Buck's left nipple ring from 2015

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Everyone can agree that this isn’t Eddie’s fault. He was half asleep, delirious, and his eyes hadn’t finished thawing. So when he walks into the living room and sees three identical heads of golden brown curls, how is he supposed to know which is which? One is his son, one is his other son, and the last is his best friend / soulmate / coparent / whatever the fuck they are.

Like any sleep deprived individual that has barely retained brain function from the best sleep of his life, he stumbles forward and with eyes half closed places a kiss- dramatic mwuah and all- on each of their foreheads.

As has already been established, it’s not Eddie’s fault, so when the next things he registers is a giggling 4 year old, exasperated teenager, and a fumbling 35 year old man that has turned a shade of red rivaling a ladder truck, it’s the last thing he expects at 7:45 on a Sunday morning.

His eyes are shot open when an absolute screech of joy erupts from Theo. Buck is spluttering all over himself, coffee covering his painfully white shirt and leaving what will likely be a nasty stain on the couch, and Chris is watching everything happen as he half-heartedly rubs the back of his hand over his forehead. Apparently, they were watching Sunday morning sitcoms, because a chorus of laughter pours out of the TV in perfect synchronicity with Buck lifting his head to look at Eddie with a face of pure bewilderment.

“Morning.” The single word seems to be the wrong thing to say as Chris falls into barely contained laughter, Theo starts rolling on the floor, and Buck’s eyes practically fall out of his head.

Ravi: It's cold.

Harry: Nice cup of coffee.

Ravi: It's horrible.

Harry: Cup of coffee.

Ravi: I'm not even sure if it's coffee.

Harry: Cup.

Ravi: You used to be a barista Harry this feels a little pointed!

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Eddie being pissed one day about nothing in particular and sees Buck just flaunting around the station, bending over in front of him one too many times and Eddie just snaps.

“Jesus Christ, Buckley, sit your ass down, will you?”

Buck looks at him in surprise.

“Damn, Eddie, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?”

“Oh fuck off, you’re driving me insane with all your restlessness.”

“I’m not even doing anything.”

“You know what… I spent seven grand to save your ass, you should listen to me more.”

“Wh-what?”

Chim chuckles. “Oh, you don’t know?” He asks Buck.

“Know what?” Buck asks.

“Eddie had to spend seven grand on that piece of junk car you drove home when you got kidnapped in New Mexico.”

“What?! Why the hell would you pay seven thousand dollars for that? Was that guy scamming you?”

Chim just laughs harder.

“Eddie was bargaining with him for seven hundred and Eddie heard sirens and got shifty, the guy clocked that Eddie was on the run from the police so he said seven grand or nothing.”

“And you paid it?!” Buck squeaks.

“Had to come save your ass, didn’t I?” Eddie grumbles.

“And you complained about people spending eight grand on me for the charity gala,” he teases.

“At least they got a date out of it!” He snaps. “And I know you put out on the first date.”

Buck blushes a bright red. “Eddie!” He squawks.

Eddie smirks. “Am I wrong?”

“No…”

“Exactly…”

Chim cackles louder.

“You saying you wanna take me on a date, Eddie?”

“No, I’m saying I paid seven grand for your ass, I should at least get a free dinner.”

“I feed you all the time!”

Eddie pauses.

“Exactly.”

“And what about the other part?”

“What other part.”

Eddie looks at him with a glint in his eyes and Chim chokes, rushing out of the loft. He does not wanna be here for the next bit, but fina-fucking-lly.

Buck’s eyes go wide.

“You want me to put out?”

“Wouldn’t mind it.”

Chimney: Well, Buck has a four year old now. Eddie’s at home with him and Chris. His name’s Theo.

Bobby: A four year old?! How long was I in that facility?! Did I miss them getting together?!

Chimney: It’s been a little over a year. And no, they’re still just friends.

Bobby: …Take me back to that facility. I don’t think I want to deal with this. Give me another year.

