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One of Buck’s very favorite things about dating Eddie Diaz has been discovering that he’s a bit of a drama queen.
Most people, he imagines, would assume that Buck is the more dramatic of the two. And he can be, sometimes, but no one gets to see Eddie Diaz like he does — guards down, pouty, and feeling entirely loved and safe enough to throw a little fit. Just because he knows he can.
Every single time, Buck is nothing short of delighted that he gets to be a witness — even if the pouting is usually directed at him.
Buck is folding laundry on the bed when Eddie wanders in. He looks up from the pair of underwear he’s trying to determine the owner of just in time to see him flop face down onto his side of the bed.
Eddie huffs dramatically beside him, wriggling unhappily to ensure he has Buck’s attention.
Buck chuckles. “Hey, baby,” he offers. “You okay?”
“‘M fine,” Eddie huffs, in a tone that suggests he’s anything but.
Buck reaches over and squeezes his ankle. “You sure?”
“Yes,” he huffs again.
And there’s a difference, Buck learned quickly, between I’m being dramatic annoyed Eddie and actually annoyed Eddie. Actually annoyed Eddie has been to therapy, and broaches topics with the kind of open communication and desire to reach a beneficial solution that would have Frank from five years ago openly weeping.
I’m being dramatic Eddie enjoys a faceplant and some good ol’ fashioned huffing and puffing that could rival Christopher on a bad day.
Buck squeezes his ankle again supportively and waits.
A few moments later, Eddie sighs deeply.
Buck bites down on a smile. He abandons the laundry and knee-walks up the bed, rolling a barely resisting Eddie onto his back and climbing on top of him. He leans down and presses a kiss to his scowling forehead.
Eddie pouts.
“You don’t even want to kiss me properly,” he sighs. Which is absurd. Buck fixes that immediately.
He kisses the pretty pout right off his face. Well, he tries to. The pout does remain.
“What else can I do?” Buck asks, running his thumb over Eddie’s browbone. “Do I need to beat someone up?”
Eddie huffs and tries to roll away. Alas, he’s entirely trapped under Buck’s weight. He also doesn’t try very hard.
Buck grabs his chin and forces Eddie to look at him.
Their eyes catch, Buck raises a brow, and, just like that, Eddie breaks.
“Youdidntlookexcitedtoseeme,” he mumbles in one unhappy breath.
Buck chuckles. “What was that?”
Eddie huffs. “You,” he says pointedly, poking a finger into Buck’s chest. “Didn’t look excited,” he emphasizes. “To see me.”
Buck blinks. Now, that doesn’t sound right. That doesn’t sound right at all. “What?” He frowns. “When?”
“Today,” Eddie pouts. “When you got home from the grocery store.”
Buck snorts. Eddie glares at him.
“Baby, I was gone for, like, five minutes.”
“So?” Eddie huffs.
Buck bites down on a grin. “Are you sure I didn’t look excited to see you?” He humors. “I’m always excited to see you.”
“I know,” Eddie sniffs. “That’s why it was clear as day when you weren’t. I guess you just don’t love me anymore,” he shrugs.
Buck scoffs. He grabs Eddie’s wrists and holds them above his head against the pillows. “Eddie Diaz,” he tuts. “Love of my life, light of my days — you take that back.”
Eddie looks him up and down. “No,” he decides. “I won’t. You didn’t even say hi, baby.”
Buck frowns. He thinks back. “I definitely said hi. I said hello to both of you. Chris was doing his homework at the table, you were making his lunch.”
“You said hi,” Eddie agrees. “But you didn’t say hi, baby.”
Trying to bite down the smile is a lost cause. He can’t help it. He just loves him so much.
“Oh,” Buck grins. “I’m sorry. I didn’t say hi, baby,” he tuts. “That just won’t do, will it?”
Eddie sniffs. Shakes his head.
Buck leans down and finds Eddie’s ear. “Hi, baby,” he whispers. Assumingly against his will, Eddie shivers. “I’m sorry. I love you. I’m always excited to see you. Will you forgive me?”
Eddie lets out a breath. Buck backs up enough to take in his expression. He’s considering.
“Why should I?” He asks, the little brat.
Buck chuckles. “Now, I know it’s no excuse,” he acknowledges. “But it was raining, and the traffic was atrocious, and the first store I went to didn’t have the bread Chris likes, they only had the floury one, and Chris hates the floury one,” he explains.
Eddie nods. “It gets all over his hands.”
“Exactly,” Buck agrees. “So I had to go to a second store, and out the front of that store there was a man selling flowers, and I thought I’m gonna get Eddie some flowers on the way out, but by the time I found the bread, which they’ve moved, by the way, the flower man was gone, and I was annoyed, because you always deserve flowers.”
Eddie hums, considering. “What kind of flowers?”
“Sunflowers.”
Eddie pouts. “I love sunflowers.”
“I know,” Buck sighs. “And then there was more rain, and more traffic, and when I saw you, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be giving you sunflowers. You have this smile you do when I get you flowers. You get these happy little creases right here,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing over the side of Eddie’s eyes, under his temples.
“Oh,” Eddie breathes, blinking his eyes back open as Buck pulls away. “But you were excited to see me?”
Buck chuckles. What a ridiculous question. “Of course, baby,” he assures him. “Always.”
Eddie sniffs. “Okay,” he shrugs. “I’ll forgive you. But don’t let it happen again.”
Buck grins. He presses a kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I promise,” he agrees. He squeezes Eddie’s wrists in his hands. “I’ll even make it up to you right now.”