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Eviscerate (verb) 1. To disembowel, to remove the viscera. 2. To destroy or make ineffectual or meaningless. *** Eddie has been disemboweled by Buck's words, destroyed into something without meaning by the actions of his best friend.

Something soft, yet firm, hits Tommy and Eddie in their faces. “No PDA,” Evan shouts. When Tommy looks at him, he’s got his arm around his girlfriend’s back, hand curled around the underside of her breast. The bonfire crackles and Tommy grins at Evan. “That wasn’t a rule, Evan,” he calls out, pulling Eddie closer to him. There’s a blanket over them, they’re hardly moving but Tommy’s cock is encased in Eddie’s body. It’s a heady thrill that has Tommy shivering in a way that’s got nothing to do with the cool mountain air. “What’s going on?” Chim asks as he comes closer, waving the bag of marshmallows. He sits next to Maddie, kissing his wife sweetly. “Why aren’t you throwing a cushion at them, Buck?” Eddie asks, a little bit breathlessly. He’s clenching and unclenching around Tommy’s cock, head resting atop Tommy’s hair. It’s easy to nuzzle into Eddie’s throat, palming his cock at the same time. *** Eddie and Tommy can't keep their hands to themselves, even if they have an audience.

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Eddie is starting to think Buck has a checklist of what he finds attractive in a woman. Which sounds insane, but it’s Buck, so it’s not out of the question. What gets him suspicious is when they’re in a bar together and a woman starts flirting with him. He’s not into her, or at least he’s not more into her than he is interested in hearing the rest of Buck’s monologue on the dodo. So he keeps turning back to Buck, but she keeps putting her hand on his arm and leaning in and asking him questions.

She asks, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Buck’s reply is flat. Eddie’s almost grateful for it, because it starts out normal. “He’s not interested.” Eddie nods. It’s true, he isn’t, and it’s nice of Buck to say it since she obviously wasn’t getting the hint. “He doesn’t like it when women wear pants.”

“What the fuck, Buck?” Eddie asks.

The woman’s already stalking off, probably to start telling the horror story of this 1950s man to her friends, but Eddie doesn’t care about her. He cares about Buck, who apparently thinks he’s a stereotype of a chauvinistic man who doesn’t think women can provide for themselves. Which, okay, Eddie did struggle with that in his marriage, but hey. That was over half a decade ago. He’s reformed. And he’s never had an issue with pants. Pants are nice! He wears them. Buck wears them and looks good in them. Not that Eddie is looking. But that isn't the point. He's not an anti-pants sort of guy and that’s what matters.

Buck blinks at him. Eddie can’t tell if he’s feigning innocence or if this is another example of him not realizing that what’s come out of his mouth is deeply inappropriate. Buck says, “You like dresses and skirts better.”

Why can’t Eddie stay mad at this man? “You do know that women can change their clothes, right?” But he doesn’t hold it against Buck. He lets Buck go back to telling him about research into dodo kneecaps and their mobility.

He goes home alone. As he’s falling asleep, a thought hits him. He does like how women look in skirts. He’d loved Shannon’s sundress collection and Ana’s pencil skirts she’d wear to work sometimes. He’s down for the count before he can wonder if he really is a 1950s relic.

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“So is your son really the reason you don’t date?” Eddie can't get Buck's innocent question out of his head. He keeps replaying it, rotating it like it'll take on new meaning. Like it'll somehow explain how Eddie's treacherous brain almost answered anyone who can throw me around.

That's gay. Eddie is straight. He's a pretty big dude. There are women who could throw him around, probably, but they've got to be rare. Certainly not Shannon. But Buck could.

Buck who is also straight. Sure, his girlfriend is invisible, but Chimney assured Eddie she exists. He also made sure Eddie knew that they were broken up and that Buck is pining worse than a Christmas tree, but that isn't the point. The point is that Buck likes pussy. And so does Eddie.

Sure, he hasn't been in contact with one in roughly two years. Longer, even. He and Shannon tried for one round of “yay! You're back and getting shot didn't kill you!” sex, but Eddie's dick stayed soft and Shannon didn't get wet, so they abandoned that plan to argue with each other about moving to LA some more.

