buck/eddie | love confessions, smut, and mechanical bulls | explicit
“I – uh, ok. This might be kind of weird.”
“You’re kind of weird,” Eddie parroted, pressing his shoulder reassuringly into Buck’s. “Tell me.”
At that, Buck swallowed. Eddie tracked the movement down his throat.
“I just kind of noticed that you default to beer, but is it really what you want?”
Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet Buck’s, their gazes meeting there in heavy, easy suspension.
“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. His mouth was dry.
“You always go for lemonade at Bobby and Athena’s bbqs,” Buck said, eyes still locked on Eddie’s, “and I know you and Karen drink so much wine when you hang out. I thought you might like something,” he paused, blinking heavily, “different.”