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The hike is even better than Buck expected. The trail was wide and well-kept, the view was spectacular and he saw at least four kinds of birds that he never spots in the city. He'd been wanting to come to this area forever and finally, he and Eddie's days off had aligned with the weather to make it the perfect outing.
"That was great, Buck," Eddie says enthusiastically as they make their way back to the parking lot. "I'm really glad you suggested it."
"Yeah." Buck beams at him. "I'm glad we could finally make it out here."
It's almost a two hour trip from Los Angeles, at least an hour and a half of which consisted of bumpy, winding back roads. Thankfully they'd had plenty of snacks and good music to keep them in good spirits on the way up and it's been such a lovely day that Buck has no doubt their drive home will be just as enjoyable.
"You ready to go?" Eddie asks when they reach the truck. He looks around at their surroundings. "You wanna take any more photos or anything?"
"Nah, I'm good." Buck's camera roll is already jam packed with photos of the scenery and adorable selfies of him and Eddie at various lookout points. "Just gotta pee before we head out." He nudges his head towards the public restrooms at the far end of the parking lot.
"Or you could wait," Eddie suggests mildly, not letting go of Buck's hand.
"Oh." Buck looks at his husband, he wets his lips. Eddie is staring at him intently, dark eyes glinting in the afternoon sunlight.
Anticipation buzzes beneath Buck's skin, heady and electric. He thinks about the long journey ahead of them and hesitates. Usually this kind of play is reserved for the comfort of their own home, where Buck has the assurance of a shower and a change of clothes nearby.
"Okay," Buck agrees, stepping in to steal a soft kiss from Eddie's smiling lips. He's up for the challenge. "Whatever you want, baby."
"You're sweet," Eddie compliments him, pressing a kiss to the corner of Buck's mouth. "I think I'll keep you."
Buck laughs, light and airy and utterly in love. "It's a good thing you married me then."
"It is," Eddie agrees happily, squeezing Buck's hand before reluctantly releasing it to get into the driver's seat.
Thankfully the separation isn't long, as soon as Eddie has retrieved a container of apple slices from the cooler in the back seat and pulled out onto the road, their hand holding resumes. Buck balances the container in his lap and feeds himself and Eddie bites of apple in turn, blushing a little every time Eddie's tongue pokes out of his mouth to lick the stickiness off Buck's fingertips.
They chat about the hike and sing along to Eddie's country playlist that's drifting through the car speakers. It's nice and Buck is almost totally at ease. He would be completely relaxed if he could just manage to ignore the slight discomfort in his abdomen.
"You comfy over there?" Eddie asks when Buck adjusts his seatbelt to ride a little higher across his middle.
"Yup," Buck confirms with a nod. "I'm good."
"Great." Eddie taps Buck's leg with one of his fingers where their joined hands are resting on his thigh. "You wanna pass me a Gatorade?"
"Sure." Buck twists around to reach into the back seat, wincing slightly as the movement momentarily puts pressure on his stomach. He discards the now empty snack container into the cooler and pulls out a plastic bottle of yellow Gatorade. "Here." He turns back to Eddie, holding it out.
"Thanks." Eddie briefly lets go of Buck's hand and pops the cap off the bottle before flicking open the squeeze top. He tips his head back and squirts some into his mouth before taking a huge gulp.
Buck's eyes track the bob of Eddie's throat as he swallows and he watches, his own mouth feeling suddenly dry, as a little bit of liquid trickles past Eddie's lips on his second mouthful.
It only takes a couple minutes for Eddie to down half the bottle like that and then he hands it back to Buck.
"You finish it," Eddie offers.
"Oh, uh," Buck stammers, fingers tripping over the condensation covered label. "That's okay."
"Buck." Eddie shoots him a look, expression just this side of stern.
Message received. Not a suggestion.
"Okay." Buck nods meekly and lifts the bottle to his lips. Eddie tips his head approvingly.
"I don't want you to get dehydrated. It was really hot out there."
"Yeah," Buck mumbles, taking a small sip from the bottle before setting it on his lap.
"More than that." Eddie prompts, not even looking away from the road.
With a shaky breath, Buck lifts the bottle to his lips again and takes a bigger drink, trying not to wonder how quickly the added liquid will make its way through his system.
"Good job." Eddie gives his knee a little rewarding squeeze several minutes later when Buck has obediently drained the last of the bottle.
