Buck and Eddie- the get together

The morning

The whole night was a blur of flying clothes, skin clawing at skin and lips collapsing into each other.

The next morning, they were laying in bed, Eddie's bed. Buck's arm wrapped tightly around Eddies waist, his hand leaning on the back of Eddie's, interlocking their fingers. The night was magical. But now they had the face the reality of dealing with their choices in the morning.

Eddie awoke to find Buck already gone. His mind instantly shifted to the worst. That he left just to get away. That he thought it was a mistake. Was it? His head was thumping too much to come up with an answer.
He slid out of bed, tripping over the clothes that laid all over the floor before throwing on a shirt and boxers and exiting his room.

The smell of fresh pancakes and French toast engulfed his senses. As he walked into the kitchen, the sight was like no other, and he released a breath.

Before him stood Buck, in the kitchen, flipping something in a pan while Christopher sat at the table, colouring. It's not like this was an unusual sight. Buck loved to cook breakfast for Chris whenever he could. But seeing him on a morning like this was relieving.

"Good morning," Buck said, cheerfully as he turned and saw Eddie's rundown figure.
"Morning" he responded.
"Morning Christopher" he said moments later, plastering on a smile. It's not like it was hard. He loved his kid, today was just especially more effort to do anything.
"Breakfast is served!" Buck said, making Christopher jerk his head up from his book onto the giant stack of food sitting before him.

"Wow that's.. quite a feast" Eddie managed to say.
"It's nothing" Buck said, smirking.

Eddie walked up to Buck, close enough to whisper without drawing much attention.
"I'm gonna drop Chris to school then we need to talk."
"Aye aye" Buck responded.