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“Volt?” You call out as you step foot into the bar owned by your two childhood best friends, The Breaker Box. You’ll never get used to seeing the place so quiet, it’s always so lively and bustling with people, but today is Sunday. The bar closes early on Sundays, and Volt had asked you a few days prior to come over after close so the three of you can hang out.
Even with all of your busy schedules, the pair still makes an effort to spend time with you, and vice versa. You’ve drifted from quite a few people over the years, and you refuse to let that happen with these two. Therefore, weekend hangouts have become a bit of a routine for you—whether that be watching a movie at their place, having dinner at yours, or occasionally going out someplace together, it doesn’t matter.
So, it isn’t the first time you’ve been invited to their apartment of course, but one—or both—of them are always there to greet you when you come in. This time, however, neither Eddie or Volt are anywhere to be seen when you arrive.
“Eddie?” You try again, only to be met with more silence. They left the door unlocked, so one of them has to be nearby, right?
You walk further into the bar, looking around for any signs of life.
Nothing.
Shrugging it off, you make your way to the back, where there’s a hallway and set of stairs that lead up to Eddie and Volt’s apartment. You quickly check your phone for any updates from Volt as you ascend the stairs, finding that he hasn’t messaged you at all.
Your eyebrows furrow. What are the odds that he forgot?
It’s not unlike Volt, unfortunately. He’s a busy man, and he interacts with so many people on a daily basis that you wonder how he even remembers anything at all.
Once you finally reach the top of the stairs, you try the apartment door. It’s unlocked, opening immediately for you as you pop your head inside to look around. The place is seemingly empty, which confuses you even more. There’s no fucking way they’d leave the bar and their apartment unlocked when neither one of them are here.
You step inside, shutting the door behind you.
“Hello?” You attempt once more, frowning when you get no response yet again. Now you’re annoyed. Did they actually forget about you?
Just as you’re about to turn around and head back downstairs, your phone chimes with a new text.
Volt
livewire!!!
so sorry i forgot to tell you
i had to make a trip to the grocery store
but don’t worry eddie is home!!!
i’ll be back soon :)
You roll your eyes fondly, chuckling as you type a reply, assuring him that it’s all good before shoving your phone back in your pocket. Great, so it’s just you and Eddie for now…
Damn you, Volt.
Not that Volt knows, but you’ve liked Eddie for years now. Maybe even since you were kids, if you’re being honest. And while you’ve gotten better at hiding and repressing your feelings over time, you still can’t help but feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush whenever the two of you are alone. Part of you does actually suspect that Volt knows and that he’s doing this purely to torture you.
You shake your head to rid it of the ridiculous thought. There’s absolutely no chance Volt wouldn’t tease you relentlessly if he did know, you’re sure of that. The handful of times you’d brought partners to The Breaker Box to meet your friends were evidence enough of that—Volt was utterly unbearable every single time.
So, this isn’t a case of Volt being cruel, just the universe apparently wanting you to suffer.
Figuring Eddie must be in his room, you slip your shoes off, leaving them by the door and beelining down the hallway until you’re in front of Eddie’s bedroom door.
“Hey, Eddie—” You freeze, your mouth falling open while all words fail you as you open the door and your eyes settle on the sight in front of you.
Eddie’s laid out on his bed, and would be fully clothed if it wasn’t for the fact that he has his pants and underwear pulled down, his cock out as his hand strokes it. There’s a red blush high on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted and his hair a complete mess.
His head snaps over to you, wide-eyed as he curses and scrambles to cover himself with a blanket.
“Shit!” Eddie struggles to say between panting breaths, his voice rough and deep. “Sorry, I-I didn’t hear you come in.”
The sound of his voice along with what you just saw goes straight to your core, making you fight back an embarrassing noise threatening to creep up your throat as you squeeze your thighs together. You think you see Eddie run his eyes along your body, but you must be imagining things.
