Buck hasn't stopped to think what Christopher is going to say about all this, about what it will do to Eddie if he has a problem with it. Buck loves Christopher - hell, some days he feels like Chris is his kid, but this... this might be a step too far.“Okay, so we talk to him after work,” Buck says, like he’s not making a mental checklist of every reason this is a bad idea.
Eddie shakes out his shirt, drawing his skin tight against the chords of muscle in his arms, before he pulls it over his head. Buck’s gaze clings to the lines of his chest, his stomach, his waist, until the shirt devours all of it. “Right, which means…” Eddie smooths the shirt and looks at Buck again, gaze a little too low before it finds his eyes. “This shift, we tell no one.”
“I mean…” Buck should …
Buck hasn't stopped to think what Christopher is going to say about all this, about what it will do to Eddie if he has a problem with it. Buck loves Christopher - hell, some days he feels like Chris is his kid, but this... this might be a step too far.“Okay, so we talk to him after work,” Buck says, like he’s not making a mental checklist of every reason this is a bad idea.
Eddie shakes out his shirt, drawing his skin tight against the chords of muscle in his arms, before he pulls it over his head. Buck’s gaze clings to the lines of his chest, his stomach, his waist, until the shirt devours all of it. “Right, which means…” Eddie smooths the shirt and looks at Buck again, gaze a little too low before it finds his eyes. “This shift, we tell no one.”
“I mean…” Buck should ease into it - get Eddie there like he did - a slow, gradual realization - but it’s so wild to him that anyone wouldn’t see it now, that he can’t stop himself. “I feel like everyone already - or, uh, they might see it coming.”
“See what coming?”
“Us.”
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Buck and Eddie try to navigate when and how to tell everyone they’re together with their trademark (lack of) finesse.
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