Carlos, smirking: Hope you had fun "filling" his emergency, but you're fine, dinner isn't ready yet.

Buck: So I almost got pulled over for speeding for nothing.

T.K: Remember, you can de-escalate literally any situation by just asking "Are we about to kiss?"

Buck: Doesn't work with getting out of speeding tickets, though.

T.K: Oh trust me, it does.

Enjoy some buddie bj’s

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Buck unlocked the door but before he could even get inside Eddie was on him.

Eddie left quick kisses on Bucks lips while he pushed him back until the back of his knees hit the couch

He instantly drooped to his knees without wasting a second

If you would have told eddie 5 years ago that he would be so desperate to suck dick he would have probably had a panic attack

Eddie unzipped and pulled down Bucks jeans slowly while keeping eye contact

It wasn’t until Bucks massive length popped out did Eddie break eye contact

He then gripped buck in one hand and slowly gave his member a few slow open mouth kisses on each side

Eddie needed Buck to know despite his desperation he still loved him to the core and wanted to make him feel good

Soon after Eddie took the weight on his tongue inch by inch loving in the taste of precum that the tip left

“Mmmh-“ Eddie moaned starting to take Buck deep in his throat

Bucks hips began to thrust forward into eddies mouth while his hand threaded through Eddie hair

Buck would have definitely stopped and apologized if he didn’t know that Eddie loved it

Eddie reached his hand down to palm the bulge in his pants; he moaned again

Bucks eyes snapped open “shit Eddie are you touching yourself!? Mmhm, you’re so hot baby, right there!”

He began to thrust faster

“Fuckkk baby I’m close- so fucking clo-”

Eddie pulled back but kept his hand out in Bucks cock stroking him quickly

His mouth was positioned impossibly close to the tip with his tongue sticking out desperately

Buck heard a desperate moan, he looked down to Eddie and immediately came

Eddie stroked him through his orgasm milking him till there was nothing left

“Fuck baby,” buck gasped “you’re so pretty, so good for me”

Eddie responded with wiping the back of his hand across his face and a kiss to bucks thigh

So yeah, the first time Ilya is just down and out gross in front of Shane he gets one of those hard and fast stomach bugs that hits out of nowhere. One minute he’s waking up in bed feeling kind of off, and then he’s sprinting to the bathroom and doesn’t fully make it to the toilet before puking

Now, given his upbringing, I would imagine he was raised in a house where, if that happened when he was growing up, he got scolded while sick and told it was his job to clean it up. So he’s feeling awful, throwing up, thinking that Shane’s gonna be annoyed and he’ll have to clean it quick because Shane doesn’t like mess

But Shane, raised in a supportive household, sees this and just quietly grabs paper towels. Ilya takes a second to lift his head and sees Shane cleaning up the floor. Ilya tries to say that he’ll get it and it’s fine but Shane just tells him not to worry and he can’t argue because he has to throw up again

A big wad of gross paper towels land in the garbage and then Shane is gently rubbing his back and saying soft soothing things about how he knows it’s miserable and he’s sorry Ilya is feeling this way but he promises that once everything is out Ilya will start to feel better. And Ilya is kneeling in front of a toilet, puking, covered in clammy sweat, and is hands down the least sexy he has ever been in Shane’s presence

When the dry heaving is done Shane makes sure he can stand on his own and lets him brush his teeth while he goes and gets something. Ilya is surprised he’s allowed back into bed being sweaty and gross and not sent to the couch, but Shane gets him down and settled, puts a Gatorade on the nightstand for him, wipes his face with a damp cloth, and then sits down and strokes his sweaty hair until Ilya falls asleep, curled up on his side with his face pressed to Shane’s thigh

He spends the next day sleeping, eating toast, rehydrating, and getting spooned by Shane until he feels ok enough for a shower where Shane washes his hair for him, telling stories about times he was sick growing up