Fics like need a little less talk, and a lot more touch

Buck’s close enough now that if Eddie swayed forward, even a little, they’d be touching. It’s taking everything in him to resist that urge. “Probably,” Buck agrees, looking down at him. The height difference is negligible but Eddie feels it anyway, how Buck is using every inch of it. “But I have a feeling you still want to.” Eddie should say no. Eddie should say we’re going back to the station right now and you’re going to apologize to Bobby and we’re never going to speak of this again. Eddie should do a lot of things. Eddie should be a lot of things—a good mentor, a responsible firefighter, a man with functioning self-control and a sense of professional boundaries. Eddie should not be standing on a rooftop with his heart pounding and his dick hard and his entire brain reduced to static because a twenty-six-year-old man-child with impulse control issues is looking at him with bedroom eyes. And yet. “Yeah,” he hears himself say, from very far away. “Yeah, okay.” Or, S8 Eddie teaches probie Buck a lesson on the roof.

Fics like need a little less talk, and a lot more touch

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