“Yeah, um—” You start to explain, stammering over your words, “Volt invited me over so we could all hang out but, uh, nobody answered and the door was unlocked, so I just…let myself in?”
Eddie just stares at you, probably waiting for you to leave like a normal person, but you find yourself unable to move. It feels like your feet are glued to the floor, your brain replaying the short glimpse of what you’d seen over and over again in slow motion.
“Sorry, I should probably just—leave you to it!” You apologize, but you still make no move to leave.
Eddie continues to stare at you, raising an eyebrow. “Well?”
“What?”
“You’re still here.”
It’s then that you snap out of it, blindly reaching behind you for the doorknob as you nearly trip over your own feet. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll go.”
“Wait,” he says, stopping you in your tracks.
You slowly meet his eyes for the first time since you barged in, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah?”
“Were you…enjoying the show?” Eddie asks, pointedly looking at where your thighs are still pressed together.
Your face heats up as you subconsciously shift your stance, folding your arms over your chest. It’s still jarring to you how much Eddie has changed over the years; he used to be so shy and easily flustered, which you and Volt would constantly exploit and tease him about.
But, over time Eddie has grown more comfortable and confident in himself, to the point where he’ll tease you back or even playfully flirt with you. With Volt, you’re used to the flirtations and smooth talking, but with Eddie it always throws you off. Whether that’s because of your feelings for him or simply because you aren’t used to it, you’re not sure.
You realize that you still haven’t said anything when you notice that Eddie is looking at you expectantly, and all you can do is nod your head vehemently in response.
“C’mere then.” He beckons you over to his bed, your feet dragging across the carpet as you stumble forward until your knees hit the edge of his bed. He looks up at you, steely eyes boring into yours while his hand comes up to gently touch your waist.
“Lie down.”
Not needing to be told twice, you carefully lower yourself onto the bed next to him. You lie on your back, looking over at Eddie as you await further instruction.
He waits until you’re situated, then starts pulling the blanket on his lower half off agonizingly slowly. Your breath gets caught in your lungs, watching as the blanket moves lower and lower until Eddie’s cock is finally uncovered. His hand wraps around it, giving himself a few languid strokes. He’s still hard, and wet with what you can only assume to be saliva and the sight makes you involuntarily dart your tongue out to wet your lips.
Eddie’s eyes scan over your face, drawn to the movement of your lips. His unoccupied hand reaches over to run his thumb along your bottom lip, that red blush from just moments before returning to his face. “…Can I?”
You could almost laugh. In fact, you do laugh a little, a small giggle escaping against your will. Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as you rush to speak before he gets the wrong idea.
“You’re blushing.” You tease. “You literally told me to come over here and watch you jerk off without batting an eye, but asking to kiss me got you all nervous?”
He looks away, letting out an embarrassed scoff. “What, you’re making fun of me now?”
“Maybe just a bit…”
“God, you’re insufferable.”
“Well then why don’t you—”
You’re interrupted by Eddie pulling you towards him by the chin to smash your lips together, and you’re more than happy to shut up. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, save for his rough hand gripping your jaw to control the kiss. You turn slightly to be more on your side, propping yourself up on your forearm and facing him so you can slip a hand behind his head to tangle your fingers in his hair.
He groans into your mouth, the low sound only adding to the wetness that already formed in your panties. You twirl a strand of hair around your finger and tug it lightly for a moment before trailing your hand lower, down his neck and chest until you get to his lower abdomen.
Right when you’re about to take him into your hand, he grabs your wrist and stops kissing you, just enough to pull back and rest his forehead against yours.
“No,” he says, his lips ghosting over your own, “I want you to touch yourself, too.”
Now’s your turn to be shy, your eyes anywhere but Eddie’s face as you bite your lower lip. “Fuck, Eddie…”
Eddie hums. “Maybe some other time, Volt’ll be home any minute now. We gotta be quick.”
