"If you want my forgiveness so bad, and you felt that much kinship with a fucking dog, why don't you beg for it?" — Buck tries to apologize. Eddie has a stipulation. 8x09 coda.

Eddie returns from El Paso and asks Buck on a date. In the interim between the asking and the date itself, Buck acts completely normally. Definitely. Just don't ask anyone.

I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here

“Put the pizza down, get your dick out.”  With a slice of pizza indeed in between his teeth, all Buck is able to manage is a muffled ‘hm?’ as he turns towards Eddie—who smoothly rounds the couch and comes into his field of vision, not a stitch of clothing on his body—not even the towel from the shower he just had. He’s stark naked, unabashed and unashamed in their own empty home, half-hard cock shifting with his body as he cocks an eyebrow down at Buck, waiting for him to catch up.  “Yes, sir,” Buck finally manages, struggling not to choke on the piece of food in his mouth as he swallows it rapidly, tossing the remaining piece over to the coffee table before he rips his shirt off and discards it in a completely different direction.  Soft, amused—yet warm—chuckles leave Eddie’s nose as he hunches over and they combine their efforts to get Buck’s zipper undone, Buck bucking off of the sofa to kick them off along with his boxers—and socks.  The second he’s naked, leaning back into the couch, Eddie drops into his lap, and Buck is quick to catch him—second nature the way he winds his arms tightly around his waist, tilting his head up to accept the slide of his tongue against his own.  For all of the ways he once upon a time had imagined being with Eddie, nothing can compare to the real thing—it turns out that sex with Eddie is the same thing as anything else with Eddie. They have just as much fun, they joke around the same way, they laugh the same way. It doesn’t have to be sexy. It absolutely is—but it doesn’t have to be.  “You know, uh…” Buck mumbles into his mouth as they grind together, their smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths—infectious as buck lets his hands settle on Eddie’s hips, thumbs pressing in like he’s committing the shape of him to memory. “You know, some people romance their way into a situation like this.” “Mhm,” Eddie breaks the kiss and leans back, still giving a roll of his hips as he runs a hand through his own damp hair—putting on a show as he raises an eyebrow, completely unbothered. Then he leans forwards again, bracing a hand on the back of the couch, his other warm palm landing on Buck’s heaving chest, gradually sliding downwards. “And some people see a semi and strip so fast they almost choke on their dinner.” 

Buck: *suggests something so extremely dumb* Eddie: 👉💯