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“You can’t really make yourself come untouched,” Eddie scoffs, hands impatiently finding the notch of his hips, eyebrows hitching up in bewilderment. When Buck is too silent for too long, Eddie adds, “can you?”
And Buck just— smirks, ducking his head away bashfully, pink tongue poking out through perfect teeth. Eddie flushes violently at the boyish grin, warmth and goosebumps flooding his skin like the spread of a wildfire. Wild, untamed and dangerous.
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21 Sep 2025
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“What do you even do at a sex party?” Eddie asks, his tone taking on a slightly breathless quality as Buck presses soft lips over his throat. He laughs at himself and tacks on, “I mean, aside from the obvious.”
Buck huffs in amusement, and the air blows out over Eddie’s collarbone, hot and moist. “Hey, it was a classy affair. She really knows how to throw a party.”
Eddie hums and scratches one encouraging hand into his scalp, and the top of his spine starts to buzz pleasantly. “Tell me about it,” he says seriously.
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Buck and Eddie go to a sex party. Buck isn't exactly the sharing type-- but he's not above a little showing off.Series
- Part 2 of wet & wilder
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21 Sep 2025
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Buck drops to his knees on the harsh, unforgiving tile of the kitchen floor, and he prays that Eddie follows him into that dark, depraved abyss.
“Fuck,” Eddie mutters, hand still firmly planted on Buck’s shoulder. His other hand drops to Buck’s other shoulder, fingers digging in tightly, white-knuckled and clinging. Buck blinks up at him, slow and dreamy, chest heaving and mouth dropped open. His face is flushed red, open and vulnerable, and he tries to convey everything with just his eyes: tell me to stop. Tell me I’m making a fool of myself. Tell me to get up and I’ll listen.
Eddie’s expression screws up, eyes squeezing shut, and he frantically nods, encouraging Buck with a two-handed squeeze.
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21 Sep 2025
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The grief knits around them like vines, entangling the love and the sorrow and the empty space left behind in their family. If the 118 was a family tree, then Bobby would’ve been the sturdy trunk, every life he touched one of the thousands of roots branching out below him.
They probably branch out forever, Eddie thinks. Infinity in all directions.
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It’s a warm evening in Texas when Eddie learns that Robert Nash is dead.Bookmarked by MadameQuack
19 Sep 2025
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“Eddie, you’re scaring me,” Buck says in the quiet of the room. “Do you-- do you know what day it is?”
“Friday,” Eddie answers, tongue thick like his throat is stuffed with cotton.
“Yeah,” Buck confirms. “And-- do you know my full name?”
Eddie swallows. “Evan Buckley,” he says definitively, but--
He finally turns to look at Buck’s face, and it’s like he’s waiting for Eddie to keep going. Like Eddie had gotten it wrong. Buck’s face melts, his brows pinched together, and Eddie--
He doesn’t know what the hell is going on.
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Eddie loves every version of Buck. And Buck? Well, he’s starting to realize every version of Buck loves him right back. If only Eddie could get back home to tell him that.
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