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Eddie’s run ragged.
His entire afternoon consisted of ping-ponging between his opening tasks and discovering broken equipment that required fixing; unjamming the soda gun, re-doing inventory from a drunken miscounting, replacing approximately 3 lightbulbs Volt had shattered while playing Billiards with their little wire days prior.
A dull pain spreads from his shoulders to his upper back. Eddie straightens to stretch; reaches a hand up to rub the back of his neck. Surely everything had been done before opening– if not, it’d have to wait. Turning to leave, he whips his arm around too fast–
…to hear the sound of a glass tumbler he had nudged with his elbow shatters on the ground.
“...Fucking hell.”
After sweeping up the glass remnants, Eddie throws the broom & dustpan into a corner and trudges upstairs. In the loft, he leaves a lazy trail of clothing towards the bed. He flops his shirt and vest onto the nearby armchair before falling into bed. The tension in his shoulders is finally whittled down by silk sheets, diminishing to a smaller knot Eddie knew he’d never dissipate alone. A long sigh escapes him as half-lidded eyes slowly fall shut.
Below him, Eddie can hear Volt discussing energy distribution with another object; although, his natural suave as he talks contains an edge. Eddie knows it’s Dishy, asking for more wattage. He scoffs, trusting Volt would delight in telling his two lovers he had declined the request. Eddie felt more fog envelop his brain as he wondered where you were now. Wished you were in the loft, running your hands through his hair while you discussed the smaller fairs of their little life.
–
You swing open the door to the Breaker Box, met with warmed lights and jazz quietly buzzing through the bar. Chairs have been swept neatly back under tables from where Luke and Cam had drunkenly swung them around as "dance partners." The lights complement the pinewood aroma. You feel a pang of guilt you had to forgo helping Eddie to assist Daisuke and his odd dish deliveries, but Eddie had assured you he’d only be doing standard opening tasks. If he couldn’t do those, gods be damned.
Peering around, you take immediate note of what Eddie had gotten done today, if there was anything you can help finish. The bar’s spotless, as always. You nose through the bar, looking for out-of-place glasses, missing inventory, broken glass. Nothing.
You do notice a leftover box of lightbulbs sitting on the bar. Maybe Eddie had left these out for you to replace? Several are already missing. Replacements for Volt’s escapade from the night before. God only knows what’ll happen if I try to fuck with the lights again. You ponder the consequences, braided red wires filling your mind. Better wait, you suppose.
“Livewire! Our favorite Homeowner,” Volt calls, swinging out of the Back Office. You roll your eyes at the witty comment he’d tossed your way as he approaches, heels clicking softly on the wood floors.
“Just in time for opening,” he purrs. His fingers graze the bartop as he swings behind it. White eyes trail down amusingly at the crumpled box you’re holding. “Careful now, Little Spark. Cracking those is our job, no? Wouldn’t want to run out of spares.”
“You say ‘our’ like you aren’t the one who pops them on most days,” you scoff, mirroring his coy smile. Volt furrows his brows as you speak, smile widening as he pours the ingredients into a mixing glass.
He feigns offense with a gasp. “Me? Must we discuss the reason behind all of my misdoings? Who led me so far astray?” He starts slowly, methodically stirring the cocktail.
“Ah. You’re right– can’t believe the mouth on them. Must talk to Jean Loo about it next time I see him.”
Volt barks out a laugh, and you can’t help but eye his hand as he expertly pours two Manhattans into twin glasses. “Jean Loo would never– he’s quite a chatterbox, but not half as mouthy as the true culprit, don’t you think?”
You purse your lips into a pout, hiding a grin. “S’pose not.”
Volt hums in agreement, and you pan the bar one more time before asking, “Do you know if there’s anything else Eddie hadn’t gotten to do today? I hate that I couldn't swing by earlier.”
Volt coos at you and reaches up with a hand to cup your face, nudging you to meet his eyes, letting his thumb wipe over your cheek. He’s looking at you with nothing but sweetness and affection. You knock back quite a bit of your own drink in an attempt to hide your burning face.
“Our little Wire. Always so caring of our little bar. Whatever Eddie’s done, I’m unaware of– I spent most of my day discussing power rerouting with our folks in the kitchen.” he sighs towards the end, and you giggle at the thought of him trying to wrangle your kitchen appliances.
