Fics like when the rain washes you clean (you'll know)

Buck’s single, to boot, so he’s probably missing it. The small touches, the quiet intimacy of doing something as ordinary as showering together. Having someone take care of him. Because that’s what Eddie’s doing. He’s taking care of him. And apparently, Buck’s dick likes that. Buck’s dick, that Eddie is still making eye contact with. It twitches, and Eddie blinks at it in Morse code. S.O.S. Buck makes a small noise, and Eddie, finally, tears his eyes away. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he bites his tongue. “Sorry,” Buck says quickly. His cheeks are ruddy, blush spreading around the rough scrapes. “S-sorry, it’s just—it’s been a while, and the cast—and, you know, I’m right-handed, so I can’t, and sh-sharing a bed, it’s—” “It’s fine,” Eddie says. His voice comes out clipped, which is not what he wants. Softer, but no less awkward, he says again, “It’s fine. It happens.” OR: Buck falls off a cliff. Eddie isn’t there to catch him, but he is there to pick up the pieces.

Fics like when the rain washes you clean (you'll know)

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