[ Eddie can only chuckle, because he isnāt deaf. He catches that little noise and when he pulls back, he holds his gaze for a moment. Just the span of two heartbeats, head tilted and a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Heās well aware that a wave has been rolling in over the course of his evening and eventually, itās going to have to crash. Itās just inevitable. Whether itās going to result in Gatorās hand around his throat or something more pleasant, he has no way of knowing yet. It could go either way, really.
But he doesnāt linger. He heads over to put the music on and doesnāt look back until Gator mocks him. He rolls his eyes dramatically over his shoulder, but silently concedes that he probably deserves a taste of his own medicine. ]
Led Zeppelin.
[ He echoes with a laugh and a shake of his head. Now that is a request heās more than happy to oblige. The current record is removed and returned to its sleeve, and a battered Zeppelin album is selected. ]
Youāre a man of far better taste than I suspected, Tillman. Color me surprised.
[ The space between them grows suspiciously smaller when Eddie returns to the battered couch. Now theyāre close enough that Eddie can knock his knee against Gatorās, and does, just because he can. He says nothing, just lets his eyes drift shut for the briefest of moments while the sweet sounds of Jimmy Pageās guitar fill his ears and the scent of watermelon assaults his senses. He considers complaining, considers telling him that flavored nicotine isnāt going to save his lungs any more than the cheap filter cigarettes Eddie smokes, but he not feeling it. That trek took a lot out of him and just might have softened his bite a bit.
He tips his head to the side, eyes fluttering open again, and stares silently for a beat, two, then reaches over to further bridge whatever space remains between them. Without allowing himself a moment to think (or rather overthink), he lets his fingers skate idly over the collar of the other manās jacket, so close to skin to skin contact, but not quite there. ]
You know, I was under the impression I already was. Sweet-talking you, I mean.
[ That wave has to crash eventually, and Eddie may as well help it along. Itās stupid, heāll probably regret it later, but thatās the effect weed so often has. Right now, heās willing tot take the risk, just to see what all of this is accumulating to. ]
[ if it keeps on rainin', levee's going to break. gator doesn't know how close he is to breaking, to flooding, for the warm water of eddie's touch to drown him in something akin to a wild-eyed, wild-haired hurricane. he's disoriented by it, the knee, the knock, the fingers so fucking close that gator takes in a breath, not realizing he's been holding it. he stares at eddie, dark gaze to dark gaze, before he swallows. he knows what's happening, and he knows he likes it. he's overstepped, eddie's overstepped, and now here they are. gator licks his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good. ]
Then keep doin' it.
[ he reaches up, slow and delayed, the weed pumping through him enough to stop the rattle-shot his heart would normally be without it. he places his hand on eddie's thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth. lazy, unbothered. he's already past wanting to kill him, but if he says something stupid, well, that could change. but now, in this moment, in the waves of the music and the warmth of the trailer - gator keeps his gaze fixed on eddie until he smiles. molasses, poured right out of a jar. ]
You might just get fucked.
[ his eyes light up, but they're near-black with how blown his irises are. he leans his head against the back of the couch, hand raising. he pauses just above eddie's zipper, then pulls away, shrugging out of his jacket. the kevlar is next, and then it's just a black t-shirt before his skin. he knows that this is wrong, yeah, but so is everything else in this podunk fucking town. nothing's been right since he moved here, but this feels better. right. who the fuck cares? ]
Unless you want dinner first. You that kinda girl? Like to be wined and dined before you're sixty-nined?
[ A line has definitely been crossed, but neither one of them seems interested in trying to take a step back before this goes too far. Itās not possible anyway. Doped up or not, they both have to know in the back of their minds that itās just a little too late for that. Canāt go back, canāt undo, canāt pretend like this isnāt happening. Canāt pretend like he doesnāt want it to.
And just like Gator, Eddie has landed on āwho the fuck caresā. This town would hate him even if he were the most upstanding of upstanding citizens. What he does or how he behaves really doesnāt matter when itās always going to end the same way. Besides, If he cared, truly cared, he could have ended this two joints and a beer ago. He could have ended it before the door was even opened.
But he didnāt, and now this is where theyāve landed. Quite the jump from the start of the evening. ]
Wow, just outright assuming Iād let you, huh? Thatās bold.
[ As if it does any good to play coy now. Heās doing an awful job backing it up, anyway. He may chuckle, but itās not enough to hide the fact that the hand on his thigh has his head spinning and his heart pounding like a drum. Or the frustrated, disappointed huff he canāt help but make when the hand is pulled away. Embarrassing and pitiful, really, but he can and will easily blame it on the fact that heās high as a kite. An easy excuse right at his fingertips. ]
I really donāt think youāre that much of a gentleman, if Iām being perfectly honest.
[ He tilts his head and studies him for a moment without all those layers. Eddie has had a difficult time seeing Gator as anything other than just another cop, something thatās already shifted quite a bit this evening, but seeing him without the kevlar really seals it. Not that heās aiming for anything close to an emotional connection here, but seeing him as a real person? Kind of a nice change. He almost reminds him of someone. Almost.
He doesnāt let himself dwell on it, though. That could be dangerou. Instead, he reaches out yet again, works his fingers into the thin fabric of the t-shirt and tugs, urging him in closer. ]
But, uh, Iām also pretty sure Iām not like any kind of girl youāve ever met, so I think Iāll manage, sweetheart.
[ that little frustrated huff is enough for gator to jump against his inseam, and he wants more of it. when eddie claims that gator's no gentleman, he laughs, squeezing, so gentle that eddie may not even feel it. he massages just as slow, a low hum escaping his lips at the feeling of it, the soft weight. his eyes flick from eddie's crotch to his eyes, dangerous, but a smile still prevails. he knows that he wants this, knows that he wants eddie, and that he's making it more than obvious. a flick of his thumb over what gator knows is the head, the slit still covered in black denim. ]
Go on, you don't know I ain't a gentleman, do you?
[ soft, a whisper, gravel and home-grown grit. gator grins again, being tugged by eddie by his t-shirt, being pulled. he likes it, likes knowing that eddie? is right there with him. he breaks the distance, his mouth covering eddie's as he kisses him, slow, stoned, deep. his eyes flutter closed, hand still resting against eddie's dick as he picks up his massaging. he wants him hard, begging, so full of gator that he can't walk. this isn't what gator expected pulling up - he thought he'd get enough and go home, collapse, jerk off thinking of something like this, then fall asleep. that's as far as he's ever gotten around eddie munson and said tight jeans. ]
I could take you out to a nice fuckin' dinner, let you meet my goddamn daddy, ride you around and pretend you're mine, but that ain't what you want, and that ain't what I want, now is it, huh?
[ against eddie's ear, gator's hot breath coming out in aroused huffs as he touches eddie, unzips him, reaches inside - he groans, wrapping his hand around him and giving a healthy stroke. ]
[ Eddie isnāt expecting it, lulled into a false sense of apathy by the slow, steady touch that doesnāt seem to be heading anywhere in particular, barely harder than a breath against his thigh. Until heās proven wrong. ]
Jesus fucking Christā
[ He gasps and jolts, his hips arching away from the couch as if a current of electricityās been shot through him. He hisses and releases his grip on the fabric of the t-shirt, scrambling to find purchase in something a bit more solidānamely, Gatorās shoulders, nails digging right through the t-shirt and into flesh. He doesnāt mean it to hurt, but he doesnāt particularly care if it does. Heās already well on his way to coming totally undone, and theyāve only just begun.
He doesnāt beg, but thereās a sort of desperation there regardless, like he can count on one hand the amount of times heās been touched like this by another person. For all his teasing, he is woefully inexperienced, and it shows. Itās always been the wrong place, wrong people, no timeā¦Does that make Gator Tillman the right person? Apparently it does, at least tonight.
Besides, what he lacks in experience, he makes up for it with enthusiasm and an almost wildly unpracticed edge, surging forward to meet the kiss with more teeth than most people would find particularly enjoyable. ]
Like you would risk anyone knowing about this.
[ He just barely manages to huff out a laugh before heās thrown once more, a groan pulled from his throat. That doesnāt mean heās at a loss for words, though. Shutting up Eddie Munson is a nearly impossible feat, and he proceeds to hiss out a stream of expletives, just about every filthy word in the English language tumbling from his lips as he arches against Gatorās hand, chasing the feeling of pleasure. ]
Once isnāt gonna be enough, though, you know.
[ He reaches up to tangle his fingers into the other manās hair, giving an experimental tug just to see what happens. He stares, pupils blown so wide that his eyes look almost pitch black. ]
Youāll get off, youāll get me off, youāll head home, youāll spend every goddamn night thinking about meā¦and then youāll show back up at that door within a week.
[ Heās so confident in that prediction that he would put money on it. ]
Lather, rinse, repeat until one of us skips town or dies. Isnāt that right?
[ when eddie digs his fingernails, stubby even as they are, into his shoulders, gator grunts. what eddie doesn't know is that gator likes it to hurt, sometimes one way, sometimes both ways. he likes the hand in his hair, the gelled locks coming undone with a tug. gator bites his lip, then kisses along eddie's jawline. his hand is still lazy, though he's enjoying that hint of desperation. he's just as horny for it, the weed and beer and music and - fuck, he feels good. smells good. tastes good. ]
Well, goddamn, look at you. Fuckin' psychic. What else you got in that crystal ball?
[ it's a dark chuckle against eddie's skin, hot, breathy. he continues to stroke him slow, but as soon as he feels him stiffen, gator sighs, pleased. his eyes close, another hum of low approval exiting his nose. he kisses eddie's neck, biting, sucking, making sure to leave the prettiest mark possible. he flicks his tongue over it, ownership, even if only in the moment. ]
You ain't skippin' town. We're both dyin'.
[ he licks the underside of eddie's ear, nibbling on the flesh of the lobe. low-hanging fruit, breath beer-laced and warm. he frees eddie completely, then glances down at it, watching his own palm wrap and pull. he licks his lip again, then gazes down at eddie, looking into the darkness of those eyes. he likes them, and he won't pretend otherwise. he swallows thickly, then kisses him again, only this time - it's a little gentler, less haste. gator sucks on eddie's bottom lip, then devours him again, piece by piece. ]
Blind man could see thatās exactly whatās gonna happen. A full week might even be generous.