“Luke?” you ask, bringing your drink up to your lips again in curiosity. “Or…?”
“Dishy, as always,” Volt nods as he speaks. He lets a sigh escape him and leans further into the counter. “Demanding extra wattage for… software updates? It delighted me to say no.”
Your eyes widen. “He didn’t snap at you?”
Volt lets out another laugh, “Oh no, my dear,” and he leans further towards you, angling his head down until he’s glowing like sheet lightning, “he knows much better than to do that.”
“I see,” you say through giggles. You down the rest of your drink, to Volt’s bemusement, before speaking again. “Where is Eddie, anyway?”
“That’s… a good question. Last I checked, he was tidying the bar tables from one of our previous escapades,” Volt smirks. “I’m not sure where he’s wandered off to.”
The two of you peek around the various corners of the bar Eddie tends to hide in during open hours, to no avail; the Back Office, the hallway to the storage closet, the VIP booths. Eventually, you both hear a quiet groan, followed by the quietest snoring.
“Ah… how could we forget?” Volt whispers.
The two of you creep up the stairs to peek at your sleeping partner. You nearly trip over the pile of clothes sitting at the entrance of the loft. You bite back a laugh at the unholy mess of a trail Eddie had left with his clothing, leading to the bed he was currently sprawled out on. Half of his vest was hanging haphazardly off of the nearby chair. Little snores leave Eddie every so often. It’s precious. Silk sheets do little to hide the majority of his chest and briefs. Volt stands behind you in the doorframe, resting his head on top of yours.
“Does he do this often?” you whisper through a snicker.
“Not unless he’s truly drained,” Volt sighs. He furrows his brows. “I wish he’d asked me for assistance.”
“I’m sure we can cover the first few hours while he rests,” you insist.
Volt hums and reaches around to kiss the edge of your lips. “With the lessons he’s been giving you, I think we can manage,” he murmurs against your cheek. You do your best not to melt into the floorboards at his sweet affirmation.
“...suppose we should let him get to it,” you sputter, turning to leave. You feel a broad arm stop you.
“I’ve a much better idea, little Spark,” Volt sings into your ear, his voice dripping with temptation.
You furrow your brows, feeling that familiar, tingly numbness that creeps up your fingers until it’s a tangled ball in your stomach. Strangely, it always appears when Volt has a curve to his words, his hair buzzing brighter than normal. A scheme, if you will.
“Oh?”
Pulling you towards him, he leans down to kiss you sweetly, an argument you immediately concede to. You're always amazed at how effortless Volt makes it to follow his lead, to succumb. Even Eddie, coarse as he is, could blink at you, and you’d be at his service. Their movements with you are a choreographed dance.
But you can’t help but wonder. At this point your main hobby was playing with fire. He notices your apprehension, of course, and smiles against your mouth.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Livewire,” Volt growls into your ear. “All that talk, now you’re quiet as a mouse. Shall we see just how quiet you can stay?” Sparks around his hair pop, and you’re sure he’s fully grinning now.
Oh for fuck’s sake.
“You’re one to talk– literally. Always and forever. I’d love to see you try staying quiet for once,” you murmur as you meet eyes with him. Volt only snickers.
There had only been one other time you’d been able to shut Volt up, and while it worked, you had spearheaded that effort. Gods only know what Volt has planned up his sleeve.
While it hasn’t manifested in his gestures (yet), you can sense Volt’s greed slowly transfusing from the darker corners of his mind into his mouth. You moan back into his kiss, find his chest with your hands before splaying your fingers across his shirt and toying with the attached switches. Your wandering hands cause his breath to hitch, and he leans further into you to let you explore his shoulders, his biceps, trail your hands down his back. Thin nails slowly scratch their way along his jacket, and he tenses in response.
“This is your ‘idea?’” you whisper harshly against gaping lips.
“Only the start,” Volt mumbles.
He pries your jaw open to invite himself into your mouth, tasting a familiar warmth. It overtakes you with terrifying ease, inviting sparks to appear behind closed eyes. Any sort of obligation or objection you may have had is long gone, replaced with two names.
Volt pulls you into his chest before backing you into the doorframe. You let your head loll until it taps against the wood, humming as he starts nipping at tender skin just under your jaw. Volt sends kisses across it, your collarbone, the corners of your mouth, before traveling to your neck. Your hand tugs feebly at his jacket while you moan from the burning, white-hot trail of markings he’s painted over your skin.
