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Buck is pretty sure he’s never been this nervous for a first date.
It doesn’t even make sense. He knows Eddie. He’s going on a date with Eddie. And even if it’s a disaster, they’ll move past it. But it feels like the most important first date of his life, and his brain won’t stop catastrophizing.
There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and then Eddie’s walking in without waiting for an answer. Just seeing his face reflected in the mirror makes Buck feel more settled.
“How’s it going in here?” Eddie asks, his arms circling around Buck’s waist as he presses into his back. “You look amazing.”
Buck grins, giving up on straightening his collar for the moment. “Just trying to keep up with you.”
Eddie hums as he presses a kiss to Buck’s jaw. “Chris just got picked up, so we can leave whenever you’re ready.”
“Do you think he’s really okay with this?” Buck rubs his thumb over the back of Eddie’s hand. “I know he said he was, but do you think he’s just saying that because he doesn’t want to upset us? Did he say anything else to you?”
“We talked for a while last night.” The breath Eddie lets out feels warm on Buck’s skin. “I think it’s complicated. He had some questions about how I knew he was gay and what that meant about his mom. But he’s also a teenage boy who doesn’t want to know all the details of his dad’s love life. As long as we all keep talking to each other, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
Tears sting at Buck’s eyes. “You’re such a good dad.”
Eddie tries to hide his face in Buck’s shoulder, but the pink blush of his cheeks is still visible. “I try,” he whispers into the collar of Buck’s shirt.
It’s so endearing that Buck can’t resist spinning around and pulling Eddie into a kiss. Eddie responds eagerly, his hands sliding down to cup Buck’s ass and tug him in closer.
“Are you sure we can’t just stay in?” Buck murmurs against Eddie’s lips. “Take advantage of having the whole house to ourselves?”
“Absolutely not.” Eddie chuckles and pulls back to kiss the tip of Buck’s nose. “This reservation was not easy to get.” His hands move even lower, his fingers pressing into Buck’s thighs and getting dangerously close to the base of the plug Buck worked into his ass earlier during his shower. It’s supposed to be a surprise—he has the connected remote in a box that he tucked away in the jacket he plans to wear—but a few more minutes of Eddie touching him like this might be enough to break his resolve.
Eddie kisses him again before pulling back and reaching into his pocket. “I have something for you.”
Buck leans against the counter and takes a steadying breath as Eddie pulls out a chain that he recognizes immediately. “Eddie, that’s your—”
“Saint Christopher medal,” Eddie finishes with a nod. “I’d like it if you wore it tonight.”
“Eddie, I—” Buck swallows. “I can’t. It’s yours.”
“Exactly.” Eddie reaches out and undoes one more button on Buck’s shirt. “I want you to wear something that’s mine, and this was the first thing I thought of that felt important enough.”
Buck feels hot, like all of his emotions are boiling over. “Of course I’ll wear it.” He blinks rapidly, fighting back tears as Eddie fastens the chain around his neck. It feels like a reminder of all the things Eddie has trusted him with—his home, his son, his heart. And even if Buck still doesn’t feel like he deserves any of it, maybe it’s enough for now that Eddie thinks he does.
“Thank you,” Buck whispers, even though it doesn’t feel like nearly enough.
Eddie smiles. “Maybe it’s a little selfish, but I don’t want anyone to think you’re available.” He picks up Buck’s left hand and kisses his ring finger. “Need something for this next.”
Buck gapes at him, not sure he heard correctly. Surely there’s no way Eddie could so easily speak into existence something Buck wants so desperately. “That better not be a joke,” he whispers, all too aware of how much his voice is shaking.
“I’d marry you tomorrow if it would make you happy,” Eddie says, nothing but sincerity in his voice as he tightens his hold on Buck’s hand. “I’m all in, Buckley.”
Despite Buck’s best efforts to lure Eddie into the bedroom and keep him there for the rest of the night, they do eventually make it into the car and onto the road. Buck is happy to drive—it keeps his hands mostly occupied, at least—but he can’t help glancing over at Eddie every chance he gets. Eddie grins when he notices, reaching over to rest his hand possessively on Buck’s thigh.
