"EDDiiee!" Buck whined, pressing his face to the cool wood. "Your door is broken... Lemmein."
The brunette stumbled forward slightly when the door swung open.
A sleepy and confused Eddie looked at Buck.
He was wearing -that- tank top.
Nice.
Buck physically shook his head, trying to straighten out his drunken thoughts and to force himself to stop staring at his bestie's well sculpted arms.
"It's 3 in the morning." Eddie sighed, crossing his arms.
He didn't sound mad.
And that's good.
Mad Eddie would make Buck cry right now.
"I know, listen...I- I wanted to sneak in and just curl up on the couch, but your door hates me." Buck whispered the last part, giving the piece of wood a glare. "I tried my key and -everything-..." He held up said key.
Eddie took a quick look and scoffed, amusement clear on his face. "That's the key to your house." He stepped to the side, grabbing Buck by the arm to guide him safely inside. "Which brings up my next question... Why not go there?"
Buck stared at the key like it betrayed him.
It was to his house.
Damn.
"You're not there." He answered without thinking. "Neither is Chris. It's lonely."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that, huh?" Eddie replied with another kissable smile.
Buck should totally do that.
Kiss him.
Wait, his brain is sending alarm bells. Like he -shouldn't do that?
But why not? Trying to think about it was making him nauseous.
Ugh, fine, he wouldn't.
For now.
"We would not, good sir." He eventually replied with his own grin.
Another stumble.
"Everythingis better when I have you two close...And the couch is the best couch ever."
"Ditto. Maybe not about the couch..." Eddie's voice was so warm.
He loved it.
"I love you." It took Buck a second to realize that what he meant as a thought had actually left his lips.
There were those alarms again.
Eddie looked at him, his eyes going wide for a moment before they melted into a look of pure adoration. Maybe he thought Buck wouldn't remember, but there was NO way he'd forget that look.
"Ditto." He repeated, reaching up to cup his cheek and carefully plant a soft kiss to the other. "You make it impossible not to."
"So...does this mean I can sleep in your bed?"
The question made Eddie laugh, and Buck drunk it up.
"I think the couch would be better for tonight."
"Aw, but the couch sucks!"
"I thought it was "the best"?" Eddie called his lie.
"Well -not- when your bed issa option!" He defended. It got another laugh.
That was more than worth it.
"How about this?" Eddie started and Buck locked in. Well, as best he could.
"Couch tonight and, after a long conversation, my bed for -every- other night?"
Buck gave a sigh, like he actually had to think about it. "I -guess-... So, you'll just sleep on the couch with me tonight??" He asked, grabbing Eddie by the waist to pull him closer.
Again, another laugh.
Wonderful.
He was gently pushed away.
Not so wonderful.
"I'll bring you a blanket then see you in the morning." Eddie's voice was kind, but final and Buck made an exaggerated wounded look before clumsily making his way to the sofa.
"Fiiine."