[Just like a blind man could also see that Eddie isnāt going to turn him away when this inevitably happens again. Heās well aware that heās always leaned just a little too close to an addictive personality for comfort, and heās taken care not to involve himself with anything much harder than weed and alcohol, if only for the sake of his uncle, but this? Gatorās lips and teeth and hands and dark eyes? Dangerous. So much more dangerous than any pill or substance, and Eddie already wants more.
He swears again, louder this time as Gatorās teeth find his neck and work at leaving a nice souvenir, one heāll have to admire in the mirror later. A ragged gasp is ripped from the back of his throat and he inclines his head to offer a wider swath of skin, his grip on Gatorās hair only tightening in an effort to keep him there, to keep him close. Although he says nothing, his meaning is more than clear: Go ahead, devour me whole, see if I care to stop you.
Heās in a frenzy, a live wire ready to spark, but what really manages to dizzy him is when everything slows down a little. Itās not any less pleasurable, but when the kisses become slower, softer, heās so taken aback that he has no choice but to slow down himself, realizing that he doesnāt have to force this to an end. Why would he do something like that when he isnāt actually ready for it to be over? He swallow each kiss, lingers in them for as long as he possibly can, welcomes the ones that end in a bite. His eyes flutter closed and in that moment, he decides that maybe the watermelon flavored nicotine isnāt so bad. Sort of pleasant, even, when mixed with the sour scent and taste of beer. ]
What? [ He manages to rasp, hearing the question perfectly well, but too dazed and blissed out for any immediate response. A couple blinks and he manages a much more typical response: ] Wouldnāt you like to know?
[ He supposes he would probably like to know. Heās loath to pull away, to lose the teeth and fingers marking his body even for a moment, but this sort of arrangement is often better when both parties are equally involved. With another huff of frustration, he steals one last kiss, bites at Gatorās lip as he pulls away, then slips to his knees on the ancient, faded carpet. ]
Maybe youāre the first. Maybe youāre the second, third, fourthā¦Would it really make you feel any less special?
[ He stares up at him with those enormous eyes, head tilted with faux innocence as he takes the whole thing achingly slow, walking his fingers slowly up Gatorās thighs toward his beltā¦where he pauses to smirk, pulls his hands away, and very purposefully pushes all that long hair back behind his ears and over his shoulders, implying that heās done this at least once before and would very much like to avoid at least some kind of messy repeat this time around. ]
Now, where were weā¦?
[ He pretends to think very hard for a moment, thenā¦fuck it. He skips right to the chase, reaches up to work his beltās buckle open, pulls his zipper down and reaches in, only to let out a bark of shocked laughter.]
Jesus Christ. You just may be the first cop in the history of the world who actually isnāt over-compensating. Congratulations. What am I supposed to do with all this?
[ It doesnāt seem to be a question that he really needs answered, because he seems to know just what to do. He wraps his hand around him, stokes him with a flick of his wrist, then drags his tongue up the length, gaze still fixed on the face above him, intense and unblinking. ]
I am gonna skip town. One of these days. Then what will you do?
[ He smirks, almost daring him to respond honestly, holds his gaze for just a beat longer, then takes him in his mouth. One hand works away on what he canāt reach wit his mouth, and the other digs into the other manās thigh, stubby nails scraping and clawing into his flesh. Unpracticed and a little uncoordinated, but not horrible. ]
[ maybe, maybe not. he has his legs spread, cammo and black t-shirt, eddie's breath on his thigh - fuck, he looks good like this, on his knees. gator licks his bottom lip, chest rising and falling with anticipation. he's hard, beyond hard, and who knew it would only take a few substances and kissing? he's desperate, but it doesn't show, his knees lifting very slightly to open his legs further. he wants to kiss eddie again, wants to properly take him to bed, but this is just as good - maybe better. gator gets off on the control just as much as everything else, but this pretty thing unzipping him and reaching in - gator moans, low and soft.
this is territory gator didn't think he'd breach with eddie munson, of all people. the skinny burnout guitarist, the drug dealer, the illegal bits and pieces of his life all adding up to one hell of a rap sheet. all of his indiscretions, this is just one more, isn't it? and as for gator, he's never cared where he gets it. sure, he's looked at him once or twice, but it's always been passing fancy. nothing solid, nothing tangible. now that he's exposed and eddie's complimenting him, his size, gator laughs, just as velvet as his touch as he helps brush eddie's hair out of his face. he tucks a lock behind his ear, then tilts his head. ]
I ain't over-compensatin' for shit, baby. Too much for you?
[ eddie's tongue is a sin in itself, written on the back page of a bible with a phone number. gator's eyes flutter closed at the sensation, of eddie's warm hand, the slickness of his mouth. his back arches just slightly, turning into a roll of his hips. his grip ends up on one of the threadbare cushions, heels in his boots digging into the carpet. however, when eddie utters it: i am gonna skip town... - gator's eyes open, and they're shiny and cruel. no softness, the edges around his irises hard and dark. he lifts eddie's chin, a quick movement, teeth gritting. he looks down at him, the intensity thick. a knife's edge runs between them, and gator smiles. there is no mirth. ]
You run away and I'll chase you down.
[ why? he doesn't know. it's not like they know each other that fucking well, and this is the first time they've ever... done anything as intimate. eddie's still on his knees, and before gator can elaborate, eddie is sucking him and gator grunts, his expression immediately turning from stone-cold to melted, the weed and beer in his system kicking into high gear at the pleasure. gator places his hand at the back of eddie's neck, guiding him, his thighs tightening. ]
I'll chase you down and make you come until you wanna turn back.
[ he's a man of his word. now that it's happening - eddie is right. this is now a line crossed into addiction, and at the thought of pumping loads into eddie - gator gasps, a moan exiting wet lips. he's already leaking, eddie's nails digging, and gator hisses, thrusting shallowly. he wants this so bad, and it's only unlocked now in his mind. ]
[ It really should be enough to shut him up for a time, but it isnāt. Eddie allows himself to be guided for a time, genuinely enjoying the warm weight of the hand on the back of his neck and he hums low in the back of his throat around Gatorās cock, encourages his thrusting even if it means hell for his own gag reflect. But when he thinks Gator is close to finishing, he pull off of him, chest heaving and a touch of laughter in his throat. He already looks half a mess, eyes watering and cheeks flushed, wiping saliva from his chin with the back of his hand, but thereās clearly still a good measure of wickedness there as he pulls back, teases, does everything he can to be a brat. ]
You sound like a man obsessed already, sweetheart. A small time dealer really has you this hot and bothered?
[ His accusation comes paired with a smirk and a dark chuckle as he rests his cheek against Gatorās thigh and peers up at him with those wide eyes, looking almost sweet of a moment. He thinks he could try it, though. Take that wad of cash and see how far he can coast before it all runs dry and he has to turn back or figure out something else. There really isnāt much for him to lose at this point, and the thought of of finally getting out is appealing in and of itself, but what really puts it over the edge is the tempting threat of being chased. Itās about seven different shades of fucked up how readily he think heād welcome it and how deeply he wants to challenge him on it just to give him a nudge in the right direction. Because the cruel, hard look in his eyes and the way he lifts Eddieās chin to meet his gazeāEddie believes heād do it, given enough encouragement.
All Eddie was really aiming for tonight was one less noise complaint on his record and the police off his back for a single evening. Heād wanted Gator Tillman in and out of his home as quickly as possible, but now things have twisted rather dramatically and here he is on his knees, palming himself while he willingly sucks that very same man off. Even worse, Eddie is sure heāll do just about anything to chase this high again when itās all over. He canāt phrase why and heās not even sure he wants to understand what was unlocked in him tonight. All he can do is acknowledge that the two of them have walked hand in hand into the lionās den and the exit has been sealed. They are both well and truly, completely and utterly fucked.
And the worst part is just how fine he is with that. He feels fully insane. ]
Butā
[ He begins, raising his head. He licks his lips and chooses to take pity on him, repositioning to take him in his mouth once more. He wants so badly to hear him hiss and moan again, and he scrapes his short nails down his thigh, leaving white marks as he swirls his tongue over the tip, eye contact still unbroken. ]
Iād really like to see you try.
[ There it is. A challenge, emphasis on the really, clearly containing more than a crumb of truth. Eddie would very much like to see him try. ]
[ gator is close, and when eddie pulls off - he grunts, hand at the back of his head tightening as he takes in a sharp breath. his mouth is open; fat-tongued due to the weed, the pleasure still rocking through his pelvis. he thrusts up, trying to get back at eddie's mouth, a groan of frustration and a slight whine as eddie denies him. he speaks, and gator's eyes light up, that cruel streak rearing its head. he slips his hand around eddie's neck, wrapping his fingers around his throat. he doesn't squeeze, but the eye contact he's holding means he doesn't have to. he'd never have to. ]
You think I won't chase your ass down? Ain't nothin' I can't do. Is that it?
[ when eddie takes mercy and slips the head of gator's cock back into his mouth, gator pants, the sensation of eddie's nails sending him over the edge. he rocks his hips, hand now in eddie's hair as he rides it out. again, he pulls off, and gator groans, so frustrated that he swallows thickly. he wants to come. he knows he's eddie's plaything for now, and that both turns him on and makes him incredibly angry. what about this little burnout does it for him? those eyes, maybe. that ass in those jeans, again, maybe. gator grabs a handful of eddie's hair, ripping his head back, before he leans down and kisses him. he can taste himself, taste cock, but that doesn't bother him, never has. ]
What'cha want, huh? Me to admit somethin'? You think I won't tax that ass like it owes me money? You think I won't ruin you for anyone else?
[ he backs away, hand still in eddie's hair, and he stares down at him. cold, calculating, but glassy-eyed from lust and substances. he takes in a breath, steadying. ]
[ Itās a shock it took this long to end up with Gatorās hand around his throat, and it might have even be enough to shake Eddie out of this substance and lust-induced daze in an instant if he had actually tightened his grip. But he doesnāt, and although Eddieās heart gives a little jolt of terror, it calms almost immediately as he somehow comes to the conclusion that he wonāt. He does wonder vaguely if heās an idiot for letting this spiral so massively out of hand. After all, that cruel look in Gatorās eye is enough of a reminder that Eddie still doesnāt trust him, canāt trust him by any means, but thereās still a high that heās chasing, and heās not ready to come down yet.
