nudging into the crook of your partner's neck ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ
It had been a long shift. It had been a long week, if Buck was being entirely honest, but it had been a particularly long day. That was the thing, about firefighting โ it had long, long days. It had started with a structure fire that had lasted for 12 of their 24, and after that, it had been call, after call, dinner a hurried UberEats order, Bobbyโs ingredients left in the fridge for their next shift. As much as Buck loved being a firefighter, he hated shifts like this one โ felt the tiredness deep in his bones.
Fifteen minutes.
They just had to survive fifteen more minutes until their shift change.
If he sat down, Buck wasnโt sure heโd ever peel himself off that firehouse couch, so he stayed standing. It was easier.
He couldnโt help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he noticed Eddie approaching. His boyfriend โ and it had been a few weeks now, but Buck still wasnโt used to that, being able to call Eddie his โ looked dead tired, his eyes heavy with the need for sleep as he shuffled across the firehouse loft.
โHey, honey,โ Buck greeted softly, enjoying the way Eddieโs cheeks got a little pinker, at the petname. That was the joy, of being in the early stages of a new relationship โ Buck was testing things out. It was fun.
โMm,โ Eddie made an agreeable noise, wrapping his arms around Buckโs waist. โIโm so tired.โ
โMe too,โ Buck agreed. This, the way Eddie was so affectionate, had been one of the best surprises of them starting to date โ Buck hadnโt expected Eddie to crave touch, quite so much, but he did. They kept things mostly professional, at work, but with thirteen minutes to go until the end of their shift, Buck was not going to refuse an armful of Eddie.
โWhen we go home, can we just go straight to bed?โ
Home.
When Eddie and Chris had come back from Texas, Buck hadnโt moved out, and that probably should have been a good indicator of where things were headed โ and now, six weeks, a love confession or two, and several arguments about which sets of furniture to keep, they were officially living together in that perfect, sunny home on South Bedford.
โDefinitely,โ Buck agreed, and laughed, as Eddie nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck, Eddieโs arms slung loosely around Buckโs waist. โYou really are tired, huh?โ
Eddie nodded, the faint scratch of the beginnings of stubble rubbing roughly at his neck. He didnโt say anything, but he tightened his grip on Buckโs waist.
Pressing a kiss to the side of Eddieโs head, Buck tightened his own grip. He loved this โ loved getting to hold Eddie like this. When heโd realised that he was in love with Eddie, heโd spent months trying to bury the feeling, convincing himself that Eddie would never feel the same, that he could never crave this, never have this, never get to have Eddie in his arms like this โ so, sue him for indulging himself, even if they were at work.
Buck didnโt even realise he was swaying, slightly, until Hen arrived, a fond look on her face. โIt looks like heโs asleep standing up,โ she teased, her voice low.
Eddieโs breath was low, and even, a telltale sign he was definitely asleep. It was one of Eddieโs more impressive skills โ his ability to sleep anywhere, even standing up. He probably had the army, to thank for that.
โHe might be,โ Buck grinned, holding Eddie a little tighter.
โโM awake,โ Eddie mumbled, not moving his face from where it was nestled in the crook of Buckโs shoulder. โJust resting my eyes. Youโre very comfortable.โ
Buck snorted. โThank you, baby.โ
โYou two are cavity inducing,โ Hen teased good-naturedly.
Buck knew.
He was fine with it.
(Eddie was too.)
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