#idiot4idiot and freak4freak

[frightfullytreeish]

@ponyregrets and I are unfortunately correct

[theredrenard]

Incorrect 9-1-1 + text posts (part 35/??) prev || next

[mybuddieficrecs]

No Homo | E | 26k | @songbvrd

Eddie works out what his joy looks like enough to start making moves on Buck, but does not get far enough to figure out what that means for him. He is also haunted by Chappell Roan.

Eddie’s skull is emptier than a bag of chips two hours into a barbeque (said mostly with love and adoration... with top notes of exasperation)

[wanderingblindly]

https://www.tumblr.com/wanderingblindly/785360272392060928/discourse-over-bratty-dom-lando-we-need-to-bring?source=share

oh that kind of discourse! No, I agree there can (and should) be healthy discussions to be had from that perspective.

sorry! i just misunderstood it to be along the lines of superficial 'he would never be a dom/sub/top/bottom/etc' arguments

Hahahahaha @passengerprincipessa is the one who gets the “Oscar would never bottom!!!!” discourse despite that fact that we both write it 😭😭

[pluvioloulou]

Bucktommy are...

freak4freak

idiot4idiot

dork4dork

[whoreraccoon]

Freak4freak? Idiot4idiot? Yes, but also, ihateyourshittyparents4ihateyourshittyparents

4х04 | 8x13

[layzeal]

wangxian works because despite all their differences, they’re still the same in what truly matters (weirdo4weirdo, freak4freak, rude4rude, clown4clown, idiot4idiot)

[frightfullytreeish]

CONSIDER: buck and eddie start accidentally having really niche phone sex about how buck is in eddie's house and sleeping in eddie's old bed and jerking it on eddie's old couch etc, without either of them admitting that phone sex is what they're doing

eddie, in a what are you wearing voice: where are you?

buck, Hard: on your couch

eddie, Also Hard: oh nice

[frightfullytreeish]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Eddie Diaz's Couch (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Moves to Texas (9-1-1 TV), Buck moves into the Diaz house, Freak4Freak Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Speculation for 9-1-1 (TV) Season 8B Summary:

“So you’re just… half naked on the couch?” Eddie says at last. He could be standing in the archway now, staring at Buck incredulously - he can picture it - or, no - Eddie’s voice pitched low, shaded with amusement - or, no -

Buck’s fingertips slip beneath the elastic of his waistband.

“Pretty much, yeah,” he admits.

“Which… which side of the couch?”

“The right.”

“That’s my spot,” says Eddie.

[frightfullytreeish]

eddie, down on one knee with a bangle: will you let me know where you are the rest of our lives?

buck: that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me

instead of wedding rings buck and eddie should get matching homing beacon bracelets

[frightfullytreeish]

OOPS

Buck feels sick. Has been all day, really, all through a shift of minor kitchen fires and people locked out of their apartments. Not too much cotton candy sick but sick like the morning of your sister's wedding to a guy you don't trust. Sick like walking through the wreckage left in the wake of a wave.

It's dumb. He's being dumb. He knows he's being dumb. People's friends move away all the time. At least Eddie’s basically one straight line away. He's still in the same country; hell, practically the same time zone. It's not the end of the world.

But it sure fuckin feels like it.

So Buck’s feeling sick, sitting on the couch, Eddie’s couch, staring up at the ceiling with a half-drunk bottle of beer - Eddie’s beer, left behind in Eddie’s fridge - balanced on his thigh when his cell starts blaring Eye of the Tiger. He set the song as Eddie’s ringtone years ago, after some running joke he doesn't even remember anymore, except that Eddie hated it, but whenever Eddie stole his phone to change it Buck always changed it back. Now, in the quiet of Eddie’s almost-empty house, the tune makes Buck startle so hard the bottle tips off his leg and onto the couch, beer spilling out over the cushion. 

"Shit," Buck gasps, catching the bottle too late. He shoves it onto the coffee table and - no tissues to hand, not even a newspaper - tugs his tee over his head and presses it into the damp spot, grabbing his cell with his other hand. "H-hey, man. Hey. What's up? How're you settling in?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Eddie replies, his voice warm and steady.

It’s pavlovian, probably, the way Buck sinks back into the couch at the sound of Eddie’s voice. 

“Which?” he says.

“Both. Either.”

“I’m, uh… it’s weird without you.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Same here.”

Buck closes his eyes, tucking his cell phone in close against his ear. In the dark behind his eyelids, Eddie could just be in another room - in the kitchen, grabbing Buck another beer. Out of sight, but close enough that Buck can breathe again, for the first time since the U-Haul rounded the corner and disappeared from view.

“Already made a mess of your couch,” he says. Aiming for joking, but his voice comes out lower than he intended, and he hears Eddie’s breath hitch in his ear.

There’s a pause.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, his voice low too.