The noise he emits when his hair is given a strong tug is interestingāa soft yelp mixed with a moan, all smothered in an instant beneath that kiss. He all but melts into it and swears quietly when they part. ]
Jesus Christ. [ He rolls his head backward into Gatorās palm, buying a moment to catch his breath by staring up into his cold gaze. ] Putting words in my mouth. Pretty sure I only said Iād like to see you try, not that I didn't think you could.
[ Then Eddieās gaze drops downward, flicks upward, downward, then up again. He eyes Gator doubtfully, scrunches up his face and tilts his head one way, then the other, and itās more than clear that heās trying to figure out how all of that could possibly fit inside of him. But the scales tip rather quickly in favor of his want and desire, and he literally shrugs his concerns off, clambers to his feet, and slips through the door of one incredibly messy bedroom.
The sounds of opening and closing drawers, murmured swears and rusting come from within and moments later, Eddie makes his triumphant return, bottle in hand and stripped down to just torn denim and skin. Thereās really nothing particularly impressive or remarkable about what lies beneath his uniform of faded band tees, and heās well aware of that fact. Heās still very much a skinny burnout who probably canāt afford to miss a meal, more sinew and poorly etched tattoos than muscle, but he isnāt lacking in an ounce of confidence as he approaches Gator once more.
Without missing a beat, he drops the bottle onto the couch, then drops himself down onto Gatorās lap to straddle him. He buries his fingers deep into the gel-slicked hair and crowds in painfully close to kiss him like his very life depends on it. Slow, deep, and open mouthed, pouring every ounce of his longing and hunger into it, teeth and tongue and the taste of weed and beer.
Pulling back slightly, he continues in a murmur: ]
But I can guarantee you itās not gonna be you who ruins me for anyone else.
[ He very much could, likely will, probably already has considering how much Eddie wants this. But if this is what fate has in store for him, he plans on dragging Gator down with him. Make him just as desperate and needy and addicted as Eddie already is so they can keep one another company in this personal hell theyāve just created.
His voice is low and touched with gravel as he leans in close, breath hot against Gatorās ear, teeth just scraping against the shell of it. ]
Itās gonna be me who ruins anyone else for you, deputy. No one else is gonna do it for you after this.
[ eddie's head rides back, into gator's palm, and gator tugs it again, possessive. he slips his hand down to the back of eddie's neck, thumb reaching to caress his adam's apple. he swallows hard, and he can't believe this is fucking happening. he's about to pound the brains out of eddie munson.
it seems comical, near-funny, but there's too much lust between them that gator denies the idea that this might be something he won't come back from. if the sex is good, and gator predicts it will be, maybe he'll be the one coming back like an addict ready for the biggest hit imaginable. he wants to overdose on eddie's couch like this, thrusting up into him and coming so hard he'll taste it.
eddie shrugs, leaves the room, and gator peels out of his t-shirt, tossing it to the side. he works the cammo pants down, gun still in its holster, and around his ankles. he takes his cock in his hand, working it, keeping stiff.
he grunts, moan desperate to escape, but he knows that he won't come like this. he can't. it's not enough. still palming himself, eddie re-enters the room shirtless. he's a streak of nothing, skinny and hungry, but gator's starving mouth devours his all the same. his hands travel over eddie's back as they kiss, then over tattoos and his abdomen, rubbing down between his legs. his cock is hard, and gator grunts, knowing that soon he'll jerk it to leaking. ]
Is that right?
[ his words cause gator to shiver, eyes fluttering closed as eddie mouths at his ear. a sensitive spot, gator's cock twitching at the head. his hips shift against eddie's, their pelvises grinding, shaft to shaft. gator moans, lifting eddie effortlessly and bringing him closer. he rips down the rest of the denim, hands on eddie's ass, kneading. ]
That's it, baby. Want me to stretch you out first, huh? How much can you take?
[ it's almost as if he cares - almost. he doesn't want to hurt eddie that badly, does he? the urge to pin him to the floor and fuck him into oblivion like he wants to is tempting, caring about his own pleasure. however, he doesn't, hand around eddie to stroke him. it's slow and teasing, free fingers at eddie's hole. he touches it, rings around the rim, eyes on eddie's all the same. dark, curious, dangerous. ]
Look at it.
[ he grabs eddie's chin, jerking his head down, but gently. he's touching eddie still, lazy jerks, his own cock rubbing against his. ]
[ Itās certainly not the night Eddie envisioned for himself. Not even close, but something in him totally flipped after that second joint and oddly enough, heās not even that high. Heās been stoned fully out of his mind before, and this is nothing like that. The weed barely even factors into it, just offers a good method to excuse this all away later if need be. Heās high on something else entirely, borderline euphoric and so hard it hurts, and in desperate need of more. It's true junkie behavior, and just may be a better buzz than heās gotten from literally anything else in his life.
Maybe heāll have it in him to laugh about it later, because the shift this night took really is all kinds of hilarious. Or maybe heāll just crave it until it happens again, which it inevitably will. Theyāve well established that, even if neither has has properly admitted it. Eddieās reaction serves as truth enough, though. The way his breath hitches in his throat and he swears airily, head tipping to the side, his eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers scrape and grip at any skin they can dig into. The way he bites his lip and shifts, greedily trying to chase the wave of pleasure. And, of course, the fact that he does absolutely nothing to stop him or push him away. ]
Shit, I take it back. That is pretty gentleman behavior of you.
[ Because it really is a level ofā¦maybe care isnāt the correct word, but consideration that he didnāt expect from Gator Tillman, even after his opinion of the man has been significantly twisted already. Heās not expecting a particularly large amount of tenderness, but heās willing to do just about anything to chase this high, and heās certainly not put off now.
He huffs out a soft laugh against Gatorās hand, seriously considers saying something smart like not really or I donāt know, roll for initiative first just to fuck with him, but he thinks better of it. When youāre naked in another manās lap and his hand is around your cock, pretense becomes just a little ridiculous, even if it is for the sake of a joke.
So he sheds pretense entirely and makes things quite clear when he lifts his eyes to that dark, dangerous gaze, tilts his head, and responds with a sly smile, knowing full well that he isn't the only one who desperately wants this. ]
[ the lubricant is easy enough to open; a flip of gator's thumb and he's squirting a healthy amount into his palm. he tosses it aside, sticky-coated fingers warming it between his hands. he glances at eddie, dark eyes lit up, before he reaches around and begins to play with his entrance again. slow circles, a few taps, then he finally slides his middle in, joined by his index. he groans, the warmth so good on just his fingers alone, the tightness and heat intoxicating in its own way. he's going to fuck this skinny burnout, whether or not that's what he came for. he knew that it might happen eventually, but so soon? it's a wet dream come true.
gator pumps his fingers, not too fast, but enough to begin to stretch the muscle. he bites his lip, free hand now back on he and eddie, stroking together. wet, slick sounds make gator gasp, his head leaned back against the sofa's headrest as he eyes eddie's face. all of those expressions, all of that pleasure. he grabs eddie's hip, pulling him forward and into another hot, hard kiss. he mouths at eddie's bottom lip. ]
Mmhm, maybe don't judge a book by it's fuckin' cover. Open up real wide for me, baby boy. Let me feel it.
[ he can see a twist of the light in eddie's eyes, as if he's about to challenge him. gator bites eddie's chin, a grin around the skin, before he leans off and kisses him again, again, again. his fingers slide in and out, quicker, breath hot on eddie's neck. ]
C'mon, say it. I can see that smartass mind flippin' around.
[ gator's lips part in a dark, breathless chuckle. he holds eddie onto him, blunt cockhead rubbing against his still, and he can't take it. he'll need him soon, really soon, but first - gator needs to be pushed over the edge. he wants eddie to smart off, to piss him off, to say something eddie enough to get his blood boiling. call it gator's sick foreplay, or call it the urge to be challenged. ]
[ Itās all Eddie can do to quiver and groan as heat pools between his legs and his mind runs wild with all his wants. Wants the hand on his hip to grip hard enough to bruise, wants to leave marks of his own, wants more and often. Itās kind of ridiculous, but itās so hot and theyāre impossibly close and thoughts beyond lust and desire donāt come easily.
His vision swims as he digs his nails into flesh, mouth falling open in a gasp as they kiss again, and again, and again. Itās not enough. Heās a man starved, and he tries his hardest to chase down one more kiss despite already being so overtaken by pleasure he could die from it.
Then the entire thing is denied, put on a brief pause because Eddie even thought about trying to fuck with him, and since when is Gator Tillman a mind reader? He groans loudly, partially out of arousal and partially out of frustration. ]
That just means you aināt getting none til I do. Funny how that works, huh?
[ He talks a big talk, mimics Gatorās lingo just for an added layer of impudence. And ordinarily heād be perfectly happy to pull back entirely, to tease, to keep this dance going until it drives Gator right to the edge of insanity, but that just isnāt in the cards tonight. Call him dramatic, but Eddie isnāt sure heāll survive if they donāt see this through, not when heās coming apart at the seams as they speak. ]
I was just thinkingā
[ His head lolls backwards, baring the column of his throat as he half chuckles, half huffs angrily. ]
That given our current position? It was a stupid question to ask, deputy.
[ Just as quickly, his chuckle snaps into a soft whine of oh, fuck, his head dropping low and a curtain of hair falling across his face as he rocks back onto Gatorās hand. In this state, he struggles to keep his usual string of jokes and smartass banter going, and he stutters in an attempt to continue. ]
But I am way too close and if you donāt shut up and get to defiling me, this is gonna be over real quick.
[ now that's better. gator slips his fingers out slowly, but doesn't hold back when he thrusts his hips. a hard, rough push and he's inside, a groan of approval escaping his lips as he leans forward and sucks on the side of eddie's neck, opposite, teeth pulling the flesh to kiss another bruise. he groans, hot breath on eddie's ear as he holds him down by the pelvis with two strong hands. he kisses his chin, then covers his mouth with his own, kissing him deep and with lustful, covetous intent. he knows that this is bad - beyond bad, the both of them already this close without trying. has it always been this way? has there always been a spark since gator laid eyes on him? maybe, maybe not. substances add to that, layer by intoxicating layer, gator's hips snapping upward. ]
Defilin'... that what you like to call it, darlin'?