“Well, well, aren’t we getting impatient,” Volt purrs. “I haven’t even proposed what we do, darling. Suppose we stop here, wait until the end of the night?” He lets his jacket slide to the floor.
“I assume that’s not– the plan,” you choke out. “Fuck Volt… you’re not gonna wake him, are you?” Through all your nerves being set alight by his touches, you resist his sudden pulling.
He chuckles. “Oh, never. Our Eddie needs his beauty rest, especially how rare a thing it is. Plus, it’s much more entertaining watching you squirm.” And he’s leading you with more fervor towards the bed where raven hair is sprawled out across the pillows. You pull against Volt’s leading hand again, but bite back a giggle as he swings himself back towards you with a sigh.
“Come.” his Cheshire cat grin creeping onto his face. Mischievous plotting, yet again, as he lowers his register, “don’t make me ask again.”
You know better than to decline. Plus, what’s the worst he could do?（You are well aware of the worst he could do)
Volt sways around you, pulling you into a crooked waltz, kissing you through spins and turns. The two of you pull off each other’s clothing, letting it sprinkle around Eddie’s own. His pace quickens, and silver hands start to spin you faster, swooping in to steal a few kisses as he does. All you can do is giggle, follow whatever motions he beckons you with. You’re blind to the fact that he’s spinning you closer and closer to the bed, snickering quietly as you start to wobble. When he finally stops you by the shoulders, you realize where you are.
“Oh, Volt,” your eyes shift to Eddie, quiet and twitching in his sleep. They flit back to white moons, only to see a devilish smile across his face. “Here?” You’re exasperated.
“Now now,” Volt whispers, putting a finger over your lips. “Don’t you wake him. After all the work he’s done, it’d be a shame for him to arise before the grand finale, don’t you think?”
But, you mull it over in your head. You can’t help but wonder what any pretty little sounds Volt & you concoct would do to Eddie’s dreams, his sleep. Volt’s eyes still have you frozen in place next to the bed. You watch his every movement, waiting.
“S’pose not. Tease. You sure he won’t wake up?”
“I’d like to think I’m at least a tad more than that, darling. Bite back those screams of yours and he’ll stay this way. Even with Eddie asleep, mustn't let a pretty toy like you go to waste,” he’s practically prowling, leaning centimeters towards you as he speaks.
You dare to let your eyes cascade down the man in front of you, white hair bouncing and sparkling against his chiseled torso, falling further to find his tense slacks. His clothed dick twitches under your gaze, and your mouth starts to water.
“I’m. Listening.” you say robotically. Surely you could keep quiet for a short bit of a long while?
“And the show’s just getting started. As much as I hate to interrupt your current viewing pleasure, we've got to get you into position,” Volt murmurs.
Before you can retort, Volt whips you around by the wrist to admire your sleeping partner. A strong hand stays glued to your wrist. Buzzing sounds creep next to your ear, accompanied with a warmth that curls around you. Volt’s torso brushes against your own– he’s entirely enveloped you in his godlike frame.
Eddie’s breathing is slow and deep; you can feel your heart pop out of your chest with longing to be closer, to nestle him in his sleep, slotted between you & Volt.
“Quite the sight, isn’t he? Can’t imagine what he’s dreaming of,” Volt interrupts your wishful thinking by pushing himself further against your ass. You bite your lip trying your damndest not to scream. You fail; partially. Eddie’s name falls out of your mouth as you moan, watching his sleeping figure. Fighting the fibers of your muscles not to reach for him.
Sparks whistle off of Volt’s hair onto your shoulders, and his arms have yours locked behind your back in a rigid bear hug.
"What do you suppose, Livewire?" he hisses. "Perhaps a stiff whiskey? Or that game of pool we played yesterday. Quite the show you put on then, too, darling. Or maybe it's something darker, something more carnal. Maybe he's tied up, watching us. While we do exactly what we're doing now. How taut the wires would be as he tries to reach for you, for us. I can see it on his face, can't you?"
“Fuck, a littlrr—“
Volt shifts an arm north to bully two fingers into your mouth, coating his fingers in your saliva before moving to push them into your cunt. You both hiss at the sudden warmth. A crooked string of fuck’s and pleads and pleasefaster’s escaping you in whispers.
