushed darkly at being caught. He grumbled again. “Unless you want to.”
“Not on your life.” Bobby actually readjusted the blonde so he'd have a better hold on him.
This naturally brought Buck closer, his face now landing in the crook of Bobby's neck.
From his right, he could hear three sets of snickers and coos all aimed at him. If his arms weren't so sore, he'd be giving them the middle finger even if it meant a scolding from Bobby. Instead, he poured what he could into a whiney, “Shut uuuup.”
It made Bobby snort and head toward the stairs. “Say goodbye for now. We're taking a breather in my office.”
“Aw, no fair,” Buck mumbled into Bobby's chest. “Why do I get a timeout for their stupid prank?”
“Who said you were getting a timeout?” Bobby carefully made his way down the stairs. “I said you were taking a rest so you're taking a rest.”
“That's what you usually say when I have to go in timeout too.”
“I do, don't I.” Carefully, Captain Nash managed to open his office door with one hand. “Good news, you're not getting a timeout.”
“Humpf! And neither are they.”
“I'll deal with them later.” Bobby laid Buck down on one of the couches in his office. “Do you feel like you're going to slip?”
“Not when you have me pushed so close to the back.”
Captain Nash rolled his eyes. “Do you need anything then?”
“No,” Buck promised, scrubbing at one eye with his fist. “How was the luncheon?”
Bobby let the subject change for now. Instead, he focused on taking off his uniform coat. “Boring as usual. Chief Simpson got up, made a big speech about how much the captains do for their firehouse while our chicken got cold.”
“And I wouldn't trade a second of it.” Bobby gently shook Buck. “You still with me?”
Buck's eyes slipped shut. “Uh-huh.”
“Hey.” Bobby playfully poked Buck's side. “What happened to being with me?"
With giggles flowing, Buck's eyes flew open as he scrunched up adorably. “Uh-oho.”
“Uh-huh.” Bobby rubbed their noses together. “Stinker.”
Buck just giggled, his eyes slipping shut once more.
This time, Bobby let him doze off this time. His kid needed the rest after what the rest of his family affectionately put him through.
So instead of waking him back up, Bobby grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around Buck before leaving him to nap.
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