[ gator's words are cut while he moans, lazy syllables in and out of needy sighs. he fucks eddie like he means it, and he does, leaning back to watch as he bounces him into his lap. his thumbs dig into eddie's hipbones, and gator bites his lip, eyes roving over eddie as if he's a man lost, a man that needs to eat him whole. he feels good, almost too good, gator's cockhead tapping his prostate with precision as he angles his hips to catch more of it. ]
You're so fuckin' hard, babydoll, let me help -
[ gator raises his hand and spits in it, then wraps his palm around eddie, pulling, stroking. he matches his own pace, despite his hips jumping quicker. he grunts, looking up at eddie as if this isn't going to be the last time, and they both know it. not when eddie is this tight and feels so good. he yanks his hair back, sitting up again, cock driving into eddie shallowly as he huffs against his mouth. ]
[ It all happens so hard and fast that thereās absolutely no time to make one last quip. Thereās no time to catch his breath or to think or to request that Gator to slow down and give him one fucking secondāas if he possibly would at this point. Heās far too stubborn and in entirely too deep to even think of making such a request. All that single beat of time allows for is a soft, strangled cry as he scrambles for purchase and stars burst before his eyes.
But itās all to be expected. If he wanted tenderness, Gator is the very last person heād be doing this with. This is a quiet desire thatās worked its way up to a mighty need at any cost. Addiction at its finest; anything for a hit, no matter how quick or dirty. And maybe that spark wasnāt alway there, but there was an ember, something so small and insignificant that it could be extinguished with a single breathāor, under different circumstances, stoked into a roaring flame. The latter clearly where theyāve ended up, and it just seems like the natural conclusion for their little dance. The time spent circling one another, closing in little by little, they were alway going to collide eventually, one way or another.
But after that awkward start, Eddie finds a rhythm to match Gatorās, and heās not quiet. A never-ending stream of moans, sighs, and breathless fuck, yeses and please, please, pleases tumbles from his lips as he moves his hips in tandem with Gatorās thrusts. Itās the most polite heās ever been, really.
He accuses Gator of being obsessed, but Eddie is no better. As enraptured as he is and as incredible as heās feeling, he refuses to let his eyes shut. Instead, he keeps his gaze fixed on Gator whenever he can, dark and intense as ever, drinking in every shift in expression and hitch in his breath, hoping to hold him there for as long as possible. ]
Iām soāIām so fucking close.
[ He rasps and chuckles breathlessly, and he thinks about how much he would love to draw this out even more, love to figure out how much it takes to make this man fucking beg for more, but Eddieās already been thoroughly unravelled and itās just a little too late for that now. He silently vows that next time, he will. Next timeāitās an inevitability now, isnāt it?
He twists away from the grip on his hair, just enough to kiss him once more, hard enough to bruise. ]
You gonna get me there, sweetheart? Bet you can't.
[ gator wraps one of his arms around eddie's waist, settling him, the start of it all sloppy and fast. he grunts, shifting eddie forward, his pace punishing. he thrusts up, hand still covering eddie's cock, palm warm and slick as he teases the head with the flat pad of his thumb. they kiss, and gator gives as good as he gets, mouthing at eddie and biting his bottom lip.
he pulls him closer, chest to chest, the way the couch groans underneath them as if it's about to break - it pushes gator further toward the edge, his cock twitching inside of eddie as he begins to leak. he kisses down eddie's chin, then his jawline, biting at it, too. he wants to swallow him whole, wants to take him and never let him go. this, this, this.
with another groan, he tears his head away from eddie's neck, tongue licking upward to the shell of his ear. he grunts again, the thrusts becoming harder, deeper. gator pants, and a whine exits, enough for him to look almost helpless. his mouth parts, wet, shiny, each moan more and more desperate. ]
That's it, baby. Don't think I can fuck you good?
[ his hand moves faster, mouth on eddie's again. he kisses him with fire - passion and pain and tearing eddie up from the inside. his pelvis jerks wildly, and as he leans back onto the cushions, his back arches. he pants louder, looking at eddie, into his eyes, before he spits in his hand again. he coaxes precome from eddie's slit with two fingers, groaning at the sight of it. ]
C'mon, let me see that spunk. Come all over me. I fuckin' need it.
[ his eyelids flutter, and another moan crawls from deep, coming out harsh and so close - ]
[ All according to plan. Itās more than clear that Eddie is just trying to egg him on, trying to see how much more he can put into it, and heās not disappointed when Gatorās pace picks up. Itās pleasure tinged with pain and heās sure heāll end up bruised and feeling it for days, but he canāt focus on anything but the feeling and the movement beneath him right now, and the way he knows heāll end up chasing a repeat of this again and again and again. He drinks in every kiss and bite snd mourns the loss of Gatorās mouth on his own hen he pulls away, forever desperately for more. ]
Fuckā [ He shakes his head, another chuckle edging into his breath, like he just canāt help but laugh his way through this. Itās all so ridiculous, itās all just so much, Gator threatening to finish inside of him while the couch creaks dangerously beneath them, and he just hopes this doesnāt result in anything that he needs to awkwardly explain away later. ] Donāt care. Do it. Fucking need you to do it, okay?
[ He should give more of a shit, there should be more caution than heās actually putting in here, but itās too late for all of that. A problem for future Eddie to dwell on. Preset Eddie is desperate and urgent as the heat builds, and itās all so fucking fast but absolutely incredible as Eddie fights to close any space that remains between them. He presses close, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, and comes with his face in the crook of Gatorās neck, with a shudder and a ragged groan. ]
[ gator thrusts upward, faster, faster - he comes inside of eddie, shooting warmth and wet stickiness. he growls, low and breathless against eddie's ear as he feels him lose it against his chest. he tilts his chin, taking eddie's mouth with his own to kiss - slow, deep, lazy. the afterglow takes hold of gator as he pumps a few more inches into eddie, hands on his hips guiding them through their shared orgasm. gator kisses him again, pulling him closer. aftercare is just as good, gator kneading eddie's ass. ]
That's it, baby. Was it good?
[ he kisses eddie's forehead, brushing wild hair away from it. sweat and come fill the room with the stink of sex, lubricant sticky on their thighs. gator leans his head back, eyes closed, hands now resting on either side of eddie's hips. they stay like this for a moment, gator catching his breath, still half-hard. he's inside, settled, the white of it leaking onto both of them. it's messy, nasty, but gator feels satisfied... for the moment. he knows that he'll be back for this, he'll be back to fuck and smoke and fuck and smoke - but for the while, this is enough. ]
Don't tell anyone about this shit.
[ that should be evident, but the way he's stroking eddie's spine now is downright soft. he hates himself for it, but eddie's just about left him in a coma. that deserves some kindness, he figures, the skinny streak of nothing in his arms warm and soft and needed after. he kisses eddie's cheek, then leans his head back again, coated in both of them. ]
[ His brain and mouth havenāt quite figured out how to work in tandem again yet and he nods weakly, docile and pliable enough for the time being to leave his stubbornness by the wayside and tell the truth of it. It was good, a better high than anything stashed in his bedroom could possibly ever provide. Heās thoroughly satisfied, and the only problem is that he knows he was right: once isnāt enough.
With absolutely no regard for the mess between them, he slumps against Gator like a rag doll and just stays there for a moment, quiet as his heartbeat and breath match the pace of Gatorāsāone beat, two, three, fourā¦Itās the soft aftermath that pulls him back down to earth, the gentle touch on his spine so foreign from these particular hands that it slowly begins pulling on his tether, drawing him out of his stupor. Slowly, his raises his head, blinking in the dim light. ]
And here I was so eager to let everyone know Iām a cop fucker.
[ Thereās no heat to it, and he mumbles, deadpan, still coming out of his haze. He doesnāt particularly care about Tillman Sr. right now, even if he is significantly more intimidating than his son. Heās not here, and there were never any plans to utter a single word about this to anyone. Eddie doesnāt feel a lot of shame aboutā¦well, anything, to be perfectly honest, but heās not stupid. There are some things best kept quiet, and this is certainly one of them. ]
Donāt worry about it, ākay?
[ He brushes the askew hair back and kisses him once, impossibly sweet. ]
[ the nodding, the sighing, the kissing: gator tillman is a dead man, and it won't be a bullet from his father's gun that blows his brains out. it'll be this... strange, soft, sweet tenderness that didn't exist not an hour ago. call it afterglow, call it his dick getting wet - he kisses eddie back so slowly, so deliberately, biting into his bottom lip and sucking it gently. all gator can manage is mmhm, kissing eddie's jaw. yeah, he's a dead man, alright. ]
Cop fucker, yeah, you sure are.
[ a grin, a little bounce of his lap to make sure eddie knows he's still inside him. he's not mean, he's not cruel, he's simply existing at the arms of something he's feeling attracted to. it's a warmth, and he hates it just as much as he wants to burn himself against it. he should be feeling nausea and anxiety and regret and pain - but here he is, eddie munson on his lap, their naked bodies fitting so fucking perfectly. ]
I ain't gonna so long as -
[ they're kissing, and gator groans again, cupping eddie's face by his cheeks and mouthing at him. ]
- we just keep it a fuckin' secret. He ain't gotta know. This is just you and me. It ain't gotta make it around town.
[ gator stares at eddie, searching his eyes with his own. they're sharper now, more in-focus. he tilts his head, swallowing stiffly, then releases his gentle hold. he leans back against the cushions, hand on eddie's hip. they're still naked and entangled, but gator begins to feel the stickiness of it all. he winces, then gazes up at eddie with a slight pout. ]
[ Maybe itās just the afterglow and the fact that heās feeling satisfied and warm and content, maybe itās the fact that every kiss is painfully sweet and gentle and it takes everything for him to not just melt into each one, but he feels the need to soothe that worry. Maybe an anxious man just has the innate ability to recognize anxiety, no matter how deeply buried it may be. He murmurs against Gatorās mouth as they kiss, voice soft: ]
Heās not gonna know. No oneās gonna know. Iām not exactly in the business of oversharing, soā¦
[ His gaze is so open and so earnest that he couldnāt lie if he wanted to. Eddie is a lot of things, but heās not a snitch or an idiot, and he knows when to keep silent about something. No one else needs to know, it could be bad if anyone else did know, and therefore this will stay between the two of them. ]
But, uh, I suggest parking elsewhere next time. Pretty sure most noise complaint visits donāt take this long and we wouldnāt want to disappoint the neighbors when you donāt haul me out of here in cuffs, would we?