They manage to find parking fairly close to the restaurant, and Eddie keeps his hand anchored on Buck’s lower back as they walk inside. Buck leans into the touch, feeling a thrill at the thought that anyone who sees them will know that they’re together—that he belongs to Eddie. It’s a strange feeling, to have chased this kind of belonging for so long only to realize it’s been right next to him for nearly a decade.
They’re greeted at the door by a server who shows them to their table. The dining room is full, and the booth they’re seated at only provides them a small modicum of privacy. Buck bites back a smile. Eddie wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to show him off.
“My name is Joe, and I’ll be taking care of you this evening,” the waiter says as he places their menus on the table. “Are you celebrating anything tonight—an anniversary, a birthday?”
“First date, actually,” Eddie says with a smile, gently knocking his leg against Buck’s under the table as he reaches across it to link their hands. “But long overdue.”
“Well, we’re honored you chose to spend your night with us,” Joe says. “I’ll be back in a minute to take your drink orders.”
Buck grins as he looks around the dining room, his eyes skimming over the dark wood paneling and red upholstery before landing on the glowing gold chandelier hanging above them. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to impress me.”
Eddie raises an eyebrow. “What makes you so sure I’m not?”
Buck laughs, ducking his head. “I don’t know. Guess I didn’t figure you would feel like you needed to.”
“We’ve already gone out to dinner so many times.” Eddie shrugs, a smile playing around his lips. “I wanted this to feel special.”
The words settle, warm and comfortable, in the center of Buck’s chest. He’s not sure what miracle he performed in a past life to deserve this—the way Eddie looks at him like he’s something worth keeping—but [something].
“Speaking of special,” Buck says, his heart leaping nervously as he reaches into his jacket pocket. “I have something for you.” He pulls out the small white box and slides it across the table.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Eddie says, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
Buck bites down on his lower lip. “Just look at it. It’s… kind of for me, too.”
Eddie opens the box and looks inside, his eyes widening before flicking back up to search Buck’s face. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Yeah.” Buck lifts his hand to cover his grin. “Didn’t want you to get bored, so I thought I’d give you a toy to play with.”
“You’re insane.” Eddie continues staring at him, his cheeks flushing dark pink. “I love you so much.”
The pleasure of successfully pulling off his surprise swirls inside him, warm and syrupy. “I love you, too.”
A spark of mischief lights up Eddie’s dark eyes. “But are you sure you know what you’re signing up for?”
Buck nods, trying not to look too eager and utterly failing. “Whatever you want.”
Eddie runs his thumb across one of the buttons on the remote and Buck braces himself automatically, a giggle slipping out when nothing actually happens.
“I’m not giving it to you that easily,” Eddie says in a low voice as he tucks the remote away. “You’ll have to work for it.”
That’s exactly what Buck wants, of course—to sit on the edge of his seat, holding his breath while he waits for Eddie to decide that he’s earned a little jolt of pleasure. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to have an easy time staying patient.
They fall into easy conversation about work and Chris and projects that need to happen around the house, and it almost feels like any other time they’ve gone out to eat. The differences, in Buck’s opinion, are all improvements—the fancier than usual location, the way Eddie’s hand is resting over his on the table, the undercurrent of anticipation as Buck tracks the movements of Eddie’s other hand in his peripheral vision.
After a few minutes, Joe returns to their table, looking slightly out of breath. “Sorry for the wait, gentlemen. What can I get you to drink?”
Buck is opening his mouth to order the espresso martini when he feels a jolt that sizzles all the way up his spine. He yelps, looking imploringly at Eddie as he attempts to cover the noise with a cough.
“You okay?” Eddie asks, his face all placid concern.
“Mm-hmm.” Buck nods, breathing through another wave of vibrations. If he keeps his hips perfectly still, he can just about avoid pressing the toy into his prostate. “I’ll have the espresso martini,” he says to his menu, afraid to look their waiter in the eye and somehow reveal exactly what’s happening.
“I’ll have a Woodford Reserve, neat,” Eddie says smoothly, his thumb pressing circles into the back of Buck’s hand. “And a pitcher of water, please.”
“Of course. I’ll be back with those in a moment.”
As soon as Joe walks away, Buck lets out a shuddering breath and drags his eyes up to meet Eddie’s. The vibrations are intense, but it’s the hungry look on Eddie’s face that has his pants feeling inappropriately tight.
