#evan buckley be more comfortable in your own skin challenge

[onward--upward]

there's no getting away from yourself

Buck/Eddie, 1.8k, rated T || read on ao3

“Come to Weho with me.”  Eddie blinks up at him in surprise. “What?”  To be fair, it's a complete non-sequitur — it’s 7am, their shift has just started, and Buck, full of this restless energy he still can’t shake, has thrown himself onto the couch where Eddie was drinking his coffee, and made his request.  “Weho,” he repeats. “You know, West Hollywood. The — you know. Where all the queer bars are.” He still feels, strangely, like that’s a word that isn’t for him, which is really the entire fucking problem.  Eddie blinks at him again. It’s still slightly jarring to see him clean-shaven. Buck’s eyes keep getting caught on his upper lip. “I know that,” he says. “Why don’t you get Hen to go with you?”  There a half-dozen different answers to that question. He reels them all off in his head: Hen is married, and Hen just got her family put back together. Hen doesn’t even really like clubs, and Hen is too much like a big sister to be a proper wing-woman. But the truth of the matter is that Buck just hadn’t thought to ask her. “It’ll be fun,” he says, instead of answering. “You know, you’ve — you’ve been wanting to get out more, and Maddie is going to murder me if I bake another loaf, and I — I just need —” To prove something, his brain fills in, but he can’t say that out loud, because he knows it’s stupid.  Unfortunately, Eddie seems to have filled in the blanks in a different way. “I’m not going to a gay bar so that you can have rebound sex,” he says.  Buck flushes. “That’s not what I meant,” he says.  Eddie’s eyebrows do that fond, exasperated tilt that he seems to reserve for Buck. “What did you mean, then?”  And before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “Am I still bisexual if I don’t have a boyfriend anymore?”  It lands heavily in the morning quiet. Eddie puts down his coffee. 

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[littlechivalry]

Eddie Diaz, Pervert

Buck has put on some weight

Eddie likes it

- inspired by the bts scenes with just a little tummy

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Eddie has always known Buck is hot. It's a given. The sky is blue, the grass is green (sometimes brown, it's been a dry summer), and Evan Buckley is almost unreally good looking.

He never planned to do anything about it.

But Eddie had never been challenged like this.

According to Buck it was the 'best break up I have ever had' and Eddie could tell. Buck was single again but instead of carrying the load of gloom that had accompanied his past break ups he seemed lighter. Emotionally, at least.

Physically was a whole different situation. And very much the source of Eddie's current torment.

While Tommy and Buck were dating Buck had gotten comfortable with himself. He no longer obsessively tracked his body fat and the cut of his muscles. He was still strong, firefighters had to be. And he was still in shape.

But he was softer now.

And it was driving Eddie crazy.

He had never been a biter, it wasn't his thing. But something about the thin layer of fat that had overlaid Bucks muscles, the signs of someone well fed and hydrated, someone who was rested and happy-- had taken Eddie's breath away.

Still firm and muscular, but thicker. All over. But Eddie's fascination was centered on Buck's tummy.

And his teeth itched.

Still, Eddie thought he was covering it pretty well.

"Put that look away, we're at work," Hen hissed at him.

Eddie felt his shoulders drop and he leaned his forehead against the bus. "I could put in the work," he muttered, watching as Buck took off his turnout jacket. His shirt pulled loose from his pants exposing a strip of his stomach and Eddie groaned at the flash of tan skin.

"Damm, you got it bad," she laughed.

"I could give it--"

Hen's glove covered hand plastered over his mouth cut off the rest of his sentence and Eddie could only be thankful for the reprieve.

"Be cool, Eddie."

It was only after Eddie nodded that she took her hand away. He was able to keep his thoughts on the inside for a few hours, but after the others had gone to get some sleep, he found himself stuck.

Eddie was standing at the counter, debating another mug of coffee. He didn't even want one but he was bored and it would at least be something to do.

"If you drink any more coffee you're gonna keep me up all night," Buck murmured against Eddie's ear.

Eddie had heard Ravi talk about 'blue-screening' and he didn't understand what that meant.

Until now.

"Eddie," Buck said, now pulling away. "You okay?"

Before Buck could move too far Eddie spun around until they were facing each other and they were so close.

Too close.