[ Heās loathe to leave the warmth of this moment, but it has to be done. With a sigh and a grimace, he finally pulls himself off of Gator, grumbling something about his inability to walk. He manages just fine, though, and vaguely gestures for Gator to follow as he slips into the tiny bathroom. Itās cramped and outdated, the same as the rest of the house, but itās enough to get the job done.
Eddie reaches into the shower and turns the knob all the way to the right to get the water running. Shitty pipes mean a short but frustrating wait for hot water, and Eddie takes the spare moment to peer into the mirror over the sink, brushing his hair to the side to gently press his fingertips to the dark scattering of bruises forming on his throat. Itās kind of impressive work, really, and heās not entirely sure how he plans on hiding it. He may have to lie and say he was in a particularly nasty fight. ]
Jesus Christ. Couldnāt have mauled me a bit more? Not sure I look enough like a dalmatian.
[ they're still kissing, and gator feels oddly content with it. his lips are soft, sweet, tasting of weed and beer and himself. he angles his chin to devour eddie's neck again, licking over one of the bruises. sure, it's anxiety, it's always anxiety, but roy tillman finding out that gator's in the arms of another man - especially the little burnout from the trailer park - gator swallows, suddenly stone-cold sober. he leans his head back, and the look in his eyes indicates that he's coming back to the surface. ]
I could haul your ass outta here if it helps you feel better, but I ain't gonna.
[ eddie has fair points, and gator knows better. he shouldn't have parked outside, he shouldn't have stayed this long. he doesn't regret the sex, not at all, never would - but he feels a cold stone of worry flick around his insides. when eddie leads him to the shower, though, he wraps his arms around him from behind. he kisses the crook of his neck, strong and solid as he steps eddie into the water with him. it's warm, finally, and gator turns eddie toward him slowly. ]
This ain't gonna be nothin' but this.
[ he grasps eddie's cock in his hand, giving it a stroke. he takes it away, swallowing. he's tempted again, despite only fucking minutes ago. he breathes heavy, and he knows what he wants. he reaches past eddie to pick up a washcloth, then the soap. he looks into eddie's eyes, searching, before he lathers up the cloth and begins to wash his chest. ]
We can't do nothin' else, you got me? Just gonna be fuckin'.
[ eddie mentions the marks, and gator's eyes lighten up, that cruel streak hitting the waves. he runs his soapy fingers down one of them, caressing. he's admiring his violent work, though the violence came in the urge. he leans down, kissing eddie just slightly at the corner of his mouth. ]
Don't act like you don't want more, baby. I might leave one on your ass.
[ Not being hauled out of here in cuffs is definitely the cherry on top. He knows that the neighbors are going to gossip, but heās not too worried. Their assumptions are just going to be wrong or unfounded, as they always are. Everyone assumes they know what Eddie gets up to, but theyāre often wildly off base (the rumors about satanism or human sacrifice) or lacking in any concrete proof. Everyone knows he sells, but no one has ever been able to put a real pin in it, nor will they ever so long as his clientele remain silent. To the world outside, thereās absolutely no proof that this is anything more than a noise complaint run a little too long.
Heās grateful for the rush of warm water as he steps backward into it, grateful for the continued kisses that keep that high going just a little longer. He sighs, his eyelids fluttering shut as Gatorās hand falls on him and another wave of desire washes over him. Itās damn near impossible not to give in, but heās sore and exhausted and figures it would be in his best interest to exercise some level of self restraint. At least while he still has the ability to. ]
I really want to, man, butā¦Iām also pretty sure you just fucked out a piece of my soul and Iām really gonna need a lot longer than two minutes to recover from all that, soā¦
[ Theyāre already in terribly close quarters, but Eddie drifts closer still, the scent of soap on his tongue as he leans in to mouth at Gatorās jaw and snakes a hand between the two of the and drags his thin fingers along the length of Gatorās cock. Itās a light, meandering sort of touch, little more than a graze, more teasing than not, but he makes I known that he would go for a second round if he could. ]
But, uhā¦I get you. Absolutely.
[ And why should it ever be anything else? Eddie isnāt even sure he particularly likes this man, even if he has seen a couple unexpected flickers of humanity in him this evening. And even if he is unfairly handsome. It doesnāt change the fact that heās a cop, or the fact that he has a cruel streak a mile wide. No, he doesnāt foresee any possible risk of this becoming anything more than this fucked up little physical bond theyāve formed tonight. Wouldnāt that be a cold day in hell?
The sparkle in his eye and the smirk threatening to invade the softness of his features imply he has more to say, though, and when has he ever avoided a quip? ]
Just wondering if youāre telling me that for my sake or your own.
[ Another kiss, another touch, and a mumble against his skin: ]
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But he doesnāt linger. He heads over to put the music on and doesnāt look back until Gator mocks him. He rolls his eyes dramatically over his shoulder, but silently concedes that he probably deserves a taste of his own medicine. ]
Led Zeppelin.
[ He echoes with a laugh and a shake of his head. Now that is a request heās more than happy to oblige. The current record is removed and returned to its sleeve, and a battered Zeppelin album is selected. ]
Youāre a man of far better taste than I suspected, Tillman. Color me surprised.
[ The space between them grows suspiciously smaller when Eddie returns to the battered couch. Now theyāre close enough that Eddie can knock his knee against Gatorās, and does, just because he can. He says nothing, just lets his eyes drift shut for the briefest of moments while the sweet sounds of Jimmy Pageās guitar fill his ears and the scent of watermelon assaults his senses. He considers complaining, considers telling him that flavored nicotine isnāt going to save his lungs any more than the cheap filter cigarettes Eddie smokes, but he not feeling it. That trek took a lot out of him and just might have softened his bite a bit.
He tips his head to the side, eyes fluttering open again, and stares silently for a beat, two, then reaches over to further bridge whatever space remains between them. Without allowing himself a moment to think (or rather overthink), he lets his fingers skate idly over the collar of the other manās jacket, so close to skin to skin contact, but not quite there. ]
You know, I was under the impression I already was. Sweet-talking you, I mean.
[ That wave has to crash eventually, and Eddie may as well help it along. Itās stupid, heāll probably regret it later, but thatās the effect weed so often has. Right now, heās willing tot take the risk, just to see what all of this is accumulating to. ]
Or was I not obvious enough?
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Then keep doin' it.
[ he reaches up, slow and delayed, the weed pumping through him enough to stop the rattle-shot his heart would normally be without it. he places his hand on eddie's thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth. lazy, unbothered. he's already past wanting to kill him, but if he says something stupid, well, that could change. but now, in this moment, in the waves of the music and the warmth of the trailer - gator keeps his gaze fixed on eddie until he smiles. molasses, poured right out of a jar. ]
You might just get fucked.
[ his eyes light up, but they're near-black with how blown his irises are. he leans his head against the back of the couch, hand raising. he pauses just above eddie's zipper, then pulls away, shrugging out of his jacket. the kevlar is next, and then it's just a black t-shirt before his skin. he knows that this is wrong, yeah, but so is everything else in this podunk fucking town. nothing's been right since he moved here, but this feels better. right. who the fuck cares? ]
Unless you want dinner first. You that kinda girl? Like to be wined and dined before you're sixty-nined?
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And just like Gator, Eddie has landed on āwho the fuck caresā. This town would hate him even if he were the most upstanding of upstanding citizens. What he does or how he behaves really doesnāt matter when itās always going to end the same way. Besides, If he cared, truly cared, he could have ended this two joints and a beer ago. He could have ended it before the door was even opened.
But he didnāt, and now this is where theyāve landed. Quite the jump from the start of the evening. ]
Wow, just outright assuming Iād let you, huh? Thatās bold.
[ As if it does any good to play coy now. Heās doing an awful job backing it up, anyway. He may chuckle, but itās not enough to hide the fact that the hand on his thigh has his head spinning and his heart pounding like a drum. Or the frustrated, disappointed huff he canāt help but make when the hand is pulled away. Embarrassing and pitiful, really, but he can and will easily blame it on the fact that heās high as a kite. An easy excuse right at his fingertips. ]
I really donāt think youāre that much of a gentleman, if Iām being perfectly honest.
[ He tilts his head and studies him for a moment without all those layers. Eddie has had a difficult time seeing Gator as anything other than just another cop, something thatās already shifted quite a bit this evening, but seeing him without the kevlar really seals it. Not that heās aiming for anything close to an emotional connection here, but seeing him as a real person? Kind of a nice change. He almost reminds him of someone. Almost.
He doesnāt let himself dwell on it, though. That could be dangerou. Instead, he reaches out yet again, works his fingers into the thin fabric of the t-shirt and tugs, urging him in closer. ]
But, uh, Iām also pretty sure Iām not like any kind of girl youāve ever met, so I think Iāll manage, sweetheart.
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Go on, you don't know I ain't a gentleman, do you?
[ soft, a whisper, gravel and home-grown grit. gator grins again, being tugged by eddie by his t-shirt, being pulled. he likes it, likes knowing that eddie? is right there with him. he breaks the distance, his mouth covering eddie's as he kisses him, slow, stoned, deep. his eyes flutter closed, hand still resting against eddie's dick as he picks up his massaging. he wants him hard, begging, so full of gator that he can't walk. this isn't what gator expected pulling up - he thought he'd get enough and go home, collapse, jerk off thinking of something like this, then fall asleep. that's as far as he's ever gotten around eddie munson and said tight jeans. ]
I could take you out to a nice fuckin' dinner, let you meet my goddamn daddy, ride you around and pretend you're mine, but that ain't what you want, and that ain't what I want, now is it, huh?
[ against eddie's ear, gator's hot breath coming out in aroused huffs as he touches eddie, unzips him, reaches inside - he groans, wrapping his hand around him and giving a healthy stroke. ]
You been hidin' all this from me?
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Jesus fucking Christā
[ He gasps and jolts, his hips arching away from the couch as if a current of electricityās been shot through him. He hisses and releases his grip on the fabric of the t-shirt, scrambling to find purchase in something a bit more solidānamely, Gatorās shoulders, nails digging right through the t-shirt and into flesh. He doesnāt mean it to hurt, but he doesnāt particularly care if it does. Heās already well on his way to coming totally undone, and theyāve only just begun.
He doesnāt beg, but thereās a sort of desperation there regardless, like he can count on one hand the amount of times heās been touched like this by another person. For all his teasing, he is woefully inexperienced, and it shows. Itās always been the wrong place, wrong people, no timeā¦Does that make Gator Tillman the right person? Apparently it does, at least tonight.