“Shame if any of you dripped onto him, give our Eddie quite a surprise. It'd make for a lovely dream sequence, don’t you think? Having the pleasure of being drenched in the smell and feel of you.” You whimper, still writhing against wandering hands.
Volt’s voice drops an octave. “Shall we test it?”
Volt bumps you forward, enough for you to stumble into the bedframe, his breath hot against your neck as he exhales into you. It’s intoxicating, and whatever movement he makes complements the fingers he has hooked into your cunt.
He lifts one of your legs until you’re angled towards Eddie. His front finds your back once more, and the proximity is driving you both insane. On top of amplifying whatever sounds you make while Volt plays you like a fucking harp, you’re also positioned with your cunt facing downward enough that drops of your own slick risk splattering over Eddie’s leg, his torso.
All it takes is one peek. One sliver of a grey eye, and you’re both done for. Your gut tightens at the thought of Eddie waking up– the possibility of his damn near immediate release should he see the state Volt has you in. Fear and temptation.
“V-Volt-” you try to whisper. It comes out choked.
“Now now, Livewire.” Volt’s voice seems so loud in the quiet of the room as his hand speeds up. “Let me play. You can be good, can’t you? Be good and not wake our darling Eddie while I fuck you senseless?”
“Y-yes, I’ll try.” you bleat, trembling from his quickening fingers.
You squirm under his grip, whining and pleading all the more. Volt just laughs. Nibbles on your earlobe until it burns, leaves a trail of bite marks along the curve of your neck, zaps your clit. He’s determined to get you to squeak, to whine, to scream. The tension in your core tightens until you can barely breathe. In tandem with his two fingers, Volt's thumb rubs dull, slow sparks around your clit making you shake. Cobwebs of slick trail down and between your legs as Volt's speed only increases. His uneven breaths tickle your ear. His hand keeps your trembling leg in place like a taut wire.
"Volt, please, please,” you croak.
“Please what? Words, Livewire.” He’s nearly at typical volume, maybe louder, dragging out your pet name.
You watch as Eddie’s eyebrows begin to furrow, twitching in his sleep. He lets out a low hum and shifts his back. Trickles of your own slick trail down your leg. The tension in your core continues to grow, to spread, as Volt spreads his fingers inside of you, curls against your walls until the stimulation threatens your legs to collapse.
“Please let me cum, fuck, we're gonna wake him."
"We?" Volt hums in your ear, keeping a merciless pace around your cunt. It's a painful contrast to twitching movements of his cock pressed against your ass. "I'm content to stay quiet, darling, but you? Where was all that confidence you had earlier? About me being mouthy? Who’s the one mewling like a bitch in heat?"
He hums again, electing to nibble on your ear lobe.
"We'll see. I’m sure you’d adore if he woke up now, wouldn’t you, darling? Watch as he admires your pretty cunt drenched in slick from his unwatching eye. From knowing he’ll short circuit immediately.” Volt chuckles at your responding whines. “Call him.”
“I— What?” Your head is reeling.
“Say his name. Sweeten whatever dream he’s having.”
Volt’s thumb continues to push gentle pressure against your clit as you helplessly buck your hips for some sort of reprieve; none come, especially considering the long, thin fingers spreading your cunt, teasing your walls, pushing and prodding. You’re painfully aware of how Volt has been gradually nudging you closer and closer to the bed, slick sounds nearing Eddie’s ear, to your trepidation.
“Fuck, Eddie.” You moan through tears, which blur your picturesque view of him as Volt’s pace somehow quickens. Truly, their names are the only thing rolling around in your skull at the moment. Eddie and Volt. Volt and Eddie.
“Volt, please,” you beg. “Please let me cum, plea–”
“Fine then,” Volt grits next to your ear. “Get my fingers wet for me. Cum for me, over our darling Eddie. Now.”
You keened as you reached your orgasm, hoarse, incoherent iterations of their names escaping your throat as your legs begin to give out. Your eyes stay pinned to Eddie’s face while painting Volt’s fingers in your own cum.
To your horror, two small droplets land on his stomach. You stop breathing, scanning for any sign of movement from Eddie.
He merely twitches.
Volt's practically holding you upright, purring nonsense into your ear.