For a while after that, neither of them acknowledge it. They keep talking the same way they always do about everything and nothing and all the things in between. Buck really likes being married to his best friend because it means he can just release his stream of consciousness without restraint and Eddie will do the exact same in return.
Eddie is half way through telling Buck about some basketball player he's been keeping up with this season, when they go over an unusually big bump in the road. Buck gasps as the movement of the car jostles his insides. Immediately the urge to pee is about ten times worse than it was before. Buck closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, staving it off.
When he opens his eyes, Eddie is watching him, a knowing expression on his face. His lips twist into a smirk before he faces the road again.
After that, Buck could swear that Eddie's driving gets just a touch less smooth. He's certain the back country road wasn't quite this bumpy on the way up.
Every time they go over another bump, Buck presses his legs closer together as the pressure in his pelvis builds.
It isn't unbearable yet. Buck isn't in pain. But he really needs to pee. It's at the level of urgency where it's all he can manage to think about. He looks out the window and tries to distract himself but all he can think about as he stares at the rolling fields they pass is what a relief it would be to get out of the vehicle, rush over to the nearest fence post, brace himself against it, get a hand around his dick and water the grass.
The mental image is almost too much and Buck has to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from whimpering.
By some miraculous twist of fate, a little pull off appears up ahead and Eddie signals to pull over. Buck breathes a sigh of relief as the truck rolls to a stop and Eddie pulls the keys out of the ignition.
"Just a sec," Eddie says, setting his hand on the driver's side door. "I'll be right back."
Before Buck even has the chance to get his own seatbelt off, Eddie has hopped out of the truck, closed the door, and locked it. Buck freezes. He watches Eddie wide-eyed through the windshield. Eddie just locked him in the truck. Buck is trapped in here. Alone. With nothing but his sweating palms and straining bladder.
Outside, Eddie casually saunters around the front of the truck, giving Buck a little, perfectly innocent wave as he passes in front of him. Eddie stops directly beside the passenger window and reaches down to unfasten his belt. Buck is pretty sure his heart stops. His breath catches in his throat. His eyes are glued to Eddie's every movement as he slowly unzips the front of his pants and leisurely pulls his dick out.
Eddie braces his free hand against the window, fingers spread, palm pressing against the glass. Buck watches, dumbfounded and agonized, as Eddie starts to piss into the ditch. Just like that. Like it's nothing. Like Buck isn't writhing and desperate for that exact same release less than a foot away.
This has to be considered some form of psychological torture. Eddie's stream arcs out in front of him, strong and clear and seemingly unceasing in the afternoon light. He tips his head back, a look of utter relief on his face and the sun shimmers off the glossy hair on his head and exposed forearms. Eddie looks positively angelic like this.
Buck has to drop a hand to the front of his cargo pants and give his now half-hard cock a firm squeeze to stop himself from leaking in his underwear. It takes all his concentration for a moment and, much to his disappointment, when he looks up, Eddie is already tucking himself away.
"Wow," Eddie remarks with a contented sigh as he opens the drivers door, giving himself a little shake. "I feel much better now."
Buck glares at him. Eddie smiles sweetly back and leans across the console to press a kiss to the tip of Buck's nose before buckling into his own seat and starting the engine.
"Eddie," Buck pleads, his voice caught somewhere in the back of his throat.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Eddie glances over as he pulls back onto the road. "Need something?"
Buck nods, eyes fixed wistfully on the pull off as they leave it in the rearview.
"What do you need?"
"I-" Buck clears his throat. "Eddie, I really need to pee."
"Aww." Eddie's lips twist down in a sympathetic pout. "That's too bad. I don't think there's anywhere else to pull over for a while."
This time Buck is not successful in stifling the pathetic whine that crawls up his throat.
"You can hold it a little longer, can't you?" Eddie coaxes, giving Buck a warm look of encouragement with those huge, brown eyes of his.
If he's honest, Buck isn't totally sure that he can hold it much longer. If these were ideal circumstances and his bladder wasn't getting continually shaken like a soda can on the gravel road, he'd be more certain in his abilities, but Buck is out of his depth here.
"You aren't going to have an accident, are you?" Eddie asks, voice dropping into something low and a little condescending when Buck doesn't respond right away.
"I don't want to, baby," Buck answers honestly, heat rising to his cheeks. "I just- it's really bumpy and I gotta go so bad."