Eddie regrets not going sooner. But how could he have? He didn't have his feet under him yet.

He should've gone. He would've figured it out.

This is why Eddie doesn't think about Shannon. When he was deployed, he got off exclusively to her. Forget the porn the other guys passed around, grainy nudes taken on bad cellphone cameras. Eddie's memory of Shannon’s body was crystal clear.

Unfortunately, his memory of their fights is also crystal clear. So even though he's reclining in his bed, his kid fast asleep and Eddie not tired yet, he's probably going to end the evening frustrated. Again.

Buck rises unbidden in his mind. Eddie had liked it when Buck got in his face. He likes the sweet, friendly version of Buck too. But he'd wanted Buck when he was snarling and snapping at him. When Eddie had thought maybe Buck would take a swing at him.

That's what he wants. A sparring partner. He wants to mess Buck up, get his fingers in that perfectly gelled hair and tug. Put his hands around Buck's throat and make him feel Eddie's strength.

Reaching for his radio, Eddie says, "Cap. We need to know what we're dealing with." There's a crackle of static before Chimney answers. "It's a facil- re-ing arou-al. The -asm and-" "Can you repeat that Chim?" Eddie asks slowly. "You're cutting out down here." The phone on the wall rings and Buck's panting, eyes glazed. Eddie feels a surge of anger that's unusual, both on the job and directed at Buck. His best friend annoys Eddie sometimes but he never makes Eddie feel near homicidal rage. Snappishly, Eddie mutters, "I'll answer it shall I?" Eddie stalks across the room, undoing his turnout coat as he goes because he feels sweat dripping down his back, even in the air conditioned room. Yanking the phone up, Eddie growls, "what?" "Eddie?" It's Chim. "The facility is researching the link between aggression and arousal. They're giving patients doses and some people feel homicidal and others-" Eddie looks at Buck. He's got a hand pressed to his crotch, face screwed up. "-Horny," Chim finishes. *** Eddie and Buck get trapped in a lab, doused in some experimental fluid that makes them need to orgasm or risk cardiac arrest.

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“I broke up with him.” It’s the first thing out of Tommy’s mouth and then his eyes take in Eddie’s form. He’s smiling, moustache-less, flushed, happy, wearing a pink button up shirt, tighty-whities, and socks. “I know,” Eddie steps back letting him in. “Buck text. He’s gone to Maddie’s.” Tommy crosses the threshold and he’s in Eddie’s space, inhaling his cologne, catching his bright gaze. A hand fists in Tommy’s shirt and he grins, ferally, as he’s pulled into Eddie’s body. Their lips meet fierce and frantic, Eddie’s mouth is hot and he tastes bitter like the beer he favours. The door slams closed as Tommy shoves Eddie into the wall, hands scrabbling at Eddie’s thighs while Eddie’s fumbling to undo Tommy’s belt. The kiss is hot and heady, Eddie’s making these intoxicating noises and it’s refreshing to have someone who knows what they’re doing with a man, who isn’t tentative or tender. Eddie’s hands grip tight and hard enough to bruise, he uses his teeth and tongue, he digs his nails in, and manhandles Tommy. *** After their break up, Tommy's the one that turns up on Eddie's doorstep. Not Buck

There’s a viciousness to Eddie’s hits today that aren’t normally present. Tommy grunts as Eddie’s shin catches him in the side. Eddie’s grin is feral, sharp teeth on display. “It’s like that, is it?” Tommy asks, panting. They’re both sweating, the gym is stuffy and the air stifling. Eddie feints to the left and Tommy’s knuckles find that soft spot just under his sternum. Eddie’s breath puffs out of him and they dart away from each other while Eddie recovers a little. Eyeing him, Tommy sees the tension he’s holding in his body. There’s a strength to Eddie that Tommy loves. He’s muscular and quite often he holds back when they spar but not today. Right now, in this boxing gym, instead of Tommy’s garage, Eddie’s brutal. He’s magnificent. Tommy wonders if this is the Eddie that turned into a street fighter. If it is, Tommy’s glad he didn’t know Eddie then because he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from falling to his knees to swallow Eddie’s cock down. *** Tommy and Eddie's sparring session at the gym leads to more.