Eddie tried to shuffle back but the counter behind him wouldn't let him move. He was frozen in place, trapped as Buck raised a warm hand and pressed it against his forehead, then around to the back of Eddie's neck.

"You don't feel hot," Buck said.

Eddie, in some fit of horny-induced lunacy pressed his own hand against Buck's pec and said, "Now, I do."

Buck looked confused and it was the perfect moment for Eddie to take his hand off and make a joke. And he wanted to. But his hand had somehow fused to the worn cotton material of Buck's shirt. He tried to pull his hand away and only succeeded in moving softly, carressingly, over Buck's chest.

"Eddie," Buck said softly, "What are you doing?"

Eddie shook his head. "I'm losing my mind, I think."

Buck stepped back and Eddie fought the urge to follow him. There was a heavy concern in those deep blue eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to call Frank?"

Eddie laughed. It felt oddly bitter in his mouth. "No. No. Hey, I'm fine." He turned and moved past Buck, walking away from the counter. "I'm gonna go splash some water on my face, cool down a little bit." He jogged down the stairs and headed for the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Eddie could barely meet his own eyes. This was getting embarassing.

"Get it together," Eddie muttered to himself. "That is your best friend. Not-- not some piece of meat." He glared down at his own crotch. "You need to chill out. This is not cool."

Eddie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He's known Buck for years, probably been attracted to him almost the whole time, so why was it a problem now? Yes, that was a weird interaction but he could brush it off as fatigue or something.

It was fine.

Well, he could pray on it. God knows it wouldn't be the first time he asked the saints to help him hide an awkward boner.

Eddie took another breath and opened his eyes.

Reflected in the mirror was Buck. Holding a mug in one hand and his shirt in the other. Bare chested and beautiful even under the fluorescent light of the bathroom.

"Man, Bobby's new milk frother does not play around. I made you a fancy cocoa -- Eddie, are you okay?"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie swore, meeting his own terrified gaze in the glass and watched that fear transform into confidence and a ravenous heat. "This is too much. I give up."

"Give up on what," Buck said, a concerned edge to his voice.

Eddie turned around and walked towards Buck. He felt like a tiger, like he was stalking the man to hunt, to devour.

His teeth itched.

Buck calmed down for a moment, not afraid anymore, then he grinned.

"Eddie? Is this--?"

Eddie felt like he traveled miles from the sink to the door but in truth it was only a few steps before he was standing in front of Buck.

Buck opened his mouth to say something but Eddie never gave him the chance, pressing a hard kiss into Buck's plush lips. Eddie heard Buck groan against him and that only made him delve deeper. He heard a low thunk as the mug fell out of Buck's hand but then those hands immediately clutched onto Eddie's back, pulling him closer. And all thoughts were swept away.

Eddie's own hands had run up over the dense muscle at Buck's waist and the indents of his ribs, his shoulder blades, to sink into the curls at the back of the other man's head.

Eddie thinks if he kissed Buck hard enough he could somehow climb inside the other man and live, safe and warm and loved, forever. But then firm hands were on his chest and pushing him back. Eddie stopped, pulled away. He untangled his fingers from Buck's hair and wrapped them around the hem of his own shirt somehow pulled free from his pants in their frantic scrambling.

Eddie felt himself panting harshly. He looked up to see Buck's chest, still bare but now shining with sweat, heaving with his own breaths. He didn't dare look higher, not sure what expression he would see on the other man's face.

"Eddie... I'm not... I'm not saying no," Buck said softly. "Just-- what is this? To you?"

Eddie opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had never known what to say, always let his actions tell the people he loved how he felt but they had already kissed and -- "I want to bite you," he blurted, finally.

A firm hand settled under his chin, lifting his head until he was looking into Buck's wide grin.

"You want to bite me?"

Eddie nodded, only a small movement but he could feel the strength in Buck's grip.

Buck slid his hand until it was cupping the side of Eddie's face and he was helpless to resist the gesture, leaning into that warm caress.

"That's pretty aggressive for a first date but I could be persuaded."

Eddie scoffed. "We have been dating for six years. There are more of your clothes in my closet than in your own. I gave you a son. You're lucky I'm not proposing right now."

Buck laughed, loud and bright and with the edge of tears in his eyes. "Oh my God, you're right. Forget the proposal, I think we might actually be married."