"Theeere you are, whiny little slut," Volt coos, easing his pace. "So timid, as if you weren’t scratching at me like a feral cat moments ago, and now you’re putty in my hands. You’ll help me soothe Eddie’s dreams, won’t you? I’d loathe if he awoke not feeling fully rested,” he whispered into your ear. He truly was some sort of siren. You’re clawing at whatever piece of him you can just to stay upright.
“I- he-” you try. Your tongue feels thick and useless in your mouth.
“Didn’t he tell us just last week how much he craves this, darling?” Volt's voice is smooth, almost cocky as his hands wander. “Our Eddie works so hard. And this is far from the first time he’s dreamt of us. Do you not remember staying the night and waking up to his moans in our ears? The shifting of his hips as he chased us in his dreams? What a wonderful morning it was.”
Volts chin tucks over your shoulder just as Eddie’s head turns in his sleep with a little movement.
“How about we have a repeat performance, darling. Except this time, we let our dear Eddie see the end of his filthy little dreams.”
You feel the knots in your stomach loop and tangle evermore as Volt’s hands, one being chillingly wet, finally loosen before settling on either of your thighs. You shiver at the touch.
Both of you jerk your heads towards the bed at the sound of stirring, of groggy mumbling. It’s theater-esque, how Volt’s slow smile contrasts your look of absolute terror. Eddie, shifting in his sleep, mumbling something neither you nor Volt can make out.
Volt utters a low groan, pushing himself closer into you. Your shins are almost kissing the wooden frame. It takes you a few breaths to notice what’s riled Volt up– through Eddie’s briefs, the rigid outline of his cock, half-mast and growing. He rolls his hips upwards, into nothing. Soft moans float out of his lips as he sighs. Your eyes are full moons.
Relief washes over you when Eddie drifts back into a deeper sleep.
It’s short-lived, though, as you feel Volt quickly snap the button of his slacks open. A pair of arms jerk you backwards towards the chair adjacent to the bed. Volt tugs you by the hips into his lap, humming to himself. Faster than lightning, he hooks one arm around each of your knees until you’re angled outward entirely. Your back concaves and your hips press against his. Volt lets out a noisy sigh.
“See, livewire?” Volt murmurs. “The poor thing is desperate for it; begging to hear your cries in his dreams.”
You’re now fully exposed towards Eddie, the cold air against your cunt and pure humiliation of your current state causing you to shake. Volt rotates his hips downwards until his cock has popped out from underneath you to rub against your already oversensitive clit.
“I wonder how his dreams have shifted.” Volt’s voice is so seemingly unaffected it makes shivers go down your spine. He rocks his hips, nudging your clit, making you gasp. In front of you, Eddie murmurs something again, canting his hips a tiny bit into nothing. He sighs, he shifts. His cock is still tented through his briefs, one small droplet staining the top.
“He’d beg for it, you know.” Volt licks the back of your neck. “He’d beg to wake up buried inside you. Beg to wake up to his cock covered in your come and his ass full of mine. You have no idea what goes on in that gorgeous mind of his.”
‘Eddie would beg- he’d, oh fuck the sound of Eddie begging-’
“I suppose you’ll have to beg for him, livewire.”
It takes a second to catch, to process. Fuck, he’s really–
“Volt please,” you beg, you writhe. You grind down against his cock and his muffled groan lights up your spine. “Please fuck me. Please make me come. Please let me watch him when you fuck me, please.”
“Oh Amp, Livewire…” Volt buries his teeth in your shoulder as he shifts to line himself up. Even the tip against your entrance is overwhelming.
Volt plunges into your cunt with tortuous sloth, wanting to pull out whatever noise he could. Breathless wheezes turn into whines, into gritted moans, from both of you.
You roll your hips back as much as you can, squeaking as he throbs against your now viced walls. Volt’s breath stutters, and you feel his chest tighten against your back. He buries his head into your neck to stifle a growl as he pushes his hips in a slow, deep grind that has stars dancing in your vision.
“Fuck, you were made for this, darling,” he hisses out. He slowly thrusts deeper & deeper until you’re stuffed full. Now, on top of being cautious to move should Eddie awake, any movement you make threatens to split you in half, tear you at the seams.
Volt maintains a slow pace rocking in and out of you, using you as intended. You claw at his legs to prevent yourself from screaming. This does not, however, decrease his fervor. It does the opposite, really. Each time you dig your nails into him, he bucks more harshly than before. Groans emerging from a deeper cavity in his throat, bites deepening in your shoulder.
