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“we're friends.” “yeah, friends kiss each other all the time, right?”

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It started - as most things did with Buck - with a joke that got out of hand. The team - family, friends, co-workers, depending on how much Eddie liked them, in that moment - had been insufferable, in those final few weeks before Buck and Eddie had gotten together, and so when they did finally get together, they decided to take a few weeks to enjoy the honeymoon phase of their relationship, to really figure out what it meant for them to be in a relationship, how it worked for them, and not tell anyone, just yet.

It had been nice, actually, to have that time just for him and Buck, to be wrapped up in this blissful bubble of happiness with his brand new boyfriend (and even weeks in, now, Eddie still wasn’t used to calling Buck his boyfriend), but now, after almost two months, they felt ready to tell people, and share their relationship with the people they shared their lives with.

Except -

Except, well, Chimney had made a stupid joke, and Eddie knew Buck well enough to know that as soon as the words ‘unresolved sexual tension’ had left the older man’s mouth in the middle of a call (which really wasn’t appropriate, if you asked Eddie), Buck was plotting his revenge. His revenge, in the end, had come in the form of not telling the others about their relationship, but hamming up the flirting and the sexual tension tenfold.

Maybe it was childish (it was definitely childish) but it was fun - was, being the operative word. Keeping their relationship a secret was becoming a bit tedious, if you asked Eddie - he was bored, of not getting to walk into work holding Buck’s hand, or getting to kiss him at the end of a long shift, always having to wait to do either of those things until they were out of sight of the station. Eddie wasn’t ashamed, of how he felt about Buck, of how much he loved Buck, and the longer this whole act went on, the more it felt like maybe they were ashamed.

He told Buck as much, and Buck, his beautiful, brilliant boyfriend, had kissed him on the cheek and very decisively said that they’d tell the rest of the team at their next shift, and they could just move on from all the secrets and silliness and be together, properly and publicly, for the first time.

Except - and there was always an except, in their lives at least, Eddie realised - Chimney decided a 7am starting time on shift was a good moment to try and push Eddie’s buttons again, and well, Eddie never pretended he was a saint - and he wanted one final opportunity to wind Chimney up before they handed the older man all the ammunition he needed to tease them constantly on a relationship shaped silver platter.

Look - Eddie knew that it had been frustrating, for their friends and family to watch his and Buck’s relationship slowly evolve, over the years. He knows that their feelings for each other were obvious, long before either of them acknowledged it with words (“The words are the important bit,” Buck had encouraged, hands gentle as they cupped Eddie’s face, close enough that Eddie could finally - maybe - kiss him for the first time. “I need you to tell me the words, Eddie.”) but they had needed the time to heal and process and get to a place where they could be in a relationship - a healthy relationship. Eddie wasn’t going to risk the greatest friendship of his life just to put an end to Chimney’s teasing, however annoying it was.

It had taken time, to get to this point - but they had needed time. Eddie sort of wished their friends understood, that part, understood that they had needed to take things at a glacial place for the sake of their friendship and for the sake of the little boy who considered them both parents.

The point was - Eddie was not going to miss an opportunity to wind Chimney up one last time.

“Kiss me, when we’re upstairs,” Eddie tugged on Buck’s sleeve, the rest of their unit trudging up the stairs to tuck into some homemade breakfast from Bobby. It was the only upside of a 7am shift - Bobby tended to go all out on the breakfast front. “And then play along with what I do.”

Buck raised an eyebrow, but nodded, letting Eddie lead the two of them up to the loft.

“Hey, look - it’s Buck and Eddie, surgically attached to each other as always,” Chimney greeted, his tone teasing.

“You’re just jealous that Hen doesn’t love you that much,” Buck hummed, sliding into his usual seat, helping himself to a heaving portion of eggs - despite the fact he’d already inhaled two cereal bars in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car that morning, creating a god-awful mess Eddie would need to vacuum later. Really, Buck was lucky that Eddie loved him so much.

“Hey Buck? Can you pass the salt?” Eddie asked, glancing at his boyfriend, hoping Buck got the message. Buck, despite his confusion, nodded, passing Eddie the salt that was easily within Eddie’s reach. “Thanks,” he beamed, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Buck’s lips, the silence that fell over the table making Eddie want to laugh, as he turned back to his own breakfast plate with a serious expression.

Buck, ever the actor, raised an eyebrow at Chimney and Hen’s matching confused looks. “What?”

“Are we - are we not going to talk about the fact that Eddie kissed you?” Hen tried, looking a bit unsure as to whether or not she wanted to open this particular can of worms. If Eddie wasn’t so committed to the bit, he might have laughed.

