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“What rumors?” Hen asks.

“Buck…” Bobby warns.

“It’s not a rumor, Buck!” Chim snaps. “No one is gossiping about you being bisexual, Buck! We all know! You told us!”

Buck’s eyes narrow. “Obviously everyone knows I’m bi. Did you hit your head on a call, man?”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU MAD?” Chim bursts. 

“Because you told Bobby that Eddie and I fooled around in the bunkroom last night and we did not!” 

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“I’ll, uh, I’ll be late, but… But Athena is already pulling things out of the oven, so…” 

“It’s okay,” Buck says quickly. 

“Still go. Please. I’ll get home as soon as I can.” 

Buck feels a little stricken by this. By Bobby’s tone. 

“I will,” he promises. “I, uh, I made a pie.”

He shouldn’t have to worry about balancing Buck and his dying mother. Buck isn’t a little kid. He can be patient. 

“Thank you,” Bobby says. “I appreciate it, and… And May will be there. She loves pie. Apple?” 

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Apple.”

“She’ll love that.”

“Oh, good,” Buck says. “I want her to like me.”

Bobby chuckles. “Buck, she already knows you. She likes you.” 

Buck smiles. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. I’ll see you soon, okay?” 

“I’ll see you soon.”

It’s not until he pulls into the driveway at the Grant-Nash residence that it strikes him that it’s his grandmother who is dying. 

Bobby manages to only be forty-five minutes late for dinner. Earlier than anticipated, all things considered. 

He feels frustrated. He shouldn’t, but he does. This is an important night, and being late isn’t a great way to start it. He feels resentful that something cut into it. Not that that’s fair. His mother can’t help that she’s dying. She can’t change her health or Bobby’s circumstances and of course he has more time with Buck than with her. And yet, it gnaws at him. She asked him again, when she’d get to meet Buck. Never, if Bobby doesn’t get to spend more time with him outside of work. Because then things will never progress! So! 

He’s being ridiculous. He’s being bitter. He’s being unfair. He doesn’t like himself when he gets like this. Unfortunately, it’s hard to keep a lid on emotions under these circumstances. 

Bobby needs to go to a meeting tomorrow. That’s what he needs. 

When he walks through the front door, he hears a peel of laughter. May’s. Bobby manages a smile. It’s a nice sound to come home to. 

“...voices completely raised by helium!” 

That’s Buck. Buck telling them a story? They all sound happy. 

Bobby walks towards the kitchen, catching the end of Buck’s story.

“So, Eddie and I walk into the store, and we see party clowns, a mountain of helium tanks, and Bobby and Hen giving us orders sounding like Alvin and the Chipmunks? No, we did not take it seriously!” 

Buck is sitting across from May, speaking animatedly. Athena is at the head of the table, between the two of them, a fond smile on her face. 

“Did you record it?” 

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He might finish in his pajama pants like a teenager, just from contact. His brain is firing on all cylinders, but with absolutely zero thoughts. He’s touching parts of Buck he’s never really had occasion to touch before. It all feels so damn good. So damn right. 

Buck shifts his weight a little, freeing a hand, which then roams down to the waistband of Eddie’s pajamas. Oh god. Eddie’s not going to get much time out of this if what he thinks is happening is really happening. 

Buck’s head pulls back. He’s panting.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says. 

As if he isn’t already. God. 

“Yes,” Eddie pleads. 

Yes, he wants to feel even better, if such a thing is possible. Yes, he trusts Buck to do this. Yes, he wants to know what it will feel like if it’s Buck. 

Buck kisses him again. His hand plunges deeper, under the elastic of Eddie’s pants. The feeling of Buck’s big, warm hand around Eddie is enough to make him moan. 

“Buck, I won’t last,” Eddie warns him. 

“You don’t have to,” Buck says, pressing kisses along the side of his jaw. 

“Oh my god,” Eddie blubbers, not even remotely able to be embarrassed. 

“Fuck,” Buck whispers. “You have no idea how hot you are.”

Eddie doesn’t feel particularly hot. Well, heated. Yes. But hot like sexy? No. He feels like a collection of oversensitive nerve endings that also happen to be obsessed with Buck. But if him just laying here and losing his mind is hot to Buck, so be it. 

“Buck,” Eddie pleads. He has no idea what he’s even asking for. Not for him to stop. That’s for damn sure. For him to never stop, more likely. For this to never end. Even though he’s certainly going to be the one to end it. Finish it. Whatever. And that point is rapidly approaching. Eddie is beginning to lose all his remaining good senses, when…

“HELLO!” 

There is a loud knock on the locked door. Yes, Eddie had still locked it last night. The kid still kind of creeps him out. 

“Shit,” Eddie curses. 

Buck stops what he’s doing. Regretfully. 

“HELLO? BUCK? CAN YOU MAKE ME BREAKFAST?”