[ surprise isn't the correct word for how gator feels, watching eddie's feet kick and his hips sway. the jeans that ride up his body are skin tight, each curve of his frame spinning for gator's personal enjoyment. as he keeps up with him, he leans in close as the group turns to the bridge. he smiles, country boy in his own world, cowboy hat over his dark eyes. ]
You better watch where you're pointin' that body, baby.
[ it's enough to make gator want eddie, to take him out to the woods somewhere in the back of the truck. he thinks about it, the moonlight pouring down on them as they rut and pant. that seems to be a trend with eddie, needing more, more, more at every turn. they kick around again in a circle, gator's hips shifting as he steps forward on beat, hands on his belt buckle. ]
( it's maybe a little sad how much fun eddie is having like this. he doesn't get to let go that often, and never like this never with gator in tow. it's probably a little dangerous, letting himself feel this free and happy with the other man. the more time they spend together, the more eddie feels himself yearning.
it's not like eddie has a lot of potential suitors to choose from. eddie tells himself that he clings to gator because of a lack of choice. he knows deep down that's no excuse.
as he sways, boots kicking at the floor, at the air, hand perfectly perched at his belt while the movements come naturally, eddie drifts away. soon enough, the rest of the bar bleeds into the background and eddie only has eyes for him.)
You gonna do something if I don't?
( it's a light challenge. eddie always likes testing gator and teasing him. they both know eddie has long since stopped seeing anyone else. it's only been gator for eddie for a while now. )
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You better watch where you're pointin' that body, baby.
[ it's enough to make gator want eddie, to take him out to the woods somewhere in the back of the truck. he thinks about it, the moonlight pouring down on them as they rut and pant. that seems to be a trend with eddie, needing more, more, more at every turn. they kick around again in a circle, gator's hips shifting as he steps forward on beat, hands on his belt buckle. ]
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it's not like eddie has a lot of potential suitors to choose from. eddie tells himself that he clings to gator because of a lack of choice. he knows deep down that's no excuse.
as he sways, boots kicking at the floor, at the air, hand perfectly perched at his belt while the movements come naturally, eddie drifts away. soon enough, the rest of the bar bleeds into the background and eddie only has eyes for him. )
You gonna do something if I don't?
( it's a light challenge. eddie always likes testing gator and teasing him. they both know eddie has long since stopped seeing anyone else. it's only been gator for eddie for a while now. )