"I hope you don't," Eddie comments, a note of warning in his voice that sends heat rocketing right through Buck's core. "I'd hate for you to make a mess in my nice clean truck."
As far as worldly possessions go, Eddie's truck is probably the most important to him. Eddie loves his truck. He takes very good care of it. He even hand washes it, out on the driveway, wearing cut offs and a white tank top and, okay, come to think of it maybe that's more for Buck's benefit than the truck's, but still.
"I don't want to," Buck insists, shaking his head. "I'm trying so - fuck -hard." Buck has to clench every single muscle in his body as the truck jolts over a pothole. "If you'd just let me ou-"
"I already told you," Eddie cuts him off sharply. "There isn't anywhere to pull over right now. You either have to hold it or..." he trails off and Buck groans in frustration.
The situation really isn't nearly as dire as Buck is making it for himself. He could easily say their safe word, tell Eddie he's serious about needing to pull over, and Eddie would instantly take his precious truck off-roading just to ensure Buck's comfort.
Alternatively, Buck could just start pissing his pants right now without permission and Eddie would instantly change gears and start talking him through it with a little gentle degradation and a side helping of flattery.
Honestly that second option is sounding pretty good right about now. But Buck isn't a quitter. He's committed, he's competitive, he also really does like to be good and do what Eddie tells him whenever possible. It makes him feel all warm inside. The only way Buck's giving up is if he becomes physically incapable of holding back.
"I can hold it," Buck says with determination.
"Good." Eddie gives a sharp nod of satisfaction, and then his eyes slide over to Buck again. "And who gave you permission to touch yourself? Stop it."
Reluctantly, Buck pulls his hand away from his crotch and for a split second he's afraid that his body will betray him without the added barrier, but he manages to keep himself in check.
"Are you hard right now?" Eddie scoffs in disbelief, gaze briefly darting down to where the outline of Buck's semi is clearly visible through his pants.
"Uh, yeah" Buck admits sheepishly. "You just looked really hot back there."
"Yeah?" Eddie asks, tone tilting up with interest.
"Mmhm." Buck bites his lip.
"Bet you wish I'd let you get out," Eddie goes on, voice dropping again. "You probably wanted to hold it for me, didn't you?"
"Fuck," Buck groans, his eyelids fluttering as he envisions his fingers wrapping around Eddie's cock. "Yeah."
"Or maybe you wanted me to fuck you," Eddie persists, unrelenting. "Right there, out in the open where anyone could see. I could have bent you over the hood and claimed you."
A violent shudder works through Buck's entire body as his imagination runs away with him. He can visualize the scene so clearly. He can practically feel the imprint of Eddie's fingers on his hips.
"And then," Eddie continues, voice impossibly lower, smooth and suggestive, wrapping around Buck's brain. "After I was done, I would have stayed there and let go right inside of you. Would you like that, Buck?"
"Fuck, Eddie, yes," Buck gasps, eyes screwed shut and hands clenching into fists on his lap.
"I bet you would have felt so nice and full letting me fuck my piss into you."
The incredible thing about having an active imagination is that it's almost as good as the real thing. Buck could swear that he can actually feel a hot trickle of liquid run down the inside of his thigh.
Realization crashes over him and Buck's eyelids fly open. He stares down at his lap in distress.
"Shit, shit," Buck curses frantically. There's an unmistakable damp patch seeping into the front of his pants. He leans forward and flexes his abs, trying to stem the flow. With one more traitorous spurt, Buck manages to stop himself from losing control completely.
"What?" Eddie's eyes dart over to him, his pupils blown wide, evidently as diverted by the fantasy as Buck was. "Buck," his tone shifts into something harsher, admonishing. "Did you just fucking piss yourself?"
"No!" Buck shakes his head. "I - I didn't. It was just a little bit. I'm - I can still hold it."
Eddie huffs incredulously, shaking his head, disapproval written across his features.
"Eddie, I'm sorry," Buck pleads, his face burning as embarrassment floods through him. "I'll clean it up. I didn't mean to."
"No need." Eddie holds up a hand, cutting off Buck's rambling. "I know another way you can make it up to me."
Buck blinks, surprised. His eyes fall to where Eddie's cock is straining against his pants, tenting the fabric.
"Oh," Buck breathes, his chest going tight as his mouth starts to water. He holds out his hand but Eddie shakes his head.