“Spilled my beer. I’m soaking it up with my shirt as we speak.”

“Which shirt?”

“Just a plain grey tee. Won’t matter if it stains, thankfully.”

The pause is longer this time. With anyone else, the silence would be weird, but - well, this is Eddie. They’ve both nodded off on calls to each other before, multiple times, or muted themselves to take a crap or eat a sandwich. So Buck waits, easy, letting his head sink further back into the couch cushion, his free hand brushing up and down his bare chest. Fingers trailing around his belly button and down to the hem of his pants, then back up again, while Eddie breathes out long and slow, and the sound and the touch combined leaves Buck’s skin tingling..

“So you’re just… half naked on the couch?” Eddie says at last. He could be standing in the archway now, staring at Buck incredulously - he can picture it - or, no - Eddie’s voice pitched low, shaded with amusement - or, no -

Buck’s fingertips slip beneath the elastic of his waistband.

“Pretty much, yeah,” he admits.

“Which… which side of the couch?”

“The right.”

“That’s my spot,” says Eddie. 

Buck’s dick twitches. This might be getting weird. But he doesn’t feel sick anymore, he doesn’t feel lonely - how could he when Eddie is right there, his voice right against Buck’s ear. 

Mouth dry, heart hammering, Buck says, “I’m keeping it warm for you.”

He hears Eddie inhale sharply. A muffled sound, like - like - clothing rustling. Like a wet gasp. Buck can picture this too - Eddie, not in the archway any longer, but standing behind Buck, no, in front of Buck, standing over Buck with his eyes dark and - and wanting.

Eddie says, “Good.”

With a groan he can’t suppress, Buck shoves his hand fully into his sweatpants. He’s already half hard and his dick jerks in his grip as soon as he wraps his hand around it. He has to squash his cell tight between his shoulder and his ear to shove his pants and boxers down with his other hand, lifting his hips up just high enough and pushing the waistband down just low enough for his dick to spring free. He’s panting - he’s panting right into his phone, and Eddie must be able to hear it, Eddie must know what he’s doing.

The thought makes Buck feel dizzy.

“Wh-what’s your new couch like?” he gasps out, squeezing his dick so hard it’s just this side of painful, his thumb rubbing over his slit in the way that’s always made him shiver. Already wet.

“It’s… uh… green.”

“Comfy?”

“Not - not bad.”

Buck’s seen Eddie sweating. He’s seen Eddie panting, after a hard workout, with his hair damp and his mouth open and wet and red. He’s seen Eddie close his eyes in pleasure, from the first sip of coffee in the morning or the first swig of beer after a long day. He can picture it all, eyes screwed tight shut, tugging his dick hard and fast - one foot up on Eddie’s coffee table for leverage and his head pressed back into Eddie’s couch - in Eddie’s house. He’s not a guest. He’s not a guest.

“I miss you,” Buck groans without meaning to. 

“Me too,” Eddie gasps back. “Buck, Buck, I miss you so fucking much-”

Buck comes with all the air punched out of his lungs, with his foot kicking out and knocking the almost empty beer bottle onto the floor, back bowed and mouth wide open and his eyes still shut so tightly that white stars flash behind his eyelids. His cell slips out of his fingers, bouncing onto the couch cushions. Buck pants and pants for air.

When he picks his phone back up again, the other line is silent. But he can hear Eddie breathing, hard and fast at first, then slower. Deep breaths. Buck opens his eyes and waits.

“I miss you,” Eddie says again at last.

“I miss you too.”

“I gotta go,” Eddie says. “But I’ll - we’ll - call me, okay? Or I’ll call you. I’m sorry. I gotta go.”

But he doesn’t hang up. So Buck doesn’t either, wiping off his stomach with his damp, beer-stained t-shirt, and tucking himself back into his pants one-handed while he holds his cell with the other. He drifts into Eddie’s bedroom and flops down onto Eddie’s bed. Props the phone against Eddie’s pillow so he can listen for Eddie’s breaths.

“I’m sleeping on your side of the bed,” Buck whispers, and waits.

It’s not long.

“Good,” Eddie whispers back.

CONSIDER: buck and eddie start accidentally having really niche phone sex about how buck is in eddie's house and sleeping in eddie's old bed and jerking it on eddie's old couch etc, without either of them admitting that phone sex is what they're doing

eddie, in a what are you wearing voice: where are you?

buck, Hard: on your couch

eddie, Also Hard: oh nice

[frightfullytreeish]

mentally I am always here

instead of wedding rings buck and eddie should get matching homing beacon bracelets

[frightfullytreeish]

they incorporate search and rescue role play into their sex lives

instead of wedding rings buck and eddie should get matching homing beacon bracelets

[frightfullytreeish]

I am once again asking why tim does not simply hire us

instead of wedding rings buck and eddie should get matching homing beacon bracelets