You Do Matter To Me

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Eddie wrings his hands, "this is Chris. Chris, mijo, this is Buck." It's takes an herculean effort for Buck not to laugh as Chris shoots his dad a flat look with a sassy, "duh." He turns back to Buck, "did you know turtles can breath out their butts?" The laughter does fall from Buck's mouth, and he squeezes Eddie's hip as he brushes past to sit down in Eddie's old seat. His jacket is slung over the back and Buck twists to look at Chris. "I didn't," Buck tells him. "That's so cool." Chris' head bobs enthusiastically. "So cool," he exclaims. "D'you think it tastes like farts?" Behind them Eddie groans with embarrassment, muttering a long suffering "Chris." Ignoring him is easy, Buck leans forward, watching Chris intently. "Okay, but," Buck says, "just cause they breathe through their butts doesn't mean they have taste buds there too. And do turtles even fart in the first place? Do they have taste buds?" The questions sound like nonsense but Buck is not genuinely curious. A quizzical expression crosses Chris' face. "I don't know," he replies. "Can we find out?" "Yeah, absolutely." Buck pulls out his phone, and starts to google do turtles have taste buds.

inspired by that title from @lesbucks and by Kissing Lessons by Lucy Dacus

He remembers a hot, sticky Sunday at the beginning of June. He remembers the smell of Eddie's basement. Dust bunnies and a spray of Febreze. He remembers the whole big carton of Goldfish Eddie stole from the cabinet– the orange crumbs in the gray fibers of the dusky carpet. He remembers the Hot Wheels tracks and the Nintendo 64 hooked up in the corner, still playing the menu screen for their abandoned game of Mario Kart.

And he remembers his lips pressed clumsily to Buck's. Just a closed-mouth thing. An imitation of what they'd seen in movies. He remembers the giggles as he pulled away. The pretty red flush on his cheeks. The fluttering in his own stomach that he couldn't hope to interpret.

And he remembers the conversation that followed.

“Then, if you really like the girl,” he’d continued, self-consciousness never crossing his mind at that age, “Maddie told me about something called French kissing, where you, like, put your tongues in each other's mouths.”

“Ew,” Eddie squealed, pressing a hand to his mouth with a shake of his head.

“I know! But apparently people like it!” Buck laughed.

“People are weird,” Eddie laughed as well.

“Yeah,” Buck shrugged. Then, despite it all, “Wanna practice that too?”

And he remembers how Eddie nodded. Flushed still, lips pulled into a toothy grin. He remembers the molar missing behind his sharp canine teeth. He remembers an awkward hand on his shoulder. He remembers his lips again, pressed, unmoving against his. He remembers swiping his tongue out, licking over the front of his teeth. Both of them falling back into a fit of laughter, faces scrunched up, wiping their hands against their mouths.

“That was so weird,” Eddie laughed.

“So weird,” Buck said. “Maybe we need more practice.”

“Or maybe I should just stick to American kissing.”

“Yeah,” Buck giggled. “Maybe we all should.”

And he remembers that they didn't. He remembers Eddie frowning and worrying that his crush– who all this was about, of course– would want him to French kiss her. He remembers that they practiced that whole day. Between runs of Rainbow Road and Bowser's Castle. He remembers that they didn’t get any better.

He also remembers another Sunday, ten years later. A house party in the summer before they left for college. He remembers his tongue in his mouth again, not so clumsy this time. He remembers his lips against his skin. He remembers the clumsiness returning when they wrapped around his dick. He remembers that fluttering in his stomach, not so hard to interpret this time.

And he remembers the girl they practiced kissing for, all those years before, waiting for Eddie just downstairs. He remembers watching the way he pulled her in– kissed her like nothing had changed. He remembers wondering if she could taste him on Eddie's tongue. He remembers thinking that she didn't deserve that.

He never talked to him again. He knows now, through Facebook and friends, that he went on to marry that girl. Joined the army. Had a son. All before Buck had even found a permanent state to live in.

Moments where the real Nikki breaks through the wish OBSESSION (2026) Dir. Curry Barker

i have barely touched any of my fics this month and i dont remember what the title for the sunday sharing thing is so here we are!! married buddie bj fic

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They've been together long enough that none of this is new anymore. The novelty should've worn off months ago, but it hasn't. Eddie doesn't think it ever will. Buck's hand is thick, firm and calloused, and it still feels just as exciting now as it did the first time. Buck dips to kiss Eddie with too much tongue but he doesn't care. It's not bad—kissing Buck is never bad—but it's rushed and sloppy, eager enough that Buck is mostly just licking the inside of Eddie's mouth. Though his mind is still half-asleep, Eddie's body is responding in kind. There's only a few minutes until they have to get up and be parents, and his cock is rising to the challenge. It won't take much, loathe as Eddie is to admit it. Buck knows Eddie well enough to get him off in sixty seconds flat (has done it before, just to prove a point) and right now he's using every trick he's learned throughout their time together. Buck's mouth trails hot, wet kisses down the column of Eddie's throat, right where Buck knows he's sensitive, and his chest. Grazes his teeth over each nipple then soothes the sting with his tongue before continuing his journey down the cut of Eddie's abs and to his waistband.