You don’t even have time to playfully chastise him for that stupid joke, because in an instant he’s kissing you again, this time with a hunger that renders you thoughtless as he guides your hand over to the waistband of your sweatpants. Your hips buck up to seek his touch, but he releases your wrist and pulls his hand away.
Desperate for friction, you yank the drawstring of your sweatpants until they come untied, slipping your hand into your underwear. You gasp against Eddie’s lips when you feel how wet you’ve gotten from just kissing, gathering the slickness on your fingertips as you start to slowly circle your folds.
Eddie’s tongue swipes across your lip, to which you slightly open your mouth for him and allow him to explore. He all but devours you, making delicious little noises that you swallow down greedily. It seems that Eddie is very skilled with his tongue, and it doesn’t take much for you to imagine how well that mouth of his would feel on other parts of your body.
The thought of Eddie between your legs and eating you out like you’re his last meal has you whimpering and grinding up into your own fingers, thinking about how those gray eyes would look gazing up at you and how his stubble would feel against your inner thighs.
You moan at the mere image of it, and you suddenly need more. Deep in your pleasured haze, you throw your leg over one of Eddie’s, reeling it in until his firm thigh is pressed against your pussy and crying out as you grind against him. You break the kiss to bury your face in Eddie’s shoulder, grabbing the back of his neck with your free hand for leverage as you hump his leg with reckless abandon. You’ll probably be so embarrassed by your actions later, but right now you couldn’t give less of a fuck—not with how good you’re feeling.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” His name flies from your lips in a series of breathless moans, looking down to where his hand is now stroking his cock rapidly.
“Fuck—” Eddie sounds fucking wrecked, like he’s barely holding on. “You’re so—so fucking hot, Livewire. You have no idea, huh? No idea how fucking long I’ve wanted this—wanted you.”
You whine, your hips moving even faster as you strain yourself to form a coherent sentence. “Me—me too! So…fucking…long!”
“I was thinkin’ about you,” Eddie hisses through gritted teeth, “Before you came in—fuck, and when you walked in on me I knew that’d probably be my only chance, I always chicken out.”
It’s too much, it’s all too much; his words and your fingers on your clit and his thigh rubbing right where you want him most—
“Oh my—” You cut yourself off as your breath hitches, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Eddie, fuck, I need…”
He tilts his head to kiss the side of your neck, his breath fanning across your ear. “Go ‘head, come for me.”
You ball up a fistful of his shirt as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your jaw unhinging in a silent scream as you ride out your high against Eddie’s leg.
Eddie makes a sound close to a growl, a husky groan of your name as he sinks his teeth into your neck. You let out a sob, your eyes shifting just in time to see white ropes of cum shooting from Eddie’s dick, his hand slowing down while you catch your breath.
The silence that follows is unnerving, the only sounds being both of you breathing and panting. You gingerly detach yourself from Eddie and scoot over to put some distance between the two of you, taking your hand out of your pants.
You decide to take a chance and cut into the tension, nervously looking down at the bed as you fidget with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “Well, that was…something.”
“Something?” Eddie repeats incredulously, scoffing before chuckling a bit. “Cute.”
Your eyebrows knit together as you look at him, cocking your head to the side. “I don’t…?”
“What, you think I just said all—that for shits and giggles?” Eddie asks.
“Well, I don’t know! You could’ve just been, like, talking dirty or whatever!” You exclaim.
Eddie full-on laughs at this, his head falling back against his pillow. You pout, not understanding what’s so hilarious to him.
“Allow me to make it perfectly clear, then.” Eddie says, cupping your face with his clean hand. “I like you. Have for a while, actually.”
You fail to fight the smile off your face. “I like you, too. In case you couldn’t already tell.”
“I think I got the gist. What was it you said again—?”
“Okay!” You cut him off, laughing. “You really wanna go there? Because you said—”
Eddie shuts you up with another kiss, which is quickly interrupted by the sound of the apartment door slamming.
“Eddie! Livewire! I’m home!”
Damn you, Volt.