“You should pick out your appetizer,” Eddie says without sparing so much as a glance toward the menu.
“What if I don’t want one?” Buck asks, swallowing hard as he fights the urge to move. “What if I want to skip right to dessert?”
Eddie snorts. “Very subtle, Buck.” He taps the menu. “Choose something.”
Buck stares down at the slightly blurry list in front of him, muffling a groan as he finally gives into the temptation to shift forward in his seat and clench down around the plug. The increased pressure is maddening, and he wants more—needs more—but Eddie won’t give it to him unless he’s good.
“I think I’ll have the grilled mushroom,” Buck says, putting all his effort into keeping his voice even. “What about… what about you?”
A smirk is the only warning Buck gets before the vibrations ratchet up to another level. He gasps, doubling over and gripping the edge of the table. It’s too much… it’s way too much, and Buck feels like he’s being dragged over the edge of—
As quickly as it started, the toy goes completely still, leaving Buck panting as he collapses back in his seat.
“Here’s your martini,” Joe says, appearing out of nowhere to place the drink in front of Buck. ‘And your bourbon and water, sir.”
“Thank you.” Eddie flashes him a smile. Buck barely manages a nod as he struggles to keep his breathing quiet. “I’ll start off with the meatballs and polenta, and he’ll have the grilled portobello mushroom.”
“Excellent choices,” Joe says. “We’ll have those out for you shortly.”
The moment they’re alone again, Buck slumps forward and pours himself a glass of water. “I hate you,” he mutters, his heart still racing.
Eddie laughs and nudges Buck’s shin with his foot. “Regretting your gift yet?”
“Not a chance,” Buck huffs indignantly, forcing his muscles to unclench as he downs the water. “Bring it, Diaz.”
“Oh, so it’s like that?” Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow and a barely smothered grin.
Buck grins back, feeling giddy and a little dazed. “Show me what you got.”
They haven’t even finished their appetizers, and Buck is already lamenting his earlier cockiness.
Eddie has continued toying with him, waiting until Buck is in the middle of a sentence or a bite to turn the plug back on—always at a low level, and never close to enough. It feels like he’s been rock hard for hours now, and he’s starting to lose his mind.
“I think I’m going to go find the bathroom,” Eddie says casually, wiping his mouth and setting down his napkin. “If Joe comes back while I’m gone, tell him I want the fettuccine alfredo.”
The plug is still buzzing away inside him, and Buck almost mentions it—just in case Eddie meant to turn it off and somehow forgot. But the daring look Eddie shoots him as he stands up makes him bite his tongue.
“Fettuccine alfredo,” Buck echoes. “Got it.”
Eddie smiles. “Good.” He reaches out and wipes at the corner of Buck’s mouth. “Be good until I get back.”
Buck nods dumbly and watches Eddie walk away, unable to resist ogling at how spectacular his ass looks in those dress pants. Not that it’s helpful for his current situation, but some things are too good to ignore.
Almost the moment Eddie is out of sight, the intensity of the vibrations inside him ratchets up to the highest level yet. It’s impossible to hold back his moan, but he manages to partially muffle it against his fist. His breathing turns heavy again, and he can only hope that the people around him are too engrossed in their own meals to notice him pathetically panting and sweating in his booth.
Fuck you, Eddie. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Buck thinks as he leans forward to hid his face in his arms. He hates that he doesn’t hate this at all—hates that just the thought that people might be watching him makes the fire in his gut burn even hotter. What if Eddie lied and he’s hiding somewhere, watching Buck fall apart for him in the middle of a crowded room?
The possibility alone drags a loud groan out of him, and he shifts his hips forward just enough to nudge the plug against his prostate. Pleasure licks up his spine. He can’t come in his pants in the middle of a restaurant. He can’t. But Eddie has already served him a full course of edging, and he’s so close that he’s not sure the way this ends is fully within his control.
There’s sweat collecting under his collar, and Buck carefully straightens up to shrug off his jacket. He risks a glance around him, and there are definitely a few people shooting him concerned looks. Buck mouths a quick “Sorry” to a lady frowning in his direction, but then the plug somehow goes up another level, and all other conscious thoughts leave his brain.
