#sequel sequel

Bonjour right back at you! YES I still plan on finishing all my fics. I needed a huge creative break I guess but I'm ready to get back into it, which I will as soon as I get my laptop back from repair lol

Here's a snippet from betting on us part three anon and sorry for the wait guys

-31 days

Eddie wakes up to someone getting in bed with him.

He moves around and Buck freezes, that is until Eddie snuggles close to him and the tension leaves his body and he fully lies down, one arm coming around Eddie’s waist.

“Weren't you supposed to sleep at your place tonight?” he asks, mouthing idlesly at his skin, secretly happy Buck decided otherwise.

“I-I’m sorry, I can go-”

Eddie immediately goes dead weight on him, anchoring him down. Buck is here, Buck stays.

“Don’t be sorry. I like you here.”

“Your bed is more comfy,” Buck lies sheepishly.

In the dark, Eddie gives him a bitch please look Buck can probably see in his mind. He complained enough about the mattress under them for Eddie to call bullshit.

“Fiiiine. My bed doesn’t have you in it.”

And yeah, that’s getting tiresome and lonely and stupid. So when Eddie says, “it could,” he means it and not in a spur of the moment kinda thing.

“Eddie, ‘m not waking up Chris in the middle of the night so we can drive back to my place and make him sleep on my couch. Your bed is fine, okay? Go to sleep, I didn’t want to wake you up I just- I just wanted you next to me,” he says before he yawns.

Of course he would misinterpret. Eddie sits up and reaches for the light, turning it on without warning, Buck grumbling and blinking furiously. “Wha-”

“I mean- your bed could be at my house. And you with it. Our house,” he spells out.

Buck looks back at him in confusion. “Do you want… me to move in or the mattress?”

“You Evan,” he says fondly, because it’s so obvious Buck is already half asleep. 24h shift will do that to you.

“Are you- asking to move in at-” Buck blinks at Eddie’s alarm clock, “four am?”

“Yeah, I am- No,” what the fuck is he doing? “Go to sleep. Shit, I’m sorry, this isn’t a conversation to have now. I love you.” Eddie quickly turns off the light, feeling too hot and stupid -it’s four am, so not the time for this question.

Buck stays still in the bed -unnaturally so.

“I mean… yes. Fuck yes. But- isn’t it something you should ask Chris about first?” Buck says in the dark.

And how- how is Eddie supposed to resist this man? He finds Buck’s hands, squeezing them hard. “You have to know he’ll be happy. He’ll want you to move in right away.”

And there is so much stuff to talk about before doing that, but Eddie… Eddie wants that too. God, he has as much restraint for Buck as his nine year old son. Less perhaps.

“Yeah, that’s what scares me! What if he regrets it- what if-”

Eddie throws himself across Buck, weighing him down again. “I’m sorry I asked-” poor choice of word! “Not sorry I asked. Sorry I asked right now. Go to sleep, okay?”

Buck stays silent so long if it wasn't for the tension of his body underneath Eddie, he would think he has fallen asleep. “What if you regret it?”

That one is even easier. “You already live here Evan. You spend so much time here my neighbors think you moved in since last month. Your neighbors think you moved out, you told me so yourself last week. You cook here, you do most of your laundry here, you sleep here- it’s been going on for months. You think I wouldn't have already regretted it? This is already your house. Your home. Just- let it be Evan.”

“Okay,” Buck sounds choked up, so Eddie kisses whatever skin he can find.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Talk in the morning?”