"I think I deserve your mouth after that, don't you?"
For several seconds, Buck just gapes at him in shock. He looks between Eddie and the deserted country road. He casts a look over his shoulder to make sure there's no one behind them but the road is clear in both directions as far as the eye can see.
"You want me to suck your dick?" Buck asks in awe.
"Well I'm not sure how else you can make it up to me with your mouth, but I'm open to suggestions," Eddie tosses out dismissively.
"You're driving." Buck says, on the off chance that Eddie neglected that fact. "I can't give you a blowjob while you're operating a vehicle."
"Why not?" Eddie asks, flicking on cruise control. "I've given you one."
"That was different!" Buck protests. They'd been on a camping trip far away from civilization and Buck still had the Jeep back then. "We were in the middle of nowhere and I pulled over after thirty seconds."
"We're in the middle of nowhere now," Eddie points out. "And I'll pull over before I come."
"That's not- Eddie, we're firefighters. We know better than this," Buck reminds him. "We spend half our lives responding to car accidents caused by reckless driving!"
"When have we ever responded to a car accident caused by road head, Buck?" Eddie raises a challenging eyebrow.
"Well, we, uh." Buck opens and closes his mouth several times. "We haven't."
"Exactly," Eddie affirms. "So..." he trails off expectantly, motioning impatiently towards his erection.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Buck mutters, shaking his head as he readjusts the seatbelt to let him lean over. He can believe it. He'd do anything for Eddie. He'd also do almost anything to feel Eddie's cock in his mouth. It's one of his favourite past times.
"Ow, fuck," Buck hisses in pain as he bends at the waist, a potent spike of need constricting his bladder. His momentary incredulity at Eddie's request had diverted his attention, but now the urgency is back in full force and Buck squirms in his seat, struggling to find a position that won't force him to release the minute he bends across the console.
"It's okay," Eddie murmurs encouragingly, reaching out to brush a hand through Buck's hair. "You've got this, sweetheart."
"Eddie," Buck warns, panting hard as he braces his arm against the console to steady himself. "I don't know if I can keep-"
"Shhh," Eddie soothes, rubbing his fingertips a little more firmly against Buck's scalp. "Just do the best that you can. I know how hard you're trying." He gazes at Buck with soft, adoring eyes. "I'm proud of you."
Buck hums happily, he leans into Eddie's touch, leans into the praise, lowers his head.
"That's it." Eddie helps Buck get his pants undone and pushed out of the way, his cock springing free against his shirt, hard and glistening at the tip.
"Fuck." Buck breathes him in, absorbing the familiar scent of Eddie's arousal, warm and inviting. He reaches across with the hand not holding himself up and wraps his fingers around Eddie's cock, giving it a few slow strokes, revelling in the weight of it against his palm.
Above him, Eddie makes a low noise of pleasure. "Yeah, baby," he murmurs, one hand still working through Buck's curls. "Go ahead. Show me how good you can make me feel."
If there's one thing that Buck loves more than anything in the world, it's making Eddie feel good. Making sure he's taken care of in every way Buck knows how. It's his fucking calling in life. So he parts his lips and pushes his tongue out of his mouth, lapping across Eddie's slit a couple of times before sucking the head into his mouth.
Instantly, Buck's brain shuts off. All the apprehension, all the building need and desperation of the last little while fades out of his awareness. This is where he belongs, this is where he can find solace. Buck bobs his head down, moaning softly as his mouth stretches pleasantly around Eddie's cock.
The angle is difficult and Buck can't take him as deep as he's used to, but he uses his hand to make up the difference, shallowly pumping around Eddie's base while he circles his tongue around the shaft.
It isn't long before spit starts pooling on Buck's hand, making the slide of his fingers against Eddie's cock even easier.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that," Eddie chokes out above him, sounding blissed out already. "You're so fucking good at this, sweetheart."
The praise buzzes through Buck's brain, making him feel all warm and fuzzy and content. He could stay right here, between Eddie's legs forever. Buck's ears are filled with the slick, lewd sounds of his ministrations and the breathy, pleasure drunk moans falling from Eddie's lips above his head, drowning out the road noise.
Buck is only distantly aware of the warmth blooming between his legs as his body completely relaxes. He redoubles his efforts, sucking sloppily at Eddie's cock, enjoying the easy glide of soft skin against his tongue.
