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This is from Are You With Me?   Rated Mature.  Buddie. 27k words

I wrote this almost two years ago. This is set post Eddie Begins and before S4. It’s an exploration of Eddie’s emotional journey after the tunnel collapse while he’s begins a relationship with Buck. It deals with topics of PTSD, therapy, and recovery.

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Sex with Eddie was fast and exhilarating—like a short-fuse of a firecracker. While Buck enjoyed the passion, he surprised himself by wanting to go a little slower. He was into exploring, knowing exactly what spot made Eddie shake, what area made his eyes roll back into his head, where he could lick, suck and nibble to elicit the most intense reaction.

After a partially grueling call, Buck set out to do just that: map out Eddie’s body. Buck began moving around to suck on a particularly rough spot near Eddie’s clavicle when something about it registered oddly with his brain.

Pulling back, Buck stared at the mark. “Whoa, is that a GSW?”

Buck knew what a gunshot wound did to the body and what type of scar it left behind. He traced the fine lines of a surgical scar, fingers rubbing the puckered skin left from an entrance wound.

Eddie craned his head and watched him trace patterns with a guarded expression. “It’s from my last mission.”

Buck’s eyes widened. The mission. “I can’t believe you were shot. I mean, I knew you got the Silver Star, but I…I didn’t connect the dots that it meant you were wounded.” Buck sat back, scanning Eddie’s body with a more critical eye. “Were you hurt anywhere else?”

“I have two more to go with it. One to the wrist and one to the leg.” Eddie sat up straighter against the wall. “The latter cracked my femur. I spent some time in Germany recovering before being shipped home.”

Shipped home. Like a package.

After sharing showers and locker rooms, now his bed, how in the hell did Buck miss these? His brain started triaging the injuries in his head and it scared the hell out of him.

Buck looked at Eddie with renewed affection. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

“You didn’t shoot me, Buck.”

Eddie’s response, the dry pragmatic tone, didn’t sit well with him. “But still. It must have been traumatic. I mean….”

“It happened. I got better. End of story.” Eddie started looking around the room. “Have you seen my phone?”

“What? Your phone. Um, yeah. Why?”

Eddie got out of bed and started putting on his sweatpants. “You hungry? I was thinking of ordering a pizza.”

Buck was still trying to process the switch in subjects while Eddie grabbed his cell from the nightstand.

“Sausage and pepperoni all right with you?” Eddie asked.

“Um. Sure.”

When Eddie was done ordering, he crawled back into bed and started running his fingers along Buck’s thigh. “We’ve got time before the food arrives.”

Buck never got a chance to ask more about Eddie’s injuries after having his mind blown in an amazing, drawn-out display of skill.

An hour later, the pizza arrived.

After they were done eating and Eddie went home, Buck started goggling things like El Paso and vet awarded the Silver Star in search for more answers.