Besides, what he lacks in experience, he makes up for it with enthusiasm and an almost wildly unpracticed edge, surging forward to meet the kiss with more teeth than most people would find particularly enjoyable. ]
Like you would risk anyone knowing about this.
[ He just barely manages to huff out a laugh before heās thrown once more, a groan pulled from his throat. That doesnāt mean heās at a loss for words, though. Shutting up Eddie Munson is a nearly impossible feat, and he proceeds to hiss out a stream of expletives, just about every filthy word in the English language tumbling from his lips as he arches against Gatorās hand, chasing the feeling of pleasure. ]
Once isnāt gonna be enough, though, you know.
[ He reaches up to tangle his fingers into the other manās hair, giving an experimental tug just to see what happens. He stares, pupils blown so wide that his eyes look almost pitch black. ]
Youāll get off, youāll get me off, youāll head home, youāll spend every goddamn night thinking about meā¦and then youāll show back up at that door within a week.
[ Heās so confident in that prediction that he would put money on it. ]
Lather, rinse, repeat until one of us skips town or dies. Isnāt that right?
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Well, goddamn, look at you. Fuckin' psychic. What else you got in that crystal ball?
[ it's a dark chuckle against eddie's skin, hot, breathy. he continues to stroke him slow, but as soon as he feels him stiffen, gator sighs, pleased. his eyes close, another hum of low approval exiting his nose. he kisses eddie's neck, biting, sucking, making sure to leave the prettiest mark possible. he flicks his tongue over it, ownership, even if only in the moment. ]
You ain't skippin' town. We're both dyin'.
[ he licks the underside of eddie's ear, nibbling on the flesh of the lobe. low-hanging fruit, breath beer-laced and warm. he frees eddie completely, then glances down at it, watching his own palm wrap and pull. he licks his lip again, then gazes down at eddie, looking into the darkness of those eyes. he likes them, and he won't pretend otherwise. he swallows thickly, then kisses him again, only this time - it's a little gentler, less haste. gator sucks on eddie's bottom lip, then devours him again, piece by piece. ]
You ever gave a man head?
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[Just like a blind man could also see that Eddie isnāt going to turn him away when this inevitably happens again. Heās well aware that heās always leaned just a little too close to an addictive personality for comfort, and heās taken care not to involve himself with anything much harder than weed and alcohol, if only for the sake of his uncle, but this? Gatorās lips and teeth and hands and dark eyes? Dangerous. So much more dangerous than any pill or substance, and Eddie already wants more.
He swears again, louder this time as Gatorās teeth find his neck and work at leaving a nice souvenir, one heāll have to admire in the mirror later. A ragged gasp is ripped from the back of his throat and he inclines his head to offer a wider swath of skin, his grip on Gatorās hair only tightening in an effort to keep him there, to keep him close. Although he says nothing, his meaning is more than clear: Go ahead, devour me whole, see if I care to stop you.
Heās in a frenzy, a live wire ready to spark, but what really manages to dizzy him is when everything slows down a little. Itās not any less pleasurable, but when the kisses become slower, softer, heās so taken aback that he has no choice but to slow down himself, realizing that he doesnāt have to force this to an end. Why would he do something like that when he isnāt actually ready for it to be over? He swallow each kiss, lingers in them for as long as he possibly can, welcomes the ones that end in a bite. His eyes flutter closed and in that moment, he decides that maybe the watermelon flavored nicotine isnāt so bad. Sort of pleasant, even, when mixed with the sour scent and taste of beer.
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What? [ He manages to rasp, hearing the question perfectly well, but too dazed and blissed out for any immediate response. A couple blinks and he manages a much more typical response: ] Wouldnāt you like to know?
[ He supposes he would probably like to know. Heās loath to pull away, to lose the teeth and fingers marking his body even for a moment, but this sort of arrangement is often better when both parties are equally involved. With another huff of frustration, he steals one last kiss, bites at Gatorās lip as he pulls away, then slips to his knees on the ancient, faded carpet. ]
Maybe youāre the first. Maybe youāre the second, third, fourthā¦Would it really make you feel any less special?
[ He stares up at him with those enormous eyes, head tilted with faux innocence as he takes the whole thing achingly slow, walking his fingers slowly up Gatorās thighs toward his beltā¦where he pauses to smirk, pulls his hands away, and very purposefully pushes all that long hair back behind his ears and over his shoulders, implying that heās done this at least once before and would very much like to avoid at least some kind of messy repeat this time around. ]
Now, where were weā¦?
[ He pretends to think very hard for a moment, thenā¦fuck it. He skips right to the chase, reaches up to work his beltās buckle open, pulls his zipper down and reaches in, only to let out a bark of shocked laughter.]
Jesus Christ. You just may be the first cop in the history of the world who actually isnāt over-compensating. Congratulations. What am I supposed to do with all this?
[ It doesnāt seem to be a question that he really needs answered, because he seems to know just what to do. He wraps his hand around him, stokes him with a flick of his wrist, then drags his tongue up the length, gaze still fixed on the face above him, intense and unblinking. ]
I am gonna skip town. One of these days. Then what will you do?
[ He smirks, almost daring him to respond honestly, holds his gaze for just a beat longer, then takes him in his mouth. One hand works away on what he canāt reach wit his mouth, and the other digs into the other manās thigh, stubby nails scraping and clawing into his flesh. Unpracticed and a little uncoordinated, but not horrible. ]
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[ maybe, maybe not. he has his legs spread, cammo and black t-shirt, eddie's breath on his thigh - fuck, he looks good like this, on his knees. gator licks his bottom lip, chest rising and falling with anticipation. he's hard, beyond hard, and who knew it would only take a few substances and kissing? he's desperate, but it doesn't show, his knees lifting very slightly to open his legs further. he wants to kiss eddie again, wants to properly take him to bed, but this is just as good - maybe better. gator gets off on the control just as much as everything else, but this pretty thing unzipping him and reaching in - gator moans, low and soft.
this is territory gator didn't think he'd breach with eddie munson, of all people. the skinny burnout guitarist, the drug dealer, the illegal bits and pieces of his life all adding up to one hell of a rap sheet. all of his indiscretions, this is just one more, isn't it? and as for gator, he's never cared where he gets it. sure, he's looked at him once or twice, but it's always been passing fancy. nothing solid, nothing tangible. now that he's exposed and eddie's complimenting him, his size, gator laughs, just as velvet as his touch as he helps brush eddie's hair out of his face. he tucks a lock behind his ear, then tilts his head. ]
I ain't over-compensatin' for shit, baby. Too much for you?
[ eddie's tongue is a sin in itself, written on the back page of a bible with a phone number. gator's eyes flutter closed at the sensation, of eddie's warm hand, the slickness of his mouth. his back arches just slightly, turning into a roll of his hips. his grip ends up on one of the threadbare cushions, heels in his boots digging into the carpet. however, when eddie utters it: i am gonna skip town... - gator's eyes open, and they're shiny and cruel. no softness, the edges around his irises hard and dark. he lifts eddie's chin, a quick movement, teeth gritting. he looks down at him, the intensity thick. a knife's edge runs between them, and gator smiles. there is no mirth. ]
You run away and I'll chase you down.
[ why? he doesn't know. it's not like they know each other that fucking well, and this is the first time they've ever... done anything as intimate. eddie's still on his knees, and before gator can elaborate, eddie is sucking him and gator grunts, his expression immediately turning from stone-cold to melted, the weed and beer in his system kicking into high gear at the pleasure. gator places his hand at the back of eddie's neck, guiding him, his thighs tightening. ]
I'll chase you down and make you come until you wanna turn back.
[ he's a man of his word. now that it's happening - eddie is right. this is now a line crossed into addiction, and at the thought of pumping loads into eddie - gator gasps, a moan exiting wet lips. he's already leaking, eddie's nails digging, and gator hisses, thrusting shallowly. he wants this so bad, and it's only unlocked now in his mind. ]
That's it, baby. Fuck.
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You sound like a man obsessed already, sweetheart. A small time dealer really has you this hot and bothered?
[ His accusation comes paired with a smirk and a dark chuckle as he rests his cheek against Gatorās thigh and peers up at him with those wide eyes, looking almost sweet of a moment. He thinks he could try it, though. Take that wad of cash and see how far he can coast before it all runs dry and he has to turn back or figure out something else. There really isnāt much for him to lose at this point, and the thought of of finally getting out is appealing in and of itself, but what really puts it over the edge is the tempting threat of being chased. Itās about seven different shades of fucked up how readily he think heād welcome it and how deeply he wants to challenge him on it just to give him a nudge in the right direction. Because the cruel, hard look in his eyes and the way he lifts Eddieās chin to meet his gazeāEddie believes heād do it, given enough encouragement.
All Eddie was really aiming for tonight was one less noise complaint on his record and the police off his back for a single evening. Heād wanted Gator Tillman in and out of his home as quickly as possible, but now things have twisted rather dramatically and here he is on his knees, palming himself while he willingly sucks that very same man off. Even worse, Eddie is sure heāll do just about anything to chase this high again when itās all over. He canāt phrase why and heās not even sure he wants to understand what was unlocked in him tonight. All he can do is acknowledge that the two of them have walked hand in hand into the lionās den and the exit has been sealed. They are both well and truly, completely and utterly fucked.
And the worst part is just how fine he is with that. He feels fully insane. ]
Butā
[ He begins, raising his head. He licks his lips and chooses to take pity on him, repositioning to take him in his mouth once more. He wants so badly to hear him hiss and moan again, and he scrapes his short nails down his thigh, leaving white marks as he swirls his tongue over the tip, eye contact still unbroken. ]
Iād really like to see you try.
[ There it is. A challenge, emphasis on the really, clearly containing more than a crumb of truth. Eddie would very much like to see him try. ]
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You think I won't chase your ass down? Ain't nothin' I can't do. Is that it?