“You’re doing so fucking well, Livewire. Taking me, all while letting our weary bartender rest with sweet dreams.”
He hums before pulling himself out of you. You keen at the loss.
“W-wha…? Voltplease, fuck. Please give it back, put it back, fuck,” you garble out.
Volt’s hovering below you now, the tip of his cock barely grazing your folds. He bites into your shoulder, leaving an angry, red mark.
“Tell me what you want,” he hisses.
“Please fuck me, please, I’ll be quiet– I’ll be quiet and good, and let Eddie sleep, an–”
You inhale a sharp, stinging gasp, as he mercilessly slams you back down. Tears well up in your eyes again. His arms constrict further around your legs, leaving you completely pinned as he rolls his hips into you with no remorse.
The chair groans and squeaks under his jutting movements, causing an incomprehensible amount of noise. Your head snaps forward, barely eyeing Eddie– he’s more consistently grinding his hips into thin air, searching for some sort of friction, finding none. Searching for you– for Volt. His sighs turn into dragged out groans as his hands tangle themselves into the sheets.
And Volt notices, of course.
“Look how much he needs you, darling,” You feel Volt shift slightly, tense. “Let’s give him what he wants.” he growls.
Quicker than your own words, Volt hoists you both upright, still lodged deep inside you. He’s getting up.
He’s walking towards the bed. Again. Fuck.
Slowly, despite your shaking legs and held breath, Volt places you on top of Eddie’s lap. You’re fucking straddling him, frozen in place as he twitches underneath you. Volt carefully slots himself behind you, between Eddie’s legs. The cloth from Eddie’s briefs immediately absorbs your slick, mixing with the small droplets of pre that had leaked out earlier. Eddie arches his back in his sleep, a quiet groan escaping the back of his throat.
You can’t whimper, can’t moan, can’t hum, as Volt pulls back out of you again. The emptiness makes your core burn, makes you want to scream, to cry both of their names. But you’re so fucking close to Eddie he’d immediately awaken.
Your eyes are fixated on the jagged rise and fall of Eddie’s chest, and you let out a long-drawn “Fuuckk,” before involuntarily jerking your hips against his cock. You can hear his foot twitch under the sheets behind the two of you. A small part of you softens at the sight of Eddie’s concentrated face, crinkled like a ball of wires; at the knowledge that Volt was close behind you emanating a warmth that threatened to lull you into a deeper sleep than Eddie.
The feeling blinds you to the large, silver hand pushing your back down until you’re angled downwards onto Eddie– one hand shackling your wrists in place behind you. The other weaves fingers into your hair, tingling with static electricity. Your mind stills, if only for a moment, and you jolt at the dull shock of Volt’s prodding cock pushing its way into your cunt again.
“Volt, shit–” you whisper, throat hoarse from restraint. You turn your head in a feeble attempt to avoid speaking directly into Eddie’s fucking face. “More, fuck, give me more.”
Volt hisses as he pushes down to the hilt and joins you and Eddie in sinful bliss. He’d be wiser to clamp a hand over your mouth, but he’s still determined to pull out whatever wanton sounds he can out of you.
Your legs flinch inwards, pressing against Eddie’s hips, when Volt begins the slow, harrowing roll of his hips into your cunt– against Eddie’s clothed pleasure. (It takes everything in him & more not to scream, to demand what he wants from you both. He knows you’d both give it to him, too; it’d be instantaneous. But he revels too much in watching you squirm, shake in an attempt to maintain the sliver of control you have left.)
You were going to die if you stayed like this.
“You’ll sit and let Eddie and I take what we want, won’t you, darling?” Volt purrs, although it seems more strained now. You knew it wasn’t a question. They’d take what they wanted, you being none the wiser. “You’ll be such a good,” Volt pauses to push further into your pussy at the last word, “toy.” he whispers in the curl of your ear. Eddie’s upper torso lolls at the jerking movements.
So, stay you would.
Every drag, Volt knocks against the base Eddie’s cock, which is now throbbing. Volt groans against your neck as he continues to slowly fuck into you, though his hips are beginning to become more erratic in their movements.
