[ The fact of the matter is that Eddie has some idea of what he’s gotten himself into. Though he may not know the whole of it, he still understands that the man he’s dealing with is genuinely dangerous and at least capable of killing. Whether or not he actually has is unknown to him, but he’s seen the storm brewing behind Gator’s eyes on more than one occasion, and he’s often wondered if, or rather when he might be the next to find Gator’s hands around his throat.
Because Eddie has been known to poke the bear. Cops are easy to mess with, especially the specific breed of small town cop he’s the most familiar with. The ones who will haul him downtown only to release him an hour later because they never find anything and fail to follow up on some pretty obvious leads. Gator isn’t that breed of cop. He’s something darker all together, but Eddie has still never been able to help himself, and the two of them managed to entwine themselves together long before this evening’s events. Eddie sells, Gator uses, and neither can out the other without sacrificing themself as well. They’ve just twisted themselves more tightly together now, adding a second layer to this whole fucked up ordeal.
Eddie is quite certain he’ll be able to untangle himself from Gator, though, if it should come to that. He’s sure he’ll know when to pull back before he digs too deep of a hole for himself. He’s sure, and he can only hope that he’s not wrong, because that kiss sets him on fire, more so than all the ones before it. It’s intense and leaves him wanting for more of something that he knows he can’t have right now. It’s enough to nearly makes him doubt his ability or desire to ever put an end to this. Fuck, this is bad, this is terrifying, actually, and that seed of doubt threatens to germinate once more—
But they part, and just like that, their time is up, and worrying isn’t worth the effort. Eddie reaches for a towel to begin squeezing the water from his dripping hair, wraps the towel around his waist, and carefully slips by the other man to collect fresh clothing from his chaotic dragon’s hoard of a bedroom. ]
I’m not stopping you, man.
[ And he doesn’t. He doesn’t try to reach for him, utters no word to slow him, and when they separate, he makes no move to close the space between them once more. He gets it. Gator has already stayed longer than intended. Any longer and it will look even more suspicious than it already does. They both know that this is how it needs to be.
He emerges moments later, right back in his typical band t-shirt uniform, and leans against the door frame to eye him, arms crossed and head tilted, expression unreadable despite the smile on his mouth. ]
[ entwine and untangle. gator knows that if push comes to shove, he'll haul eddie in, but that's never the case in stark county. roy allows eddie to sell just as he allows gator to use. not a single breath in this fucking county isn't accounted for by roy himself, including all the huffing and puffing they were doing on the couch not an hour ago.
it was good, gator knows that, and he also knows he'll be back for more of it. drugs, sex, rock and roll. the led zeppelin record is skipping in the living room, long since forgotten by both of them in their sex-induced shower. gator gazes at eddie before he slicks his hair back with his hands. he's still wet, but he'll be dry by the time he pulls up at the ranch. that's what matters here. ]
I ain't sayin' you are.
[ gator throws eddie a sarcastic smile, closed-lipped, before he reaches down for his clothes. he hitches his pants up moments later, gun on his thigh as he adjusts his belt. boots are on, ballcap's back on, and he looks good as new. the stink of sex has cleared out, nothing but remnants of weed and beer where a hard fuck happened. gator licks his lips, looking down at the couch, but he doesn't let himself get too far drawn into it. not here, not now. instead, he merely walks up to eddie and looks at him - really looks at him, right down his nose - before he backs off and lifts both hands. ]
Next time, burnout. Don't let me see your ass haulin' around or I'll ticket you.
[ opening the door to the trailer, gator steps out into the cold bite of the night. kevlar graces his chest as he turns toward the entrance, doorknob in his hand. he stares at eddie, then winks at him. ]
That bullshit better fuckin' stay down after this, alright, Munson? Don't make me come back out here tonight! You ain't gonna like it if I do!
[ and slam goes the door, gator walking back out into the night. ]
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Because Eddie has been known to poke the bear. Cops are easy to mess with, especially the specific breed of small town cop he’s the most familiar with. The ones who will haul him downtown only to release him an hour later because they never find anything and fail to follow up on some pretty obvious leads. Gator isn’t that breed of cop. He’s something darker all together, but Eddie has still never been able to help himself, and the two of them managed to entwine themselves together long before this evening’s events. Eddie sells, Gator uses, and neither can out the other without sacrificing themself as well. They’ve just twisted themselves more tightly together now, adding a second layer to this whole fucked up ordeal.
Eddie is quite certain he’ll be able to untangle himself from Gator, though, if it should come to that. He’s sure he’ll know when to pull back before he digs too deep of a hole for himself. He’s sure, and he can only hope that he’s not wrong, because that kiss sets him on fire, more so than all the ones before it. It’s intense and leaves him wanting for more of something that he knows he can’t have right now. It’s enough to nearly makes him doubt his ability or desire to ever put an end to this. Fuck, this is bad, this is terrifying, actually, and that seed of doubt threatens to germinate once more—
But they part, and just like that, their time is up, and worrying isn’t worth the effort. Eddie reaches for a towel to begin squeezing the water from his dripping hair, wraps the towel around his waist, and carefully slips by the other man to collect fresh clothing from his chaotic dragon’s hoard of a bedroom. ]
I’m not stopping you, man.
[ And he doesn’t. He doesn’t try to reach for him, utters no word to slow him, and when they separate, he makes no move to close the space between them once more. He gets it. Gator has already stayed longer than intended. Any longer and it will look even more suspicious than it already does. They both know that this is how it needs to be.
He emerges moments later, right back in his typical band t-shirt uniform, and leans against the door frame to eye him, arms crossed and head tilted, expression unreadable despite the smile on his mouth. ]
I’ll see you next time, deputy.
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it was good, gator knows that, and he also knows he'll be back for more of it. drugs, sex, rock and roll. the led zeppelin record is skipping in the living room, long since forgotten by both of them in their sex-induced shower. gator gazes at eddie before he slicks his hair back with his hands. he's still wet, but he'll be dry by the time he pulls up at the ranch. that's what matters here. ]
I ain't sayin' you are.
[ gator throws eddie a sarcastic smile, closed-lipped, before he reaches down for his clothes. he hitches his pants up moments later, gun on his thigh as he adjusts his belt. boots are on, ballcap's back on, and he looks good as new. the stink of sex has cleared out, nothing but remnants of weed and beer where a hard fuck happened. gator licks his lips, looking down at the couch, but he doesn't let himself get too far drawn into it. not here, not now. instead, he merely walks up to eddie and looks at him - really looks at him, right down his nose - before he backs off and lifts both hands. ]
Next time, burnout. Don't let me see your ass haulin' around or I'll ticket you.
[ opening the door to the trailer, gator steps out into the cold bite of the night. kevlar graces his chest as he turns toward the entrance, doorknob in his hand. he stares at eddie, then winks at him. ]
That bullshit better fuckin' stay down after this, alright, Munson? Don't make me come back out here tonight! You ain't gonna like it if I do!
[ and slam goes the door, gator walking back out into the night. ]