i do, one of my favorite spots. see you soon, baby.
( and with that text fired off, it's on. eddie quickly packs his supplies and hops into his van, driving cautiously until he reaches that back route gator referred to. he can't risk anyone else pulling him over before he gets to gator, after all. )
[ gator sits in his suv, watching his phone ping. he glances down at the text, head tilted a bit as he takes in a long drag of his vape. his lips curve upward, a smirk settled on his mouth. he knows what's about to happen β and he knows that eddie wants it. craves it. needs it. gator likes being that for eddie, likes holding him down and pumping loads into him when they could get caught. he supposes that why he likes pulling him over so much, their hookups anywhere and everywhere there's risk. it's a filthy thing in plain sight β gator fucking eddie's face or bending him over β it's all the same. every little thrill in place for amazing sex. he takes another drag, blowing strawberry-flavored smoke out of the window.
that's when he sees the familiar van careening around the corner, the back route private, secluded. anyone could drive be, watching the van rock, but would they dare look inside? they'd see eddie on all fours, gator's cock burying over and over. they'd see sweat, sticky spunk, the smell of orgasms staining the flimsy mattress. all in good time. gator flips on the lights and sirens, tossing his vape into the passenger seat. he pulls eddie over in record time, killing the engine of the suv and stepping out. he sidles up to the driver's door, reaching in and kissing eddie, hand at the back of his neck. he mouths at him, open lips, tongue flicking against eddie's. ]
Mm.
[ he licks his bottom lip, watching eddie with large dark eyes. he wants him, the greedy blood in his veins rushing downward. an erection begins to grow against his inseam, and gator slides his hand down eddie's front, gripping his t-shirt. the smell of leather and marijuana and fresh soap lingers, all of it so wonderfully eddie that he can't get enough. he takes eddie's chin between his fingers and kisses him again β passionate, needy. when they part, gator smirks with teeth, eyeing eddie and kissing the tip of his nose. his voice is dark, husky, kiss-fucked. ]
( in record time, only because eddie does not fight when he spots the lights and hears the sirens. why bother pretending that this isn't exactly what he wants? there's no one around to witness how easily eddie caves, anyway. it's just eddie and gator, alone with their sins. good thing eddie has never been at all religious.
he draws in a deep breath, the anticipation already starting to kill him slowly, tearing apart his insides before sewing himself back together with the reminder of what's to come. it's sick, fucked up, and eddie knows he shouldn't crave the affection from someone who could easily turn on him and toss him in jail. gator holds so much power over eddie, but isn't that part of the thrill?
eddie flicks his eyes to the door just as gator reaches it, groaning against his mouth as gator wastes no time. he tastes the remnants of gator's vape on his lips and licks his lips when gator steps back to let eddie step out of the car. )
Something wrong, deputy? Am I being detained?
( he grins wolfishly before pushing the door open just far enough for him to step out, leaning slightly into gator's space without giving him precisely what he wants. he at least likes to pretend that he still has some ounce of power in this relationship. )
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( and with that text fired off, it's on. eddie quickly packs his supplies and hops into his van, driving cautiously until he reaches that back route gator referred to. he can't risk anyone else pulling him over before he gets to gator, after all. )
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that's when he sees the familiar van careening around the corner, the back route private, secluded. anyone could drive be, watching the van rock, but would they dare look inside? they'd see eddie on all fours, gator's cock burying over and over. they'd see sweat, sticky spunk, the smell of orgasms staining the flimsy mattress. all in good time. gator flips on the lights and sirens, tossing his vape into the passenger seat. he pulls eddie over in record time, killing the engine of the suv and stepping out. he sidles up to the driver's door, reaching in and kissing eddie, hand at the back of his neck. he mouths at him, open lips, tongue flicking against eddie's. ]
Mm.
[ he licks his bottom lip, watching eddie with large dark eyes. he wants him, the greedy blood in his veins rushing downward. an erection begins to grow against his inseam, and gator slides his hand down eddie's front, gripping his t-shirt. the smell of leather and marijuana and fresh soap lingers, all of it so wonderfully eddie that he can't get enough. he takes eddie's chin between his fingers and kisses him again β passionate, needy. when they part, gator smirks with teeth, eyeing eddie and kissing the tip of his nose. his voice is dark, husky, kiss-fucked. ]
Step out of the car, baby.
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he draws in a deep breath, the anticipation already starting to kill him slowly, tearing apart his insides before sewing himself back together with the reminder of what's to come. it's sick, fucked up, and eddie knows he shouldn't crave the affection from someone who could easily turn on him and toss him in jail. gator holds so much power over eddie, but isn't that part of the thrill?
eddie flicks his eyes to the door just as gator reaches it, groaning against his mouth as gator wastes no time. he tastes the remnants of gator's vape on his lips and licks his lips when gator steps back to let eddie step out of the car. )
Something wrong, deputy? Am I being detained?
( he grins wolfishly before pushing the door open just far enough for him to step out, leaning slightly into gator's space without giving him precisely what he wants. he at least likes to pretend that he still has some ounce of power in this relationship. )