“We’re friends,” Eddie said, as if that was explanation enough for the fact he’d just kissed Buck in thanks at the station dining table.

“You’re friends?” Hen raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Buck chimed in. “Friends kiss each other all the time. Right?” he feigned confusion, glancing at Eddie. “We’re friends, and we kiss sometimes.”

Eddie was glad that if the army had conditioned anything into him during his years in the service, it was how to keep a straight face. He nodded. “It’s affection - for your friend,” he confirmed, Buck nodding his agreement. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Don’t make it weird?” Chimney’s head looked like it was about to explode. “How is it not weird that you two have apparently progressed to platonic kissing?”

Bobby, to his credit, though he looked like he was having some sort of aneurysm, spoke up, trying to be the level-headed one of the group. “May was telling me about queer platonic relationships, reccently,” he tried, though he did genuinely look as though he was in pain. Eddie admired that about Bobby - he always tried to be the most understanding person in the room. It was what made him a good leader, Eddie figured.

“Oh no,” Buck shook his head. “It’s definitely a thing, Bobby, but that’s not what Eddie and I are. We’re just bros.”

“Bros who - who kiss?” Hen’s confusion was written all over her face, despite her earnest tone. Eddie felt kind of bad, honestly, that Hen was really trying to understand their stupid prank - but it was too funny to stop just now.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Just - bros who like to kiss sometimes. It’s really normal.”

“And if you guys start dating again - you’ll just keep kissing in a very platonic way?” Hen raised an eyebrow again.

Buck nodded. “Our future partners would have to understand,” he explained. “Platonic kissing is a very important part of Eddie and I’s relationship, I wouldn’t want to give it up - it really strengthens our friendship, you should try it sometime.”

The look on Chimney’s face was damn near comical - if their lives were a cartoon, Eddie realised, this would be the point where Chimney’s head exploded in some hilarious, garishly cartoonish way. “You’re bros…” he mumbled, clearly trying to join the dots. “Who kiss?”

“Yeah!” Buck beamed, enthusiastic as he kissed Eddie again. “See? Nothing but friendship here, Chim - Eddie and I have just evolved to the closest form of friendship that exists. By the way, Bobby - this bread is great. Where did you get it?”

Bobby looked a little shell shocked. “It’s Athena’s mothers recipe, remind me to give it to you later.”

“Are we really just going to move on from that whole display?” Chimney questioned, and Bobby shrugged, in response.

“They’ve explained themselves,” Bobby said, turning his focus to the rest of the table. “Uh - Ravi, did you end up going to Napa on your 48 off?”

The table awkwardly returned to normal conversation, for once, the squad managing to get an entire breakfast in without the alarm going off. It was a rarity - to be able to enjoy one of Bobby’s delicious breakfast spreads without the alarm going off, and even more of a rarity to have time to spare afterwards, the team lounging around the loft before they got started on their chore lists.

“Here,” Eddie greeted, passing Buck a steaming mug of coffee. “You didn’t drink any at breakfast,” he said by way of explanation, leaning in to press a brief kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth. “I thought you’d like a cup.”

“No, I know you said to drop it, Bobby - but are we really all going to sit here and pretend that Buck and Eddie platonically making out is normal?” Chimney looked absolutely incredulous, waving his arms around comically.

“It is normal,” Buck frowned, and god, it took everything Eddie had not to start laughing hysterically.

Chimney was definitely about to scream, teetering on the edge of his breaking point. Good, Eddie decided - it served him right for being so nosy about their relationship. “It is definitely not normal!” he practically shouted. “Someone - anyone - back me up here, it’s not normal.”

Ravi looked positively pained. “Buck and Eddie have always been a little weird,” he pointed out. “No offence, or anything.”

Buck shrugged. “None taken.”

Chimney slumped in his chair. “I cannot believe the amount of bullshit and nonsense the two of you inflict on me every single miserable day of my stupid life,” he sighed, rubbing a hand across his temple. “Just when I thought you couldn’t be worse, you introduce platonic kissing into the already insane mix. I can’t do this anymore - I swear.”

An awkward silence lingered in the air, for a minute or so, and Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t revel in it - at least a little. “We’re just fucking with you, Chim,” Eddie grinned. “Buck and I have been dating for two months.”

The roar Chimney let out was unnecessarily dramatic - as was the onslaught of pillows he threw at them both - but the whole ridiculous prank was worth it for the way the rest of the 118 were laughing, Hen positively in tears as she rolled around the couch, trying to catch her breath.

Yeah. Payback was quite nice, sometimes, actually.

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