miss you on a train

buck/eddie | 1.8k | rated t

By the end of Eddie’s little nighttime routine, Buck’s not made any progress. Eddie puts his hands on his hips, eyes bright with amusement as he looks at Buck. “Need a hand with that?” he asks. Buck blinks at him. “What?” Eddie offers him his palm. Buck stares at it blankly for a second before Eddie’s gently prying his fingers off his toothbrush, stepping in between Buck’s legs. Buck has to look up to meet his eyes, and Eddie helps him along by tilting up his chin with one gentle finger.

or, eddie brushes buck’s teeth for him because he’s drunk. buck gets hard about it.

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buck/eddie | 3k | rated e

Regardless, it’s kind of a perfect day. The breeze is crisply cool, the sand silky between his toes, there are beers and pastrami sandwiches waiting for him in the cooler, and Buck is yelping and thrashing in the water thirty feet to his left. Eddie exhales, slightly forlornly. It was nice while it lasted. “Buck?” he calls. “What’s wrong?” “Ow,” Buck says miserably, hobbling out of the ocean. “Ow, ow.” Eddie jogs over to meet him at the tideline, immediately clocking the translucent, gelatinous glob wrapped around Buck’s left calf. Short tendrils trail behind his ankle, the jellyfish deflated once out of the water.

or, buck gets stung by a jellyfish. eddie probably shouldn’t pee on it