"Yeah," Eddie said. "Now can I bite you, or..."

"Oh," Buck said. He stepped forward into Eddie's space. "You're gonna bite me? What if I wanna bite you?"

Eddie stepped back, watching as Buck moved forward after him. "We can take turns?"

Something in Eddie wanted to run, wanted to see if Buck would chase after him, what might happen when he was caught.

He saw a light in Buck's eyes that made him think the other man might be having the same thoughts.

Eddie kept backing up, letting Buck follow him, until he was pressed against the cool tile wall.

"The bathroom, Eddie, really," Buck murmured, leaning forward until his lips were barely a breath away from Eddie's own.

"Would you prefer the storage closet," Eddie replied before nipping lightly at Buck's mouth.

"I would prefer you did this at home," Chimney said, flatly.

Buck pulled back, turning on his feet and almost falling over. Eddie lunged away from the wall to help keep him on his feet.

"Uh," Buck said before turning to look at Eddie.

Eddie looked past the other man. "Hey Chim. We're still on shift for a while actually so we have to stay here. If you could just give us about ten minutes?"

Buck gasped and Chimney cackled.

"Ten minutes, Buckaroo? Wow, a little embarassing."

Buck squawked.

Whatever he was about to say was drowned out by the alarm. The three men moved towards the door, Buck stopping on the way to pick up his shirt from the floor where it had fallen and pull it on in one smooth motion.

Hen was already standing next to the ambulance. As Chimney broke off to join her Eddie could hear the other man whisper-shouting. He expected there would be gossip flying around the station by the time they got back but as he watched Buck bend over to pull on his boots Eddie couldn't bring himself to care.

"Hey, Buck," Eddie called, "Raincheck?"

When the other man looked up Eddie snapped his teeth at him.

Buck turned back to his gear but not before Eddie watched a hot red flush bloom on his cheeks. Even over the clamor of the alarm and the crew getting ready to roll out Eddie heard Buck mutter, "Jesus Christ."

[halinski]

I have a lot of feelings about Buck, like don't even ask, I will never be able to put it into words or anything other than abstract feelings in this world

I just know this, Eddie loves Buck and Buck is ace and Taylor is a relapse ✌️

"You've been shutting me out."

It's ironic, Eddie thinks, that these exact words come now 20 minutes after the black out, which felt like maybe the world had shut down. They were stuck mid rescue in an elevator and well, the world had been such a whirlwind since he'd been shot, and this emergency and that- but now it had stopped. And they'd succumbed to their fate, sat down on the dingy elevator floor, bathed in a red back up light, the building silent around them. Out there, somewhere, a siren rang, and Buck sighed.

It was deep and heavy, like he was Atlas lifting the world off his shoulders for a break, something like relief, like that first deep shuddering breath when your lungs finally recovered from a run. It was way too heavy for a young man, barely thirty, who was finding himself. Eddie knew that Buck had been fighting lately. Mostly himself, but also his parents and past, and pushing past the boundaries of life that had been set around him. Then there was the shooting and Buck had truly been nerve-wrecked, Eddie was far from blind, and hell, he'd been a little preoccupied with figuring himself out, and recovering, letting go and paving the way for a future with no regrets- but he'd seen Buck. It was harder to look away at this point.

But he had, because the world had been spinning and Buck had been putting enough pressure on himself, becoming an uncle, and taking care of Chris with full abandon, and therapy and... Taylor. Eddie hadn't wanted to push too hard.

Now that they were here though, just the two of them...

Buck's looking at him, that irritated lost puppy stare, vulnerable and defiant all at once, like Eddie was the first to venture into certain spaces that made up Evan Buckley. It was a deliberant choice, at this point. Back in the beginning, he'd just reached out a hand and had been surprised to find an anchor to the world he'd never knew existed, and now he ventured further deliberately.

It hadn't been a question, and even so Buck looked ready to fight him, a last defensive wall, before he caved and those murky blue eyes dropped away. Full submission.

Eddie waited, opening up the room and hoping for his partner in crime and rescue to fill it and yet... Buck only shrugged weakly.

"Things have been..." He started half-heartedly, losing motivation half-way through and concluding with a disheartened, "busy." Eddie watched him busy himself with the callouses on his palm, picking and rubbing, as if he could erase the last few weeks of running himself ragged.