[ when eddie takes mercy and slips the head of gator's cock back into his mouth, gator pants, the sensation of eddie's nails sending him over the edge. he rocks his hips, hand now in eddie's hair as he rides it out. again, he pulls off, and gator groans, so frustrated that he swallows thickly. he wants to come. he knows he's eddie's plaything for now, and that both turns him on and makes him incredibly angry. what about this little burnout does it for him? those eyes, maybe. that ass in those jeans, again, maybe. gator grabs a handful of eddie's hair, ripping his head back, before he leans down and kisses him. he can taste himself, taste cock, but that doesn't bother him, never has. ]
What'cha want, huh? Me to admit somethin'? You think I won't tax that ass like it owes me money? You think I won't ruin you for anyone else?
[ he backs away, hand still in eddie's hair, and he stares down at him. cold, calculating, but glassy-eyed from lust and substances. he takes in a breath, steadying. ]
Enough suckin'. Go get the lube.
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The noise he emits when his hair is given a strong tug is interestingāa soft yelp mixed with a moan, all smothered in an instant beneath that kiss. He all but melts into it and swears quietly when they part. ]
Jesus Christ. [ He rolls his head backward into Gatorās palm, buying a moment to catch his breath by staring up into his cold gaze. ] Putting words in my mouth. Pretty sure I only said Iād like to see you try, not that I didn't think you could.
[ Then Eddieās gaze drops downward, flicks upward, downward, then up again. He eyes Gator doubtfully, scrunches up his face and tilts his head one way, then the other, and itās more than clear that heās trying to figure out how all of that could possibly fit inside of him. But the scales tip rather quickly in favor of his want and desire, and he literally shrugs his concerns off, clambers to his feet, and slips through the door of one incredibly messy bedroom.
The sounds of opening and closing drawers, murmured swears and rusting come from within and moments later, Eddie makes his triumphant return, bottle in hand and stripped down to just torn denim and skin. Thereās really nothing particularly impressive or remarkable about what lies beneath his uniform of faded band tees, and heās well aware of that fact. Heās still very much a skinny burnout who probably canāt afford to miss a meal, more sinew and poorly etched tattoos than muscle, but he isnāt lacking in an ounce of confidence as he approaches Gator once more.
Without missing a beat, he drops the bottle onto the couch, then drops himself down onto Gatorās lap to straddle him. He buries his fingers deep into the gel-slicked hair and crowds in painfully close to kiss him like his very life depends on it. Slow, deep, and open mouthed, pouring every ounce of his longing and hunger into it, teeth and tongue and the taste of weed and beer.
Pulling back slightly, he continues in a murmur: ]
But I can guarantee you itās not gonna be you who ruins me for anyone else.
[ He very much could, likely will, probably already has considering how much Eddie wants this. But if this is what fate has in store for him, he plans on dragging Gator down with him. Make him just as desperate and needy and addicted as Eddie already is so they can keep one another company in this personal hell theyāve just created.
His voice is low and touched with gravel as he leans in close, breath hot against Gatorās ear, teeth just scraping against the shell of it. ]
Itās gonna be me who ruins anyone else for you, deputy. No one else is gonna do it for you after this.
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it seems comical, near-funny, but there's too much lust between them that gator denies the idea that this might be something he won't come back from. if the sex is good, and gator predicts it will be, maybe he'll be the one coming back like an addict ready for the biggest hit imaginable. he wants to overdose on eddie's couch like this, thrusting up into him and coming so hard he'll taste it.
eddie shrugs, leaves the room, and gator peels out of his t-shirt, tossing it to the side. he works the cammo pants down, gun still in its holster, and around his ankles. he takes his cock in his hand, working it, keeping stiff.
he grunts, moan desperate to escape, but he knows that he won't come like this. he can't. it's not enough. still palming himself, eddie re-enters the room shirtless. he's a streak of nothing, skinny and hungry, but gator's starving mouth devours his all the same. his hands travel over eddie's back as they kiss, then over tattoos and his abdomen, rubbing down between his legs. his cock is hard, and gator grunts, knowing that soon he'll jerk it to leaking. ]
Is that right?
[ his words cause gator to shiver, eyes fluttering closed as eddie mouths at his ear. a sensitive spot, gator's cock twitching at the head. his hips shift against eddie's, their pelvises grinding, shaft to shaft. gator moans, lifting eddie effortlessly and bringing him closer. he rips down the rest of the denim, hands on eddie's ass, kneading. ]
That's it, baby. Want me to stretch you out first, huh? How much can you take?
[ it's almost as if he cares - almost. he doesn't want to hurt eddie that badly, does he? the urge to pin him to the floor and fuck him into oblivion like he wants to is tempting, caring about his own pleasure. however, he doesn't, hand around eddie to stroke him. it's slow and teasing, free fingers at eddie's hole. he touches it, rings around the rim, eyes on eddie's all the same. dark, curious, dangerous. ]
Look at it.
[ he grabs eddie's chin, jerking his head down, but gently. he's touching eddie still, lazy jerks, his own cock rubbing against his. ]
Doesn't that make you wanna fuck?
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Maybe heāll have it in him to laugh about it later, because the shift this night took really is all kinds of hilarious. Or maybe heāll just crave it until it happens again, which it inevitably will. Theyāve well established that, even if neither has has properly admitted it. Eddieās reaction serves as truth enough, though. The way his breath hitches in his throat and he swears airily, head tipping to the side, his eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers scrape and grip at any skin they can dig into. The way he bites his lip and shifts, greedily trying to chase the wave of pleasure. And, of course, the fact that he does absolutely nothing to stop him or push him away. ]
Shit, I take it back. That is pretty gentleman behavior of you.
[ Because it really is a level ofā¦maybe care isnāt the correct word, but consideration that he didnāt expect from Gator Tillman, even after his opinion of the man has been significantly twisted already. Heās not expecting a particularly large amount of tenderness, but heās willing to do just about anything to chase this high, and heās certainly not put off now.
He huffs out a soft laugh against Gatorās hand, seriously considers saying something smart like not really or I donāt know, roll for initiative first just to fuck with him, but he thinks better of it. When youāre naked in another manās lap and his hand is around your cock, pretense becomes just a little ridiculous, even if it is for the sake of a joke.
So he sheds pretense entirely and makes things quite clear when he lifts his eyes to that dark, dangerous gaze, tilts his head, and responds with a sly smile, knowing full well that he isn't the only one who desperately wants this. ]
Be my guest, loverboy. Iām all yours.
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gator pumps his fingers, not too fast, but enough to begin to stretch the muscle. he bites his lip, free hand now back on he and eddie, stroking together. wet, slick sounds make gator gasp, his head leaned back against the sofa's headrest as he eyes eddie's face. all of those expressions, all of that pleasure. he grabs eddie's hip, pulling him forward and into another hot, hard kiss. he mouths at eddie's bottom lip. ]
Mmhm, maybe don't judge a book by it's fuckin' cover. Open up real wide for me, baby boy. Let me feel it.
[ he can see a twist of the light in eddie's eyes, as if he's about to challenge him. gator bites eddie's chin, a grin around the skin, before he leans off and kisses him again, again, again. his fingers slide in and out, quicker, breath hot on eddie's neck. ]
C'mon, say it. I can see that smartass mind flippin' around.
[ gator's lips part in a dark, breathless chuckle. he holds eddie onto him, blunt cockhead rubbing against his still, and he can't take it. he'll need him soon, really soon, but first - gator needs to be pushed over the edge. he wants eddie to smart off, to piss him off, to say something eddie enough to get his blood boiling. call it gator's sick foreplay, or call it the urge to be challenged. ]
I ain't givin' you none 'til you do.
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His vision swims as he digs his nails into flesh, mouth falling open in a gasp as they kiss again, and again, and again. Itās not enough. Heās a man starved, and he tries his hardest to chase down one more kiss despite already being so overtaken by pleasure he could die from it.
Then the entire thing is denied, put on a brief pause because Eddie even thought about trying to fuck with him, and since when is Gator Tillman a mind reader? He groans loudly, partially out of arousal and partially out of frustration. ]
That just means you aināt getting none til I do. Funny how that works, huh?
[ He talks a big talk, mimics Gatorās lingo just for an added layer of impudence. And ordinarily heād be perfectly happy to pull back entirely, to tease, to keep this dance going until it drives Gator right to the edge of insanity, but that just isnāt in the cards tonight. Call him dramatic, but Eddie isnāt sure heāll survive if they donāt see this through, not when heās coming apart at the seams as they speak. ]
I was just thinkingā
[ His head lolls backwards, baring the column of his throat as he half chuckles, half huffs angrily. ]
That given our current position? It was a stupid question to ask, deputy.
[ Just as quickly, his chuckle snaps into a soft whine of oh, fuck, his head dropping low and a curtain of hair falling across his face as he rocks back onto Gatorās hand. In this state, he struggles to keep his usual string of jokes and smartass banter going, and he stutters in an attempt to continue. ]
But I am way too close and if you donāt shut up and get to defiling me, this is gonna be over real quick.
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Defilin'... that what you like to call it, darlin'?
[ gator's words are cut while he moans, lazy syllables in and out of needy sighs. he fucks eddie like he means it, and he does, leaning back to watch as he bounces him into his lap. his thumbs dig into eddie's hipbones, and gator bites his lip, eyes roving over eddie as if he's a man lost, a man that needs to eat him whole. he feels good, almost too good, gator's cockhead tapping his prostate with precision as he angles his hips to catch more of it. ]
You're so fuckin' hard, babydoll, let me help -
[ gator raises his hand and spits in it, then wraps his palm around eddie, pulling, stroking. he matches his own pace, despite his hips jumping quicker. he grunts, looking up at eddie as if this isn't going to be the last time, and they both know it. not when eddie is this tight and feels so good. he yanks his hair back, sitting up again, cock driving into eddie shallowly as he huffs against his mouth. ]
That's it, fuck, yeah.
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But itās all to be expected. If he wanted tenderness, Gator is the very last person heād be doing this with. This is a quiet desire thatās worked its way up to a mighty need at any cost. Addiction at its finest; anything for a hit, no matter how quick or dirty. And maybe that spark wasnāt alway there, but there was an ember, something so small and insignificant that it could be extinguished with a single breathāor, under different circumstances, stoked into a roaring flame. The latter clearly where theyāve ended up, and it just seems like the natural conclusion for their little dance. The time spent circling one another, closing in little by little, they were alway going to collide eventually, one way or another.
But after that awkward start, Eddie finds a rhythm to match Gatorās, and heās not quiet. A never-ending stream of moans, sighs, and breathless fuck, yeses and please, please, pleases tumbles from his lips as he moves his hips in tandem with Gatorās thrusts. Itās the most polite heās ever been, really.