"There you go," Eddie murmurs, voice strained but unmistakably approving. "That must feel so much better, hm?"
Buck just moans loudly in confirmation. It takes him several seconds to realize that Eddie isn't talking about the relief he always feels at getting his mouth full. Buck is actively pissing his pants. His jaw is aching and his lungs are straining and he's shaking all over while his body lets go of every last inhibition he was clinging to.
Shame stings at Buck's eyes and blossoms on his cheeks. He was so intent on making Eddie feel good that he completely forgot why he was doing this in the first place. Eddie had asked Buck to make it up to him and now he's making a complete mess of himself and getting Eddie's truck all dirty.
What's even worse is that Buck doesn't want to stop, his body feels like it's on fire with pleasure. The relief rips through him just as potent as an orgasm and he groans wantonly around Eddie's cock, forcing himself down even further. Buck ignores the console digging into his ribs and the awkward angle of his neck. He wants more, more pleasure, more Eddie, more release.
The vehicle coming to a halt barely even registers in Buck's brain, he's too overwhelmed to process anything happening outside of his own body. Tears are streaming down his cheeks and drool is sliding down his chin while hot liquid gushes out of his dick in unrestricted bursts, soaking his pants. His heart hammers against his ribcage and roars in his ears.
"Buck, baby, relax," Eddie breathes, his fingers tightening in Buck's hair and emphasizing his instruction.
Body completely overstimulated, Buck is completely at Eddie's mercy. He's incapable of doing anything but listening to him. He stops straining, lets his body go completely lax, shuddering as his muscles ease completely. He's practically deadweight against Eddie's lap.
"Good boy," Eddie murmurs quietly, his other hand coming down to grasp Buck's chin. He angles his hips up slightly, gently fucking into Buck's slack mouth. "You're alright, Buck. You're doing so well." Eddie's voice is warm and soothing and reassurance blankets Buck's whole body. "Almost there."
It only takes a few more seconds for Eddie to spill into the back of Buck's mouth, the hot bitter saltiness of him pleasantly coating Buck's tongue and slipping past his lips.
Slowly, Eddie guides Buck's face up, gently thumbing at his cheeks, wiping away the tears, before moving his fingers down to swipe up the mess around his lips. Buck sucks Eddie's fingers into his mouth, licking at them softly and moaning at the taste of him.
"So pretty," Eddie whispers, awed and adoring. "You're so beautiful, Buck."
Hazily, Buck blinks up at him, feeling dizzy and wrung out.
"Sit up," Eddie prompts gently, reaching over to undo Buck's seatbelt for him. He pulls lightly at Buck's t-shirt and Buck easily takes the wordless request to life his arms.
Carefully, Eddie lifts Buck's shirt over his head, mindful to keep the damp hem away from his skin. He uses the dry top half of it to give himself a quick wipe down before discarding it on the floor in the back seat and refastening his own pants.
"Come on," Eddie nudges his head toward the passenger door. "Get out and let me help you get cleaned up."
Shakily, Buck manages to get himself out of the passenger seat and onto the side of the road. There isn't a pull off, Eddie just haphazardly drove the truck right into a field. Buck shivers despite the warm weather and wraps his arms across his bare chest.
"How are you feeling?" Eddie asks, appearing around the back of the vehicle, carrying folded dry clothes in one arm.
Buck nods. He takes stock of himself. He looks down at his drenched pants to find that he's rock hard despite the adrenaline rush having faded.
"Good."
"Overwhelmed?" Eddie asks, opening the back door and beckoning Buck over. He goes to him.
"Yeah, a bit," he admits quietly. He always feels a little vulnerable after something like this.
"That's okay," Eddie assures him, easy understanding written across his features. He's always so gentle with Buck during aftercare, but it never makes him feel fragile, it just makes him feel cared for. "That was a lot."
"Yeah," Buck agrees, letting himself be guided back into the shade of the open door while Eddie helps him push down his wet pants. "But good a lot. Felt, fuck, really good, baby."
"Good." Eddie leans in to kiss him, slow and tender. Buck shudders when Eddie's hand gently caresses his aching cock. "Are you done?" he whispers next to Buck's ear. "Or do you want to come?"
Buck's hands drift up to balance himself on Eddie's shoulders. "Come, please," he pleads, eyes instantly falling shut as Eddie's fingers close around him.