There had definitely been a lot less mentions of calls to Dr. Copeland lately, a lot of unfocused Buck, who was making himself smaller, less noticeable and quieter. Not that he was actually quiet, Eddie knew Buck could fill the building with vibrance for the benefit of everyone around within the blink of an eye. But his true emotions dwindled, where they'd slipped out before in shadows of an action, or an obvious plea hidden in drowning eyes - now he was more... Calculated.

And even now, Buck lifted his head again under Eddie's scrutiny in square-jawed surrender as if that was that to this conversation, there was nothing more to be done.

Eddie was not convinced. They'd gotten way too far, the two of them, to slip back down to the trenches in this mud slide. Eddie had found solid footing in his own world, and he was unafraid right here, under private eyes with the one person in the world he trusted most. Solid enough that he could stare right back at the nervous energy Buck was holding back and dare it.

What are you so afraid?

A question he had asked himself many sleepless nights, especially after Carla's little "follow your heart" speech, after he'd laid in bed, heart racing, hearing shots and all he wanted had been to-

All he'd wanted was safety, and he could've kept lying to himself, could've deliriously shouted at the universe that he didn't know where he could ever feel safe again, and yet his own body and heart had long gone betrayed him that day in the hospital just before he'd walked out, explicitly stating that he had signed his heart off to Buck a year ago. He couldn't even call it betrayal, because there wasn't a single cell in his body that doubted his decision, that doubted Buck. He just doubted... Himself.

And maybe that he'd be enough for Buck right now, still. He was so far from his best self, and yet better and more stable than he'd ever been. So he sat and he stared back, arms resting easily in his lap, and challenged.

"Why do you keep going back to her?"

Goddammit, Eddie, way to sound like the most jealous jerk in the world.

Buck winced, eyebrows seeming to ask 'really?' and 'what do you mean?' all at the same time and then shrugging again.

"Taylor?" He asked simply, biding time probably.

"Yeah," Eddie assured, the hum of the emergency light their only company as he waited for Buck to reply.

"She's the only one who really wants me," he said, but the tone of his voice wasn't right. Unconvinced. The admission to easily offered to ring true.

Eddie can't stop the snort of disbelief from escaping him. From all that he's heard about the rust-haired reporter... He couldn't imagine what Buck saw in her. He'd seen the effect of her words on him, saw Buck fall in line behind her with a bowed head, saw how the hurt now flared in Buck's face at his open faced challenge to that statement.

A part of Eddie wanted to grab Buck by the face and scream at him, can't you see?!

You're wanted whole-heartedly by me.

But Buck wasn't his to love yet, not really.

"Look, I don't know what you see on the outside but... She wants me. She chose me and I- what more could I ask for, you know? I'm... I'm working on it. On myself. And for now- this is it," Buck said, rattling it down like he was trying to work it into a checklist.

Eddie just wanted to know what 'it' was supposed to mean. But he nodded, because in a way it did make sense. The same way Ana had made sense, even though she absolutely didn't and he was glad that was over and he could laugh over that foolish affair now.

People had questioned his change of heart when he broke up with her during recovery, but when they'd realized he truly wasn't heartbroken and backsliding, they had taken it in full stride. A little misstep, no great scars taken (well except for the new bullet hole in his shoulder but that didn't really have anything to do with Ana, it just happened to be a part of the same journey heading toward a joined destination) and here they were at a pit stop.

The silence simmered between them, just somewhere right before the cliff, staggering before the precipice toward their comfort zone. It had always taken a little leap from both sides to get them to where they were today. Buck usually happens to fall into his without thinking much, just because he was ready to throw himself in dangers way or alternatively, rushing in out of sense of duty, and making it seem so, so very easy. The way he had walked into Eddie's house and kitchen, stepped right into his space and said: 'i'm here and I'm owning my mistakes because you're worth it' or something of the sort. All Eddie remembered was the care and the genuine emotion he'd felt and... The realization that he'd finally found home.

"It just feels like... You smile less when it comes to her." Eddie still did't really want to say her name. He wasn't about to go out blaming Taylor for all the times Buck was sad- it was just an observation. It took a lot to get Buck to giving up his smile. He hated that Taylor accepted a watered down version of him; bright, bold, and boasting Buck.