He accuses Gator of being obsessed, but Eddie is no better. As enraptured as he is and as incredible as heās feeling, he refuses to let his eyes shut. Instead, he keeps his gaze fixed on Gator whenever he can, dark and intense as ever, drinking in every shift in expression and hitch in his breath, hoping to hold him there for as long as possible. ]
Iām soāIām so fucking close.
[ He rasps and chuckles breathlessly, and he thinks about how much he would love to draw this out even more, love to figure out how much it takes to make this man fucking beg for more, but Eddieās already been thoroughly unravelled and itās just a little too late for that now. He silently vows that next time, he will. Next timeāitās an inevitability now, isnāt it?
He twists away from the grip on his hair, just enough to kiss him once more, hard enough to bruise. ]
You gonna get me there, sweetheart? Bet you can't.
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he pulls him closer, chest to chest, the way the couch groans underneath them as if it's about to break - it pushes gator further toward the edge, his cock twitching inside of eddie as he begins to leak. he kisses down eddie's chin, then his jawline, biting at it, too. he wants to swallow him whole, wants to take him and never let him go. this, this, this.
with another groan, he tears his head away from eddie's neck, tongue licking upward to the shell of his ear. he grunts again, the thrusts becoming harder, deeper. gator pants, and a whine exits, enough for him to look almost helpless. his mouth parts, wet, shiny, each moan more and more desperate. ]
That's it, baby. Don't think I can fuck you good?
[ his hand moves faster, mouth on eddie's again. he kisses him with fire - passion and pain and tearing eddie up from the inside. his pelvis jerks wildly, and as he leans back onto the cushions, his back arches. he pants louder, looking at eddie, into his eyes, before he spits in his hand again. he coaxes precome from eddie's slit with two fingers, groaning at the sight of it. ]
C'mon, let me see that spunk. Come all over me. I fuckin' need it.
[ his eyelids flutter, and another moan crawls from deep, coming out harsh and so close - ]
Fuck, I'm gonna come inside.
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Fuckā [ He shakes his head, another chuckle edging into his breath, like he just canāt help but laugh his way through this. Itās all so ridiculous, itās all just so much, Gator threatening to finish inside of him while the couch creaks dangerously beneath them, and he just hopes this doesnāt result in anything that he needs to awkwardly explain away later. ] Donāt care. Do it. Fucking need you to do it, okay?
[ He should give more of a shit, there should be more caution than heās actually putting in here, but itās too late for all of that. A problem for future Eddie to dwell on. Preset Eddie is desperate and urgent as the heat builds, and itās all so fucking fast but absolutely incredible as Eddie fights to close any space that remains between them. He presses close, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, and comes with his face in the crook of Gatorās neck, with a shudder and a ragged groan. ]
Jesus fucking Christā
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That's it, baby. Was it good?
[ he kisses eddie's forehead, brushing wild hair away from it. sweat and come fill the room with the stink of sex, lubricant sticky on their thighs. gator leans his head back, eyes closed, hands now resting on either side of eddie's hips. they stay like this for a moment, gator catching his breath, still half-hard. he's inside, settled, the white of it leaking onto both of them. it's messy, nasty, but gator feels satisfied... for the moment. he knows that he'll be back for this, he'll be back to fuck and smoke and fuck and smoke - but for the while, this is enough. ]
Don't tell anyone about this shit.
[ that should be evident, but the way he's stroking eddie's spine now is downright soft. he hates himself for it, but eddie's just about left him in a coma. that deserves some kindness, he figures, the skinny streak of nothing in his arms warm and soft and needed after. he kisses eddie's cheek, then leans his head back again, coated in both of them. ]
My daddy'll kill us both.
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With absolutely no regard for the mess between them, he slumps against Gator like a rag doll and just stays there for a moment, quiet as his heartbeat and breath match the pace of Gatorāsāone beat, two, three, fourā¦Itās the soft aftermath that pulls him back down to earth, the gentle touch on his spine so foreign from these particular hands that it slowly begins pulling on his tether, drawing him out of his stupor. Slowly, his raises his head, blinking in the dim light. ]
And here I was so eager to let everyone know Iām a cop fucker.
[ Thereās no heat to it, and he mumbles, deadpan, still coming out of his haze. He doesnāt particularly care about Tillman Sr. right now, even if he is significantly more intimidating than his son. Heās not here, and there were never any plans to utter a single word about this to anyone. Eddie doesnāt feel a lot of shame aboutā¦well, anything, to be perfectly honest, but heās not stupid. There are some things best kept quiet, and this is certainly one of them. ]
Donāt worry about it, ākay?
[ He brushes the askew hair back and kisses him once, impossibly sweet. ]
Iām not gonna say shit.
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Cop fucker, yeah, you sure are.
[ a grin, a little bounce of his lap to make sure eddie knows he's still inside him. he's not mean, he's not cruel, he's simply existing at the arms of something he's feeling attracted to. it's a warmth, and he hates it just as much as he wants to burn himself against it. he should be feeling nausea and anxiety and regret and pain - but here he is, eddie munson on his lap, their naked bodies fitting so fucking perfectly. ]
I ain't gonna so long as -
[ they're kissing, and gator groans again, cupping eddie's face by his cheeks and mouthing at him. ]
- we just keep it a fuckin' secret. He ain't gotta know. This is just you and me. It ain't gotta make it around town.
[ gator stares at eddie, searching his eyes with his own. they're sharper now, more in-focus. he tilts his head, swallowing stiffly, then releases his gentle hold. he leans back against the cushions, hand on eddie's hip. they're still naked and entangled, but gator begins to feel the stickiness of it all. he winces, then gazes up at eddie with a slight pout. ]
Showerin' time.
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[ Maybe itās just the afterglow and the fact that heās feeling satisfied and warm and content, maybe itās the fact that every kiss is painfully sweet and gentle and it takes everything for him to not just melt into each one, but he feels the need to soothe that worry. Maybe an anxious man just has the innate ability to recognize anxiety, no matter how deeply buried it may be. He murmurs against Gatorās mouth as they kiss, voice soft: ]
Heās not gonna know. No oneās gonna know. Iām not exactly in the business of oversharing, soā¦
[ His gaze is so open and so earnest that he couldnāt lie if he wanted to. Eddie is a lot of things, but heās not a snitch or an idiot, and he knows when to keep silent about something. No one else needs to know, it could be bad if anyone else did know, and therefore this will stay between the two of them. ]
But, uh, I suggest parking elsewhere next time. Pretty sure most noise complaint visits donāt take this long and we wouldnāt want to disappoint the neighbors when you donāt haul me out of here in cuffs, would we?
[ Heās loathe to leave the warmth of this moment, but it has to be done. With a sigh and a grimace, he finally pulls himself off of Gator, grumbling something about his inability to walk. He manages just fine, though, and vaguely gestures for Gator to follow as he slips into the tiny bathroom. Itās cramped and outdated, the same as the rest of the house, but itās enough to get the job done.
Eddie reaches into the shower and turns the knob all the way to the right to get the water running. Shitty pipes mean a short but frustrating wait for hot water, and Eddie takes the spare moment to peer into the mirror over the sink, brushing his hair to the side to gently press his fingertips to the dark scattering of bruises forming on his throat. Itās kind of impressive work, really, and heās not entirely sure how he plans on hiding it. He may have to lie and say he was in a particularly nasty fight. ]
Jesus Christ. Couldnāt have mauled me a bit more? Not sure I look enough like a dalmatian.
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I could haul your ass outta here if it helps you feel better, but I ain't gonna.
[ eddie has fair points, and gator knows better. he shouldn't have parked outside, he shouldn't have stayed this long. he doesn't regret the sex, not at all, never would - but he feels a cold stone of worry flick around his insides. when eddie leads him to the shower, though, he wraps his arms around him from behind. he kisses the crook of his neck, strong and solid as he steps eddie into the water with him. it's warm, finally, and gator turns eddie toward him slowly. ]
This ain't gonna be nothin' but this.
[ he grasps eddie's cock in his hand, giving it a stroke. he takes it away, swallowing. he's tempted again, despite only fucking minutes ago. he breathes heavy, and he knows what he wants. he reaches past eddie to pick up a washcloth, then the soap. he looks into eddie's eyes, searching, before he lathers up the cloth and begins to wash his chest. ]
We can't do nothin' else, you got me? Just gonna be fuckin'.
[ eddie mentions the marks, and gator's eyes lighten up, that cruel streak hitting the waves. he runs his soapy fingers down one of them, caressing. he's admiring his violent work, though the violence came in the urge. he leans down, kissing eddie just slightly at the corner of his mouth. ]
Don't act like you don't want more, baby. I might leave one on your ass.
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Heās grateful for the rush of warm water as he steps backward into it, grateful for the continued kisses that keep that high going just a little longer. He sighs, his eyelids fluttering shut as Gatorās hand falls on him and another wave of desire washes over him. Itās damn near impossible not to give in, but heās sore and exhausted and figures it would be in his best interest to exercise some level of self restraint. At least while he still has the ability to. ]
I really want to, man, butā¦Iām also pretty sure you just fucked out a piece of my soul and Iām really gonna need a lot longer than two minutes to recover from all that, soā¦
[ Theyāre already in terribly close quarters, but Eddie drifts closer still, the scent of soap on his tongue as he leans in to mouth at Gatorās jaw and snakes a hand between the two of the and drags his thin fingers along the length of Gatorās cock. Itās a light, meandering sort of touch, little more than a graze, more teasing than not, but he makes I known that he would go for a second round if he could. ]
But, uhā¦I get you. Absolutely.
[ And why should it ever be anything else? Eddie isnāt even sure he particularly likes this man, even if he has seen a couple unexpected flickers of humanity in him this evening. And even if he is unfairly handsome. It doesnāt change the fact that heās a cop, or the fact that he has a cruel streak a mile wide. No, he doesnāt foresee any possible risk of this becoming anything more than this fucked up little physical bond theyāve formed tonight. Wouldnāt that be a cold day in hell?
The sparkle in his eye and the smirk threatening to invade the softness of his features imply he has more to say, though, and when has he ever avoided a quip? ]
Just wondering if youāre telling me that for my sake or your own.
[ Another kiss, another touch, and a mumble against his skin: ]
But itās cool. Pretty sure Iāll survive.
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