Not Really a Guest

buck getting too invested in cases involving the elderly vs eddie getting too invested in cases involving kids. buck who sees his hopes and fears for the future in older people vs eddie who sees the traumas of his past in children.

the way both buck and eddie are finally exactly where they need to be for buddie to happen. guys. is anyone else seeing this

eddie at home cozy in his bed thinking about his best friend bucks wild and crazy hookups like wow imagine that. having sex with a man and a woman at the same time. good thing he said no or buck could have been in the middle of that all the time. huh how would that even work. her on the bottom buck in the middle that guy on top of buck... oops now eddie is hard thats so wierd how did that happen. and oops now hes touching himself and if maybe hes picturing buck whimpering and whining giving it and taking it at the same time. well thats just natural curiosity. nothing wrong with that

"im still trying to figure out how to be a half. i dont think im ready to be a third" buck who lost chris and then lost eddie. trying to learn how to be alone. living on his own. grieving on his own. he doesnt know who he is outside of a relationship. doesnt even feel like a whole person unless someone is there telling him who to be. doesnt even have bobby anymore to tell him hes good, that hes making good choices. lost and limping as half a man so confused because he has an even bigger pool to search in. and he just cant find it. and he doesnt know why he feels so off balance, so empty and incomplete. but its because his other half is already with eddie. just waiting for buck to find his way back. to be a whole, and a third <3

Instead of "things are awkward because there's only one bed", what if it's "it's weird how NOT awkward it is that there's only one bed." Buck and Eddie have been competing all day. They're tired and sore and giddy and satisfied from a job well done. They've both showered and washed their faces and brushed their teeth. They climb into fresh, crisp hotel sheets and roll toward each other and prop their heads on their hands, because they still have debriefing to do. "Did you see when I...?" "That was so fucking cool when..." "I can't believe you almost..." And Eddie keeps reaching across the space and knocking Buck's shoulder with his knuckles, or jabbing a finger into his ribs. And Buck can't stop smiling, his face sore as the rest of him, and when Eddie retells the story of how Buck almost tripped over his own bambi legs and ended up half-tangled in the firehose, Buck groans and drops his head to Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie's big hand lands on the back of his neck and squeezes. "You recovered though," Eddie says, and Buck somehow manages to smile even wider. And eventually their stories kind of fizzle out, and Eddie says he's beat and they both need to sleep, and Buck says okay. So Eddie rolls over and turns off the light, and then he rolls back and says, "Good night, Buck," and kisses him. Just a peck, right on the mouth, like it's something they do every day. Because it felt like something they SHOULD be doing every day; it felt so comfortable and warm and right. And Buck says, "Oh." And Eddie says, "Um." And Buck says, "You don't..." But before he can finish the sentence, Eddie leans in again, kisses him with intent this time, a kiss that's comfortable and warm and right. Like it's something they do every day.

buckneddie room sharing for budgetary reasons of course, the lafd isn’t made of money, the department can’t be dropping a ton on downtown nashville hotel rooms when they’re already paying entry fee and flights and meal per diems. so of course they’re sharing a hotel room, and they’re best friends and they share the bunk room at work all the time except this time they’ve had a few drinks out on the town celebrating their win or second place victory or whatever. who cares, it’s nashville, they can have a little fun :) and they stumble back to their shared hotel room and it’s dark and they don’t remember where the light switch is and buck trips over his own gazelle legs walking through the door behind eddie and he falls and takes them both down with him. and now they’re in the floor and buck is sort of sprawled out on top of him but also sort of straddling him. and they’re laughing because they’re drunk and happy and just got the wind knocked out of them. and then buck shifts his hips a little and their foreheads knock together and they’re still smiling but their laughs are turning more into huffs of breath and their lips are really close together and their noses are bumping against each other and eddie’s hands had kind of fallen on Buck’s hips naturally when they fell but now they’re sliding back and tucking into the back pockets of his jeans and holding on and pulling him down more onto his lap until they’re lined up and Buck lets his forehead drop down until it’s pressed against Eddie’s and he moves his hips again and realizes they’re both hard. and they’re looking at each other right close up and still kind of drunk but not that drunk. and eddie grabs his ass a little and moves him again and buck moves with him. and they’re grinding on each other on the hotel room floor and then they come in their pants :) yay