Buck’s breathing stutters as every muscle in his body clenches involuntarily. He squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to figure out how to ride through this wave without losing whatever scraps of dignity he’s still clinging to. It’s hard to believe no one else can hear the toy moving inside him.
“Sir? Are you all right?”
Buck snaps his eyes open to find Joe standing by the table, his hand hovering near Buck’s arm. “I… I’m fine,” he stammers. “Just… I’m just…”
Joe looks over at Eddie’s seat with a concerned frown. “Is your date still here?”
Buck nods, hunching over to search for a position that won’t lead to him completely unraveling in the next five seconds. “Yeah. He’s, uh… he wants the fettuccine alfredo.”
“All right,” Joe says slowly. “Noted. But you don’t look like you’re feeling well. Do you want me to go find him?”
“Please,” Buck says with a relieved gasp. “Thank you.” He leans forward, resting his head on the table and trying very hard not to think about how much his cock is leaking.
The next thing he’s aware of is Eddie kneeling on the floor beside him. Buck lets out a low moan at the feeling of Eddie’s hand squeezing his thigh. It feels like he’s being taken apart from the inside, and having Eddie this close to him is not helping.
“Are you all right, baby?” Eddie coos, his eyes wide and innocent. “Not feeling too good?”
“I’m okay,” Buck gasps, trying to straighten up in his seat and nearly blacking out when the movement shoves the toy in deeper. Fuck. He’s not going to make it. He’s about to come harder than he ever has in his life and then die right here in Eddie’s arms.
Eddie tightens his grip and ducks his head to find Buck’s eyes. “Do you need me to take you home?”
Buck sees the question for what it is—a way out, if he wants it—but he doesn’t even consider it. “I’m sure… it’ll pass,” he pants under his breath. “Just need… Eddie, I…”
Eddie turns and says something that Buck doesn’t catch, probably directed at their waiter, before focusing his attention back on Buck. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up Buck’s thigh but still so far from where he wants it. “Being so good and quiet.”
“Please,” Buck whispers. If they were alone, he would be on his knees already, sobbing and begging for Eddie to finally let him come. But there’s something about being forced to stay still and quiet that turns the heat under his skin into an inferno.
“I’m right here.” Eddie’s other hand strokes Buck’s sweat-soaked hair out of his face. “What do you need?”
Buck leans down, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder and gripping his shirt with both hands. “Need to come,” he says, only loud enough for Eddie to hear. “Please, Eddie.”
“I know,” Eddie murmurs, kissing the tip of his ear. Just that slight touch has Buck whimpering into Eddie’s neck. “Can you make it to the bathroom? It’s not far.”
Buck shakes his head. “Can’t. ‘M too hard and… and wet.”
“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie gasps. “Okay. That’s all right. We can stay right here. But you have to be so, so quiet for me, okay?”
The only response Buck can muster is another desperate whimper as he tries to pull Eddie in closer. He can practically feel the weight of multiple sets of eyes on him, and the humiliation is more thrilling than it probably should be.
“Best gift I’ve ever gotten,” Eddie whispers, his breath tickling Buck’s neck. “Getting to see you all worked up like this. Imagine if everyone in here knew what was really going on.”
Buck sucks in a breath as Eddie’s hand slowly works its way further up his thigh, his whole body tensing under the touch. He almost cries with frustration when Eddie bypasses his cock entirely, settling his hand on Buck’s stomach instead.
“I think I can feel it,” Eddie murmurs, sounding awestruck. “God, I don’t know how you’re still holding it together.”
“Can’t.” Buck pants out a breath. He doesn’t know if it’s the pressure of Eddie’s hand or the sound of his voice or the incessant movement of the toy, but it’s all coiling tight and heavy in his gut. He’s so fucking close.
“You don’t have to.” Another kiss, this time to the skin just under his collar. “You want to show off for me? Come on, Buck. Let go.”
It’s like his body was merely waiting for permission, the way he immediately bursts apart at the seams. He bites down on the fabric covering Eddie’s shoulder in a futile attempt to keep himself quiet as his cock pumps ropes of cum into his boxers.
Eddie talks him through it, feeding soothing words into Buck’s ears that he’s too far gone to fully process. Delicious slivers of shame creep in at the edges of his mind as the eave of pleasure ebbs. Finally, the toy goes mercifully still inside him as he collapses into Eddie.
