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Past the worst of the detoxing, Buck sees Eddie cooking breakfast for him one morning and realises he's in love, and tells him as such. Eddie is determined to have things not change between them. So why is it so weird, suddenly?
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“But you’re not in love with me, right?” Buck says. Not because he’s not sure. But because he needs Eddie to say it.
“Buck, I’m…you know I’m straight,” he replies, which is sort of a roundabout answer. But Buck wishes he’d said a more definitive no.
He looks at Eddie’s uncomfortable expression and regrets opening his mouth at all. “I know. I’m sorry I made it weird. I just - I couldn’t bear you not knowing. Because sometimes I think you think you’re not worthy of it, and you needed to know you are.”
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12 May 2026
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Eddie huffs. It’s respectable and masculine, probably. “You know I’m not interested in—”
“Yes, Eddie, I know,” Buck drolls. “You’re off the horse. The meat market is closed. Your dick is on Do Not Disturb. I just think the pot shouldn’t be calling the kettle out,” he gestures between them with an emphatic finger, “for bad dates. Not when the pot is, ostensibly, a born-again virgin.”
“I’m not a born-again virgin,” Eddie grumbles. “Don’t start this again.”
“I’m not starting anything,” Buck lies. “I’m watching the movie.” Another lie. Then he flops unceremoniously back down, head strewn across Eddie’s clenched thighs.
Or: Buck’s mouth moves faster than Eddie’s brain.
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11 May 2026
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There’s something about the way that whole thing went down at the bar—the way Buck looked at Eddie when that woman got their attention.
Eddie wasn’t interested; he was more than happy to make it to last call with Buck and stumble back into the hotel together, maybe have another drink in one of their rooms before calling it a night, but the way Buck looked at him… Eddie knew Buck wanted Eddie to throw his hat in the ring.
First dibs sounds awful, but it's sort of true. He’s been acutely invested in Eddie’s sex life lately, but that look.
Buck wide-eyed as he gauged Eddie’s reaction, like if Eddie gave him eyes that said No, not me but not you either, that would have been it. They’d reject her together. Continue as they were.
But Eddie gave him a different look, the one that said Go for it, and then Buck did.
As if he wanted Eddie’s permission.
Eddie has an eye-opening moment at the bar in Nashville.
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09 Mar 2026
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“We need to talk,” Buck says. He barrels straight past Eddie, who is very much still standing in the middle of the damn doorway. He turns to watch Buck pace into the room, door still open behind him.
Mildly, Eddie says, “Okay. Can we do that in the morning?”
“I have to— now. It’s urgent, Eddie. This is—this is serious, and I need to say it now, or I’m going to explode, and you’ll have to drive home alone and explain what happened to Maddie, and you’ll have to bury just—just chunks of me, Eddie. Buck chunks. It’ll be the most closed casket of all time. They’ll have to put my casket in another casket just to make sure no one ever sees me. It would—”
“Okay, hey, slow your roll—” Eddie closes the door behind him, turning to watch as Buck stalks all the way inside like he owns the place.
Or: Buck, after drinks with Dixie at the bar, is unable to go through with hooking up. He needs to tell Eddie why. Immediately.
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- Part 9 of cjo + 911
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09 Mar 2026
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Buck forces himself to slow down, take a second. Replay the last five minutes in his head. He can look at this logically, assess the facts: he and Eddie had gone out. He and Eddie had a few drinks. He and Eddie had been shooting the shit and now he’s rifling through his nightstand, grabbing for a device that keeps your dick from getting hard.
Because Buck said he’d show it. To Eddie.
or: fȯr-ˈber-ən(t)s [noun] - patient self-control; restraint and tolerance under provocation
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25 Feb 2026