74 Godiva Street, Monday Morning

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie should already be up and out the door for his shift at the Fire Station, but his alarm had not gone off. Because someone (future him) had turned it off on the assumption he was on vacation.

And that would have been the weirdest part of things if he had been alone in bed like normal.

But instead... "Buck?"

[for the fellow firefighter!]

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[firehousehimbo]

"Sleeping." So, you know. Leave him be.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Yeah, I can see that," Eddie said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

Why was there a pizza box in his bedroom?

[firehousehimbo]

Uh, because they decided to act like they were in their 20s over the weekend.

Buck turned over, blearily looking up at Eddie. "Why are you in my bed?"

This wasn't your bed, Evan.

[justalittlerepressed]

Ugh, midlife crisis them were the worst.

"You want to maybe rethink that one?" Eddie suggested. You were damn lucky you were adorable when waking up, Buck.

[firehousehimbo]

Oh. Yeah. This definitely wasn't his bed. He wasn't making any effort to move, though, because if you couldn't sleep in your best friend's bed, then where could you sleep?

"We must have gotten wasted."

[justalittlerepressed]

The only plausible explanation here!

"I guess Christopher can't leave us without any supervision," he joked.

[firehousehimbo]

"Aw, and we had pizza?" Buck asked, sitting up and not really caring about the blanket falling to his waist. He'd notice his shorts were on the floor in a moment. "Is there any leftover?"

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie would notice his own were missing as he hauled himself out of bed to go investigate the box before immediately grabbing the blanket to cover himself. "What the hell?"

[firehousehimbo]

"Whoa!" Buck held up a hand to keep from seeing any of Eddie's important bits, and then quickly realized he was in the same situation. "What the hell happened last night?"

Other than delicious pizza.

[justalittlerepressed]

He was covered! Now. He was covered now.

"Maybe it got too hot?" Yes, very plausible in the summer. "You put off a lot of body heat!"

Edmundo. What.

[firehousehimbo]

"Nuh-uh you do!" Great comeback. Buck leaned over, reaching for his shorts. "I think I can get to 'em--"

Buck made a strained noise as he tried to reach for his clothes while keeping the blanket over himself at the same time. He could totally get to it--

Yeah, no, he was falling out of bed.

Sorry about his ass.

[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie sighed loudly and looked up at the ceiling for the strength to power through this from a divine being maybe.

"Are you okay?" He could ignore the ass because he ignored it pretty regularly. Like all guy friends do.

[firehousehimbo]

"Probably gonna leave a bruise." Which would go well with the ones on his shoulders. Which were not love bites. He had been karate chopped and just didn't remember it happening.

Buck reached for his shorts since they were now actually within arm's length and pulled them on. He then went over to grab Eddie's and toss them over 'cause that's what good friends did.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Thank you," Eddie said, very much meaning it as he shimmied into them while trying to keep the blanket up. Mixed success, really.

He super was not going to bring up the hand-shaped bruises that were darkening up nicely where the waistband of those shorts fell either.

It was a wrestling accident all around!

It looked like smoke really should be coming out of his ears as he tried to work out what happened there with an answer that made any sense.

[firehousehimbo]

Just two dudes, wrestling, karate chopping and eating pizza followed by sleeping naked. Totes. Normal. Things.

Even worse, Buck flipped open the pizza box to find it was empty. "Aw man."

[justalittlerepressed]

"I'm late for my shift," Eddie said rather than express any sympathy for Buck's lack of old pizza. "You can clean all this up."

Wow, rude, Eddie. You made this mess ~together~

[firehousehimbo]

"That's not fair," Buck whined. "Nobody cares if you're late for work."

[justalittlerepressed]

"Of course someone cares if I'm late," Eddie said with zero proof of it as he tried to find his uniform on autopilot. "Don't be a baby, it's just pizza boxes and beer."

Okay, the beer totally made the blank weekend make more sense. Ignoring how it was just a few bottles.

[firehousehimbo]

Yeah, either they became lightweights or it was the strongest beer on the planet.

"Are you trying to run off for some reason?"

What reason could he possibly be running off for, there was a perfectly logical explanation for everything that happened.

[justalittlerepressed]

"No," Eddie scoffed. "Of course not."

Oh yeah, adding more to the denial helped really make it sound like the truth.

"You just don't want to clean up on your own."

[firehousehimbo]

"Uh, duh," Buck said. "It'll go faster if we do it together."

Phrasing?

[justalittlerepressed]

Maybe Buck was just so much more practiced at... weird weekends. And Eddie was more of a weird long term... period of time.

Yes.

That totally made as much sense as all of this.

"Fine, you get a garbage bag," he said with a sigh. "But we have to hurry. I'm serious about not wanting to be late."

[firehousehimbo]

Buck gave Eddie a little salute. "Yes, sir."

Maybe he'd find some pants somewhere along the line, too.

[justalittlerepressed]

"That's Fireman Diaz, thank you," Eddie assured him with a brief chuckle.

[firehousehimbo]

"Uh, no, that's only reserved for firefighters who show up to work on time," Buck joked. He stopped by his own room to grab a pair of basketball shorts off the floor, which we could all be grateful for.

"Man, I'm glad we did whatever we did in your room and not mine." The wrestling and pizza eating.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Thanks," Eddie said dryly, eyeing everything critically for wrestling damage. "For that, you don't get to come pick up Christopher with me."

[firehousehimbo]

"Why punish your son for my mistakes?" Buck joked, coming back in with a trash bag. "...I didn't go to college, but I feel like this is how I would have spent college."

Pizza and beer not...wrestling. Though maybe he would have made some discoveries earlier if he had gone to college.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Cleaning up after people?"

But yes, college might have helped a lot of things, but what about those rugged emotional issues?

[firehousehimbo]

"Is it cleaning up after people if it was us who made the mess?" At least he assumed it was them. Be weird if it wasn't.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Fair point," Eddie conceded, making a face as he found a half finished beer. What kind of monster would do that? "But hey, we can afford nicer things than college students. That counts for something right?"

Living here was already letting Eddie save up a lot, which was nice

[firehousehimbo]

"Oh yeah, we're totally responsible adults that can afford cool stuff," Buck agreed. "This weekend was a one-off college experience."

Of two men in their early 50's who wanted to relive their youth.

[justalittlerepressed]

"Responsible adults who apparently forgot where the hamper was," Eddie added, balling all the clothing on the floor up to dump there. It could be sorted out later. "Let's... not share the college party thing with Chris, right?"

[firehousehimbo]

"Dude, of course I won't," Buck assured him. "If anything I'm embarrassed by what lightweights we are."

[justalittlerepressed]

Which made Eddie laugh and shake his head. "The real worry there," he said. "Being judged by an eleven year old would be the end of us both."