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[becausebuckley]

from your heart to your fingertips | buddie | non-sexual intimacy | 5k

after buck and eddie get together, eddie struggles with how much he wants to touch buck. written for @flufftober day 17: only one bed!

It’s like his body has a mind of its own, always seeking out Buck’s presence, always craving that connection. He’s never felt like this before. He feels hungry for it, like he’s starving every minute he has to go without Buck’s touch. He longs for it, wants a point of connection between them at all times. But he can’t have that. Eddie’s heart races every time he catches himself reaching out, his hand hovering in mid-air before he forces it back into his own pocket. He’s terrified that Buck will notice, that he’ll see the desperation in Eddie’s eyes and realise just how needy he’s become. That it’ll be the breaking point for them. The fear gnaws at him, a constant presence in the back of his mind. What if Buck gets tired of it? What if he finds Eddie’s constant need for physical affection suffocating? Eddie imagines Buck pulling away, creating distance between them, his blue eyes filled with discomfort instead of the warmth Eddie’s grown accustomed to. The thought alone is enough to make Eddie’s chest tighten painfully. He tries to rein it in, to control the urge that pulses through his veins. But it’s like fighting against a current, and Eddie finds himself drowning in the need to touch, to hold, to feel.

read the full fic on ao3 here!