“That was amazing,” Eddie whispers. He tugs on Buck’s curls to lift his head despite his grunts of protest. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” He pours water with his other hand, lifting the glass to Buck’s lips. Despite his best efforts, most of the water misses his mouth and spills down the front of his shirt.
“Shit. I’m sorry, baby,” Eddie says, and it’s almost convincing. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Buck lets Eddie pull him to his feet. He still doesn’t feel capable of controlling his limbs, but Eddie’s arms are strong enough to keep him upright. There are more than a few worried looks being pointed in their direction, and the attention brings a flush to Buck’s cheeks.
Joe is also hovering nearby. He looks relieved that they finally seem to be moving away from the other patrons. “I’ll show you to the bathroom,” he says. “There’s a private one in the back that no one’s using right now.”
“Thank you,” Eddie says, tightening his grip on Buck as he moves to follow Joe. “Sorry about all this.”
Joe shrugs it off, although he still looks nervous. “It could happen to anyone, I suppose. But I can assure you that our kitchen is clean, and there are no issues with the food.”
“Of course not,” Eddie says as Buck snorts out a laugh that he tries to hide in Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s something else.”
They barely make it inside the bathroom before Buck is tugging Eddie into a hungry kiss, moaning as Eddie spins them around to push Buck against the door.
“Turn it back on,” Buck pleads. “I need it.” His pants are soaked with water and cum, and he’s a sweaty, disgusting mess, and he’s never been so turned on in his life.
Eddie reaches down to cup the front of his pants, letting out a breathy laugh as Buck whines. “How are you hard again already?”
“Because that was the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.” Buck tugs at Eddie’s shirt where it’s tucked into his pants, desperate to get his hands on more of Eddie’s warm skin. “And if you don’t let me come again, I think I’ll explode.”
“Is that so?” Eddie grins slyly, taking a step back. “Hands off,” he says firmly, and Buck wrenches his hands back like he’s been burned. His chest heaves as he leans against the door and watches Eddie slowly undo the buttons on the front of his shirt.
“Can I…?” Buck pants. He knows it’s unreasonable to be jealous of Eddie’s hands in this situation, but none of what’s happening right now feels very rational.
“No,” Eddie says, the word coming out a little hoarse. “Take your pants off.”
Buck hurries to obey, his fingers fumbling with his zipper as Eddie shrugs off his shirt and tosses it to the floor. The way the black tank top he’s wearing underneath shows off his arms should be illegal, in Buck’s opinion. How is he supposed to do anything else when all he can think about is sinking his teeth into Eddie’s biceps?
“Boxers off,” Eddie says as soon as Buck has kicked off his pants. He steps forward, hands hovering near Buck’s waist. “Need to see you.”
He only has time to shove his ruined underwear down to his thighs before Eddie is crowding into him, hands sliding under Buck’s shirt to cradle his ribs.
“Do you have any idea how good you look?” Eddie all but growls into Buck’s neck. Buck shudders, rutting his hips forward into Eddie’s stomach. “All greedy and desperate.”
“Just for you.” Buck breathes him in, a mix of cologne and whiskey and sweat and Eddie.
“That’s right.” Eddie’s hands move to his ass, his fingers gripping the base of the plug. “Can I take this out?”
Buck hesitates. He knows how empty he’ll feel with it gone, and he’s not quite ready for that yet. “Why?” he asks, the word sounding almost as pathetic as he feels.
Eddie laughs, soft and carefree. “Because I want to fuck you, and I can’t do that with this in the way.”
“Oh.” Buck keens forward in surprise, his cock twitching in anticipation. They haven’t done this yet—he hadn’t wanted to push Eddie into something he wasn’t ready for—but Eddie sounds like he’s never been more sure about anything. “Yes. Definitely do that, then. Please.”
“So polite.” Eddie pulls him into a kiss, grinning when Buck whines into his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you stay nice and full.”
He makes quick work of it, pulling the toy out and tucking it away in his pocket before guiding Buck into position. Buck bends over the sink, relishing the way the cool porcelain feels against his flushed skin. He wraps his hand around the medal on Eddie’s necklace, drawing in a deep breath as he waits.
