Buddie- Oneshots

Jealousy and Realizations (Part 2)

Eddie's POV

I am about to give a retort when I see Buck walking back to our table with a big smile on his face.

Hen and Chimney both give me sad, sympathetic smiles before turning their attention to Buck.

"Soo? How'd it go?" Hen asks him.

"Pretty great. I asked him to meet for coffee in two days when we are both off, and I got his number." He says with a smirk on his face showing off the napkin with the guy's number.

Dang, that stings. Is this what he felt like when I talk about Ana?

"Well, guys, mission accomplished, we got Buck back into the game," Hen rejoices, holding up her drink for us all to cheers. 

We clink celebrating Bucks victory, which feels anything but.

"It has been fun, but I have to go. I have another shift tonight," Chimney announces, finishing the rest of his drink. I give him a look, trying to get him to take Hen with him.

Getting up, he looks at me then at Buck. "Hen, you coming?" he asks her.

"Yep," she responds, getting the drift following him out of the bar. 

We sit there in silence, sipping our drinks, both of us not knowing what to say.

"Can we go to my house?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Umm..." he sits there sifting uncomfortably.

"I want to talk to you and would rather do it somewhere private and comfortable for the both of us," I explain, hoping he gets the hint.

"Yeah, ok," he agrees.

Buck's POV

I silently freaking out is he mad at me for not telling him that I am bi-sexual? Is he not comfortable with it? I mean, he and Hen are good friends, so that wouldn't make anysense. I can't do this. I can't lose him as a best friend; he is my everything. Ok, Buck, calm down your fine; he probably just has some questions. 

"Are you mad at me?" I quietly ask, staring at my feet as we sit in his truck. 

"What, of course not," he says, quickly grabbing my hand. "I would never be mad at you for being yourself!" he assures me. 

I glance down at our joint hands and gulp, closing my eyes, trying to stop the hopeful thoughts that will never happen. I unlock our hands, looking out the window.

Eddie's POV

I can't believe he thought I was mad at him. I grab his hand, assuring him and watch as his eyes flash with hope that quickly dissipates to sadness, and he lets go of my hand, not making eye contact.

I realize then that I am losing him, along with the hope of anything more. I drive faster. 

We walk into my house, and I go directly for the fridge, hoping that beer may help the nerves of what I am about to do. Sitting down next to him on the couch, I take a big swig.

"Can I ask you some questions?" I ask, turning my body to face him, setting down my drink.

"Sure," he says, facing me lying against the armrest. 

"Well, I guess I would want to start with why you didn't ever tell me?" I ask.

"I didn't tell you or anyone because from a very young age; I honestly thought the whole coming out thing was kinda stupid. Like, I mean, I didn't mind if other people did it; I just never felt that was something I ever wanted to do. So then, when I figured out that I liked guys, I decided never to come out. I just felt that you shouldn't have to announce something that only affected you; it felt like when you came out, you were inadvertently asking others' permission or opinion on it. Also didn't want to make a big deal about something completely normal. Essentially straight people don't have to come out, so why should I. So I never did plus, to be honest, most people figure it out pretty quickly," he explains.

I nod, fully understanding what he meant and feeling a little guilty I was the last to figure it out when he was my best friend.

"Have you dated many guys?" I ask, hoping to gauge his experience level.

He chuckles, smirking slightly. "I would say I have had my fair share." 

I roll my eyes, then he elaborates, "I am joking, well... maybe not... but they were almost all just hookups during my Buck 1.0 phase. Though I did date occasionally here and there when traveling after leaving but those weren't very serious."

"Did you date any during high school or college?" I ask.

"Um... No, maybe a hookup here or there but no relationships. Growing up, my parents had this box around me that I couldn't get out of. My dad wouldn't have liked his all-star son being bisexual. I mean, they weren't homophobic but definitely weren't the parents that would be happy about it and still only ask me if I am dating any girls." he explains with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"So what I am hearing is that you have never been in any serious relationships with anyone but Abby?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood secretly, very relieved. 

He chuckles, scratching his neck nervously, "what, at least I haven't been in love with only one person in my life." he retorts, slinging his arm around to the back of the couch.

"Um... well... yeah, about that, I have been in love more than once," I stutter, very aware of how his already tight T-shirt riding up, showing off his v and abs as he stretched. I pry my eyes away, grabbing my beer for a large swig.

"What! Oh, I have to hear about this. Who is she?" he asks, clearly intrigued and shocked.

I rub the back of my neck and pray to the gods.

"Umm..." a wave of doubts and worry start swelling in my stomach as the weight of what I am about to confess hits me.

"Oh, come on, who is it?" he prys.

"You," I state, looking up making eye contact with him.

His eyes widen, and he freezes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.  "What," he croaks out, shocked.

CRAP, what did I just do. What if he doesn't like me and Hen and Chimney were lying. I just destroyed the best friendship I have ever had. Christopher is going to be so upset. What am I going to tell him? I-

Surging forward, he grabs my neck, pulling me in. Then he kisses me; my eyes widen, startled I quickly kissing back. The eruption of butterflies mixed relief and desire shoot through his whole body in an explosion.