Fics like let me hear your body talk

Buck comes into the kitchen fresh off a run, his gray t-shirt soaked with sweat at the neckline, under his armpits, the fabric sticking to the small of his back. Eddie is sat at the table going through the mail and he watches as Buck crosses the room, his long legs in short shorts, the tattoos on his thighs and shins shifting. He gets to the sink, not even bothering to find a glass, ducking his head to stick his mouth under the faucet and the brim of his snapback bumps awkwardly against it. He halfway straightens, swiveling the cap round on his head and bends back down to take a drink. He looks like a teenage boy, some jock back from practice, gripping the edge of the sink, water dripping down his chin as his mouth works under the stream, his throat bobbing, unaware of Eddie staring. His thirst suitably quenched, Buck stands, turning as he smears the back of a hand over his mouth, droplets splattering on his chest, and Eddie is struck dumb by the sight of him.

Fics like let me hear your body talk

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