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    “Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.” 

    Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.” 

    “I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.” 

    A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.

    “You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary. 

    The room around them stills.

    Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues. 

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    06 Jul 2026

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    Eddie doesn’t just wake up in Buck’s bed. Eddie wakes up in Buck’s body.

    The universe was always going to find a way to stitch them back together.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    I fucked myself with my best friend’s cock.

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    "It's not what it looks like," Buck blurts.

    Bobby's eyebrows reach for his hairline. "So you weren't violating the one-firefighter-per-shower regulation?"

    "We," Buck sputters. "I mean, okay, yeah. We were, but we—"

    "We were figuring out breakfast," Eddie cuts in.

    "Well, next time, figure it out in different stalls."

     

    (Or: Five Times They Shared a Shower at the Station and One Time They Shared One at Home)

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    01 Jul 2026

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    "Oh fuck, does he know? Oh god please no- what if he hates me? I could transfer to-

    Buck stepped forward against the cold half-wall between them. “I could never hate you!”

    Eddie’s eyes widened as the rest of his face went slack in shock.

    No no this can’t be happening- god stop thinking about it! Maybe he doesn’t know I’m in lov-

    Eddie sucked in a sharp breath and Buck almost stumbled at the heartbreaking rush of his panic and fear, so much fear, pushing into Buck’s mind.”

     

    needlessly dramatic snippet aside, this thing is mostly just them being in love and fucking about it with some mind-reading sprinkled on

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    01 Jul 2026

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    Which brings Eddie to his current predicament: drowning in love and unable to do a thing about it, all while being subjected to his criminally attractive best friend sauntering around sans a shirt at every hour of the goddamn day.

    Morning toothbrushing? Shirtless. After school video games? Shirtless. Reading on the couch? Shirtless. Weeding the garden in LA summer sunshine? Shirtless and sweaty. Asleep half a foot of bedspace away from Eddie? There aren’t even pants involved. Existing day-to-day seems to have become a topless event where Buck is concerned, because Eddie has apparently racked up enough overdue penance for several lifetimes.

     

    or, eddie loves living with his best friend. he just really wishes buck would put on a fucking shirt

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    30 Jun 2026

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    He’s even sweatier than Eddie feels, bare shoulders pinking in the sun. His arms raised to secure the pipe stretch his torso, miles of skin dusted with golden hair. The soft pouch of his belly strains against the button seam of his jeans, firm muscle everywhere else as he shifts.
    He’s got on that stupid backwards baseball cap.
    And is hit with a wall of scent, just—sweaty man, no other way to describe it, this heady musk. Buck’s raised arms only make it stronger, pits dark with sweat as he works.