"Okay, baby, I've got you." Eddie tightens his grip around Buck's cock, pumping steadily.
It doesn't escape Buck's notice that they're on the side of the road, out in the open, where anyone could drive by and see exactly what Eddie does to him. Anyone could bear witness to the pathetic, filthy, whimpering mess Eddie reduces him to. Standing here with freshly wetted pants around his thighs and Eddie's hand working over his cock.
Just the thought of being seen like this makes his pulse quicken in his veins and he shivers against Eddie's touch.
"I bet that feels good after you've been waiting so long, doesn't it, sweetheart?" Eddie's voice rumbles against his ear and Buck's hips rock forward involuntarily.
"Yeah, fuck, yeah, so good." Buck claws at the collar of Eddie's shirt, clinging to him as pleasure rolls in lazy swells through his body, building steadily. "S-so close, baby."
"Go ahead," Eddie encourages. "Take what you need."
The speed of Buck's hips hitching into Eddie's hand increases. Buck is so turned on still that pre-come dribbles messily from the head of his cock, drenching Eddie's fingers and turning the tight slide of his fist slippery.
Buck turns his head to the side, searching blinding for Eddie's mouth and an instant later, Eddie's lips are covering his in a searing kiss. Buck comes with a low moan that Eddie kisses right off his tongue.
The next several moments are spent with Buck's forehead pressed to Eddie's shoulder while he fights to catch his breath.
When he phases back into reality, he's completely naked and mostly dry. Eddie is holding out a clean pair of sweat shorts for him to step into. Buck puts them on gratefully and lets his arms be lifted above his head again to have a sweatshirt fitted over his head.
"Where did you even get these?" Buck asks in wonder as Eddie discards the rest of his dirty clothes ... somewhere in the back of the truck. He seems exceptionally prepared for this.
"I packed extras for the hike." Eddie shrugs. "You never know when the weather is going to change."
"Or when your husband is going to subject you to psychological torture on the way home and force you to ruin your entire outfit," Buck mutters, moving past Eddie to let him close the back door.
"Is that what we're calling it?" Eddie raises his eyebrows
"Yeah." Buck nods. "That's what I'm calling it."
"What happened to 'felt, fuck, really good, baby'?" Eddie asks, putting on an alarmingly accurate impression of Buck's horny voice.
"Well." Buck blushes. "Who says psychological torture can't feel good?"
Eddie frowns. "I don't think it counts as torture if it feels good."
"I think it does," Buck disagrees mildly, opening the door to find that the passenger seat is in pretty decent shape. It seems that his pants endured the worst of the fallout.
"Whatever you say, baby," Eddie agrees placatingly as he gets into the driver's seat. He turns to reach into the back seat. "Here." He swivels back around, holding out Buck's water bottle to him.
"Not falling for that again," Buck replies flatly.
Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes it at him. "Have some water, you just expended a lot of energy. I promise to pull over the second you have to pee if it happens before we get home."
"Okay," Buck relents, accepting the water bottle and taking a sip. It is pretty refreshing.
"Ready to go home and shower?" Eddie asks, turning the engine over and pulling out onto the still deserted road.
"God, yes," Buck groans, tipping his head back against the headrest and closing his eyes.
"Me too," Eddie agrees. He opens the sunroof and the summer breeze blows through the cab as they settle into the comfortable silence of the afterglow.
"You're paying to get the truck cleaned, by the way," Buck says after a while.
"I'm paying to get the truck cleaned?" Eddie swings his head over to look at him, incredulous. "You're paying to get the truck cleaned. You're the one that pissed yourself."
"You made me!" Buck argues indignantly.
"Buck." Eddie shakes his head, smiling despite the exasperation in his tone. "We share a bank account."
"Oh, right." Buck smiles. "Well, we're paying to get the truck cleaned."
"Worth it." Eddie grins at him, reaching across to squeeze Buck's leg.
"Yeah," Buck agrees, taking Eddie's hand in his. "And hey, maybe next time you bring extra clothes for a hike, pack some boxers?"
"Really?" Eddie barks a laugh. "We just fucked on the side of the road but you draw the line at going commando?"
Buck shrugs. "It feels weird."
"You," Eddie takes a hand off the steering wheel to point at him. "Are the strangest man I have ever met."
Buck grins at him. "Something about two perfect weirdos finding each other." He winks.
"It's inspiring," Eddie agrees with a smile of his own.