Save The Last Dance For Me - Buddic Fic

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Rating: T

Summary: A pastel blur waved in front of him, almost directly opposite where he and Marisol were dancing.

Buck was swaying in Tommy’s arms, his hands resting on his shoulders, lips upturned in a small, private smile.

Eddie’s heart did a somersault in his chest.

Blue eyes met brown from across the dancefloor.

The pink and purple lights cast Buck in a soft, warm hue, shadows washing across his face.

Eddie fought not to clench his hands, distantly aware of Marisol, but unable to look away from Buck, who was still staring at him from over Tommy’s shoulder, something he couldn't decipher etched across every inch of him.

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Save The Last Dance For Me - Buddie Fic

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“I’m never drinking again.”

“Me neither.”

Buck groaned, cradling his head in the crook of his arm, a wide grin still spread across his face as he watched his sister and a little banged up but elated Chimney, have their first dance.

“They look happy,” Eddie murmured next to him, their shoulders brushing together as he took a large gulp of what must have been his fifth glass of water in the last hour.

It had been a…chaotic day, to say the least. From disastrous bachelor parties to losing the groom, to the same groom being in jeopardy all when he was supposed to marry the love of his life and the mother of his child, things seemed to keep going from bad to worse.

But with the help of their family and friends, they got there in the end. Maddie and Chim made their way back to one another and professed their love officially, all beautiful and legally binding.

Eddie got a lump in his throat as he watched his friend twirl his new bride, nudging Buck’s knee as he saw the tell-tale sheen in his gaze.

“You holdin’ up, okay?”

Buck nodded, turning those bright blue eyes to him.

A familiar warmth spread in Eddie’s chest at the sight. Buck had seemed…lighter these last couple of weeks. Ever since he came out to Eddie, and then the rest of the 118, it was as if a weight he hadn’t realized he’d had around him suddenly lifted, and Eddie, honestly, couldn’t be happier for his best friend.

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Buck smiled at him.

“Not as interesting as you saving the day by rescuing Chimney in your chopper,” he quipped, nudging Tommy's shoulder.

“I don’t know, Buckley. Seein’ you in a pastel suit, even if it is a little dirty, is pretty high up there.”

Oh, God. They’re flirting.

Not that Eddie cared, of course. He was a good friend, an ally. He wasn’t uncomfortable or anything, of course not. He just couldn’t exactly explain the almost nauseated feeling in his gut at the moment. It was probably just something he ate or, you know, the gallons of alcohol he consumed last night.

“Hey, Eddie.”

His head shot up to meet Tommy’s eye, and he quickly schooled his face to something more pleasant.

“Hey, man,” he raised from his seat to shake his hand, smacking him on the back in a half hug. 

Tommy quirked an eyebrow at him, gaze trailing up and down.

“Tubbs?” he asked with a glint in his eye. 

Eddie shook his head. 

“I’m Crockett, he’s Tubbs, people just refuse to acknowledge it.”

Tommy laughed as Buck let out a groan. 

“I’m more like Don Johnson, Eds. Accept it.”

“You didn’t even know who Don Johnson was until I told you,” he shot back. “Just because you insisted on binge-watching Miami Vice all week, does not mean you get to—”

“I wanted to stay on theme,” Buck interjected. “Chimney wanted the '80s, so he got the ‘80s. I wanted to be authentic to the character. Like, what’s it called…method acting?”

“Uh-huh. Okay, Daniel Day-Lewis.”

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