He’s only empty for a moment, and then Eddie’s fingers are inside him, his other hand a steadying weight on Buck’s back. “You’re dripping,” Eddie says, sounding pleased and a little surprised. “Such a smart boy, knowing I’d want you to be ready for me.”
Buck groans into his arm. Eddie crooks his fingers and sparks explode behind Buck’s eyes. There’s an edge of pain, a reminder of the orgasm that was wrung out of him no more than five minutes ago, but it only sharpens the pleasure.
Eddie pulls his fingers out, and then there’s the fumbling sounds of a belt and zipper coming undone. Before Buck even has time to beg, the tip of Eddie’s cock is nudging at his hole. “You’ll tell me if this hurts, right?” Eddie says, his voice strained.
“It won’t hurt.” Buck pushes his hips back, his breath hitching when he succeeds at getting Eddie an inch deeper. “Please, Eddie. Please. I need it.”
“Okay. Okay.” Eddie leans down, mouthing at Buck’s shoulder. “Fuck.”
Buck tries to crane his neck around to look at Eddie. “That didn’t sound like a good fuck.”
“I’m sorry.” Eddie pants, his fingers digging into Buck’s skin. “I’m not gonna last, Buck. I’ve been on edge all night, seeing you like that… having you like this… I didn’t even know it could feel this good. I want to take care of you, but I… I don’t know if I can.”
It sounds like a confession, and Buck thinks he might be the luckiest person to ever exist. Hearing that he’s capable of having that kind of effect on Eddie—that he’s the only person who ever has? That’s… well, it’s enough that Buck has to grip the base of his cock to stave off his own orgasm.
“I don’t care,” he whispers. “I don’t care if you come the second you’re inside me. I just need to feel you.”
Eddie groans, rocking forward and sheathing his cock inside Buck with one thrust. He shudders, hands grasping Buck’s hips so tightly that he’s sure to leave bruises.
It’s perfect.
He knew Eddie’s cock was big, but he had no idea it would fit him like he was made for this. Maybe there’s some version of him that would mourn all the years they could have spent doing exactly this, but right now Buck can’t feel anything except gratitude that he gets even one moment of feeling this happy.
“I love you,” Buck sighs, his whole body thrumming with the rightness of it. “I love you so much, Eddie.”
Eddie comes with a sob. He collapses forward as his cock pulses, pumping Buck full of his cum. The warmth spreads, lighting up Buck’s whole body. All it takes is a few quick jerks of his hand to have Buck spilling his own release onto the floor.
After a few blissful, hazy moments, Buck slowly becomes aware of his limbs again—the ache in his arm where the edge of the sink digs into his skin, the trembling in his legs as he supports Eddie’s weight in addition to his own. As much as he might like to stay here forever, Eddie’s body pressed tightly against his, it won’t be practical for much longer.
“Hey,” Buck murmurs, reaching back to tap Eddie’s hip. “You’re heavier than you look.”
“Sorry,” Eddie says, sounding like he’s not sorry at all. He groans as he straightens up, his cock sliding out and making Buck wince. “You’re such a mess.” He circles his thumb around Buck’s hole once before putting the plug back in place. It’s uncomfortable now, cold and sticky where Eddie was warm and solid, but it’s still better than being empty.
“Thank you.” Buck turns around, pushing aside the stiffness in his body as he leans his forehead against Eddie’s. “That was…” he laughs, not sure he has the words to describe how he feels about everything that just happened.
“I promise I’ll last longer next time,” Eddie says with a grin. “Let’s consider this a practice round.”
“Mm-hmm.” Buck kisses the tip of his nose. “Well, if you do need some help, I might know where you could get a cock ring.”
Eddie snorts, reaching down to tug Buck’s boxers back into place. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who was begging for my cock just a minute ago.”
Buck hums, giving him an exaggerated frown. “Nope, doesn’t sound like me. Must have been someone else.”
They collapse into giddy laughter before turning their attention to making themselves presentable, as much as that's even possible. Buck’s clothes are a lost cause, and Eddie’s aren’t much better. At least they manage to get the bathroom back in some kind of order.
“Do you think they’ll ever let us come back here?” Buck asks with a grin as Eddie finishes buttoning up his shirt.
“Not a chance.” Eddie kisses him soundly, his fingers finding the necklace and pressing it into Buck’s chest like it’s a promise. “And completely worth it.”