Let me in

Chapter 3 : So much shame.

When Buck wakes up, he feels like he has cotton in his mouth and a jackhammer in his head.

He moans and grunts, annoyed by the pressure on his shoulder.

He opens his eyes when he hears a laugh reaching his ears.

"Come on Buck, wake up."

Buck moans again because, even though he's in bad shape, hearing Eddie's voice when he wakes up might be one of his new favorites things.

"Buck... Come on." Eddie insists and shakes his shoulder a little harder.

Buck finally sighs and turns around to face Eddie. He makes the mistake of standing up too quickly and ends up with his head in his hands, grimaced in pain.

"Slowly." Says Eddie, putting one hand on his shoulder. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just got run over by a truck... I haven't missed it."

Eddie rolled his eyes at his attempt at humor and grabbed the glass of water and medicine he had prepared on the bedside table and handed it to Buck.

When his head is a little lighter, Buck takes it and thanks him in a whisper.

Eddie retrieves the empty glass and puts it back on the furniture, watching his friend for a long time.

Buck feels watched and when he looks up to meet Eddie's eyes, he doesn't miss the glimmer of amusement. His wrinkled lips are another indicator that Eddie holding back from laughing and that he clearly knows something he doesn't know.

"What?" He finally asks, before clearing his throat, grimacing as his voice comes out hoarse and broken.

"You remember what you did, don't you?" Eddie asks, a smile now stretching the corner of his lips.

"...what I did?" Repeats Buck, frowning, confused.

Eddie nods.

Buck begins to think. There was the bar, then Julia, then the joint, and--

Eddie enjoys seeing his cheeks blush and his eyes widen.

"Holy shit... I'm so fucking ashamed." He moans as he hides his face in his hands before he falls back on the mattress, grabbing the blankets to cover himself completely.

Eddie laughs. Because of course, it amuses him. Buck hates him for it.

"I figured you'd have that kind of reaction. Man... You should've seen your face!"

"Eddie, go away. Let me die of shame in peace." Buck moans in the covers.

Buck is dying of heat, both from the blankets and from the hot flashes that ignite his neck, his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He has never been so ashamed in his life.

"Come on, it's okay. I think we can all say we've done things we're not proud of when we're high. I, for example, cried."

Buck laughs reluctantly at the memory, before shaking his head.

"It's not the same thing."

"That to put your hand on my dick? No, I can tell. Definitely not the same."

Buck moans, closing his eyes, as he feels another hot flush radiating from his neck.

"Eddie! You're not helping!"

"Sorry." Eddie apologizes quickly.

And just as Buck is thinking of pulling his head out of the blankets, he says;

"I just didn't think you were the type to enjoy spanking."

Buck is literally burning up.

"Oh my God, Eddie, get out!" He shouts out and Eddie's laughter can be heard even after he leaves the room and goes to the ground floor.