"Do I?" Buck asked, a furrowed crease appearing between his eyebrows, truly confused.

Eddie nodded.

"Relationships are always a compromise," Buck offered with a half-hearted twitch of his shoulder. "You know me. We're both pretty stubborn. We butt heads."

Buck flicked his wrist for a useless gaze at his watch. It made them none the wiser about the state of their rescue.

"Yeah, I know you," Eddie retorted gently. "Though, you do tend to have a point."

He could come up with a million examples. Eager, always ready to show up and make it work, Buck. How many times had he burrowed himself into Eddie's skin already with truths that stuck like thorns until Eddie accepted them into his bones.

All he wanted was to return the favor

The man granted him a small, crooked smile. It was crazy how much so little could mean to one person. Desperate, wounded, isolated Buck.

How Eddie wanted to tell him explicitly 'dont do what I did, kid, don't fall back into and habits at first chance just because you don't think you're worth anything else'- there were reasons why it didn't work in the first place. He'd learned the exact same lesson with Shannon. And God, the way Eddie had dragged Buck with him back then, for safety, as he had ranted to him and searched for the answers, only to make the same damn mistake.

That wasn't his life.

And Taylor wasn't Buck's. And Eddie knew this.

Knew from what Buck had told about her the first time she had been around, and from all that Eddie had heard about Buck's relationship to sex. It had turned into a joke at the station, oh, Buck and his self-diagnosed sex addiction, but Eddie recognized that worried little steeple on Bobby's forehead when he reminded everyone that that one therapist wasn't licensed to work for them anymore. But it went way deeper, didn't it?

Eddie knew about self-destructive behaviors. Not intimately. But he'd learned a lot about PTSD lately and adjacent behaviors. Buck and sex was a self-destructive bomb if he'd ever seen one.

And it was no coincidence that Taylor and Buck's relationship centered around physical intimacy.

Buck showed up where he was wanted or needed. They all knew that.

"Just... Make sure you get what you want too," Eddie said. "Put yourself first."

Cue the bewildered, insecure facial expression. Now and then Eddie wished he could hide Buck from the world. Shield him. For now all he could do was stand by.

"Because you'll always be wanted. Make sure the reasons are right for you. It has to be good for you."

And Eddie wouldn't be leaning so far out the window if Buck were to look him in the eyes and say 'nah it's not like that' but all he did was get quiet. Eddie couldn't leave him sitting like that, rearranging himself to stretch his legs out before they fell asleep and casually leaning his shoulder against Buck's.

"You're a good guy, Buck. You deserve only the best.

If you wanted Buck to hear you sometimes you had to get straight to the point.

Maybe one day Eddie could conquer his fear and say what he really wanted to say.

When they were both ready.

[indiguus]

first lines of last 20

@stellarm tagged me. i got a feeling it'll be a bunch of very short simple sentences for first lines. 😅 btw, i'm skipping those ficlet collections. guidelines: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all.) choose your favorite opening line, tag some friends!

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20. why don't you kiss me? [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] After months of hellish training and strict diet, Buck got into the best shape of his life. And more importantly, he got his spot on the LAFD firefighter calendar. Some might think it vain but he felt accomplished -- challenging himself and succeeding with discipline he didn't even know he was capable of. Nobody could take this victory away from him.

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19. floating [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] "I'm going on a coffee break!" yelled Buck, without turning his head as he stepped out of the tent.

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18. speeding [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] It was a small sip of wine that Buck almost choked on. If it was to happened it would be a great deal more embarrassing than getting choked by a piece of bread. And yet across from him, Maddie reacted like this was well within the confine of her expected outcomes when those words left her lips.

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17. fighting [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] It was a regular medical call for the 118. Hen & Chim was treating a woman for dehydration and what appeared to be a severe migraine attack. Buck was distracting the woman's 5 year-old daughter trying to keep her calm.

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16. feasting [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] "Mi querido, Evan!" Buck was spotted the moment he walked and immediately got pulled into a tight hug, as the restaurant owner ambled over to him. Without missing a beat, he guided Isabel over to a nearby empty booth to sit down, with a hand on her elbow and settled himself opposite her.

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15. cleaning [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] Buck wasn't a sloppy guy. He put a lot of effort into keeping his apartment clean and comfortable, because after a 24-hour shift he would like a clean bed with fresh sheets to pass out in. Or maybe a comfortable couch with no crumbs to pass out on after 6 hours of Fortnite.

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14. soaring [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] Evan Buckley did not like to fly. No matter what the statistics said, he did not feel comfortable stuck in a metal tube floating thousands of feet above the ground.

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13. Can we not rewrite our history? [9-1-1, Eddie/Buck] "What the fuck are you doing here?" Buck growled low, once everyone else cleared out of the locker room after Bobby introduced Eddie to the team, with Buck's back facing outward and his head seemingly stuffed into his own locker.

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12. ko `u `uhane [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] "Could you tell the story again please, Danno? Pleeeeeeeeease?" Even with Danny's resolve, it was impossible to give in to Grace's pleading accompanied by her earnest stare.

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11. Quiet [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] In contrast to Danny, Steve didn't make much noise. He wasn't quiet but neither was he talkative. Utilitarian, one might even categorize Steve as when it came to spoken words – unless he was arguing with Danny. In the physicality sense, Steve carried himself with a feline grace gliding between spaces without making much sound. And when he stood up to or someone, he would become a towering 12-feet thick steel reinforced concrete wall – imposing, unmovable, and most of all silent.

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10. The Menace [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] If anyone asked, Danny had a well rehearsed presentation about his partner completed with visual aids if required.

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9. Solus [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Car ride with Danny was many things -- entertaining, frustrating, or aggravating. Boring though, it never was. Nor was it ever quiet.

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8. Boxed [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] It took Steve hours after the fact to realize. There was a game on the TV for background noise, as Steve sat down to process the day's events while having a Hapa Brown Ale. It was unfair to compare the hand-to-hand combat skills between Danny and him, but Danny could fight with the best of them and Steve had unadulterated faith in Danny having his back. Normally Steve would be too engaged in subduing other perps to observe Danny, though today was different.

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7. Agreement [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Freddie tilted his head back eagerly exposing more of his neck to Danny, silently begging for lips, tongue and teeth, at the same time Danny's two well-lubed fingers breached him. It was a deftly practised dance for them, this familiar foreplay. With the tip of his tongue, Danny traced the often traveled path from clavicle up to earlobe humming softly while savoring the salty tang of Freddie's skin.

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6. Frayed [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] His body and his story keep moving forward. There is no stopping or slowing down. However that inhale of air filled with slightly spicy musk has been locked away in the sensory vault in the deepest recess of his mind. That moment in time, a pair of strong arms embracing him before he left the tiny motel room, propels him forward and gives him the will to survive.

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5. When I Climb the Stairs and Turn the Key [Stargate SG-1 & Stargate Atlantis, Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard] "I'm too old for this shit," Jackson muttered from his crouched position behind a nearby boulder. Cam shot him an exasperated look while spears, arrows and darts continued to rain down on them. Because Jackson always said things like that - how he should do more research and fewer front line missions, but at the first mention of a Maya-like civilization, he jumped on-board immediately. All previous declarations conveniently forgotten. So, the chance of him ever feeling too old for field trips through the gate was slim to none.

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4. Proximity [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Danny rants. It's an irrefutable truth like humans need oxygen to survive. Danny rants and complains like nobody Steve has ever met. Danny even rants about things that not necessarily bother him but he does it anyway just because he can. To dissect and discern which ones really matter, is something Steve has learned early on.

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3. More Than Three [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] "Seriously?" Steve grunted in mild frustration, trying to lock his face down to military blank because he didn't need more names to his expressions. He didn't have faces.

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2. Faded Memories [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Swallowing down the rest of his beer, Steve set the empty bottle on the bar top behind him without looking, his attention homed in on the blond across the empty dance floor. It was early evening on a Wednesday, and this man was the best in the club at the moment -- not that he wouldn't stand out in a full house on a Saturday night. A good half foot shorter than Steve, the man's shirt might be covering his skin, at the same time it enhanced the display of his musculature.

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1. Downward Dog [Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny] Danny's hiding something. Steve is sure of it. He's certain it's nothing to be paranoid about because he knows Danny, trusts him implicitly; but the thing is, Danny's hiding something.

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tagging: @tari-aldarion, @agentlemuse, and @finduilasclln.