Eddie, darling Eddie; still asleep, though his face has contorted into one of concentration. Both you & Volt bite back a moan at Eddie’s languid, soft roll of his hips. Pushing his cock upwards, finally finding the friction he’d been seeking for so long. You were both at his service, even in sleep.
White stars puddle your vision as Eddie and Volt continue to pressurize your cunt until it becomes damn near unbearable. The friction alone is more than enough to threaten to send all three of you over the edge after Volt’s “performance” with you. You’ve nearly dampened Eddie’s entire lap at this point, and Volt only adds to it.
Fuck it.
You grind your hips harder against both of them, and Volt immediately establishes a bruising grip on your upper arms. You arch your back until your muscles burn, forcing Volt deeper into your hole while pressing harder against Eddie’s cock. Volt lets out a strained groan, louder than he had been before. More fog envelops your brain as you find a rhythm. You both feel Eddie tense beneath you, more stiff and taut than before. He pushes against you with a greater, bumping force. His cock grazes your clit through his briefs with more intention, more yearning; to be closer, still, to you & Volt.
“Mmh. Volt, quit,” Eddie trails off. Soft and sweet, almost asking out of consideration. It’s juxtaposed with your gaping mouth, with Volt’s increased momentum. White hair pops at the sound of Eddie’s muddled voice.
“Gods, I– Livewire,” Volt is stammering, his own thrusts becoming more impatient, more erratic. He pushes himself down and beneath you, nudging Eddie’s cock as cobwebs of white splay out against Eddie’s stomach. His grip on your arms tightens until you’re sure there’ll be burn marks in the morning. You keep grinding against them both as he finishes.
Volt’s grip on you softens, and his hands float to find your hips instead. He’s still hazy.
“You’re doing so beautifully, Livewire,” he whispers softly, sweetly. “Always taking both of us on so well,” he purrs.
Eddie makes a throaty noise, louder than the ones before. He makes tiny, aborted movements under you as he comes. The fabric of his underwear becomes so fucking wet, so good to rut against and makes such sweet filthy friction–
“Look at me.”
Volts fingers find your jaw and move it. Piercing white and blue eyes stare into yours with such focus it’s shocking.
“Look at me when you come.”
Your orgasm is a whip-quick strike up your spine as you choke on your breath to try and stay quiet. Your body obeys Volt’s command to come as you frantically try to follow his other commands of silence. Eddie whimpers through the overstimulation, stirring, and you pray he doesn’t wake as you make a mess of both of you and shake like a leaf.
By the time aftershocks shake through you, you’re near boneless. Volt catches you– as he always does– and gently guides you off the bed and against him instead.
“Well done, Livewire.” It’s murmured into your hairline with a gentle kiss. You nuzzle into him as you ride the tails of your highs. It’s quiet, save for the sounds of steady breathing.
“He didn’t wake up?” You ask quietly when a bit more cognition has returned.
“No, shockingly.” Volt laughs softly a bit. “The last few days really must have taken it out of him.” He hooks his chin over your shoulder. “That, or we must bore him terribly in the bedroom.”
You smack his chest lightly. Volt only laughs, catching your hand on his skin and moving to kiss your fingers. Bastard.
“Let’s let him rest.” You yawn. Kiss Volts collarbone as you glance at the clock by the bed. “I can open the dining room if you open the bar.”
“Mm. Wonderful idea, Spark. But may I suggest something else before we wash up?”
“Mm?” You question softly. When you look up, Volt’s got that little grin that you love. The one that you love, and Eddie hates.
“What do you say we give him a parting gift? Some well wishes for his rest, hm?”
—
Waking is a slow dredge from the murky bottom of his brain.
Sights and sounds blur behind his eyes as his limbs stretch. The sensation of sheets clashes with the afterburn of wherever his dreams took him this time. The echo of his lovers’ voices fades in and out as he inhales. On the exhale, their laughter leaves his inner ears. Only the low hum of electricity remains and the softness below his cheek.
He drags a hand across his face. Fuck. He hasn’t crashed that hard in ages. Years, maybe. Where’s- did he manage to take off his boots? Where’s-?
He plants his face in the mattress again. The smell of ‘VoltVoltLivewire’ crashes over his senses as he buries his face in the sheets. Did they fall asleep with him? Where did they go? Making coffee, maybe? Downstairs with Kopi or Bev? He shifts, stretching–
–and a groan leaves his mouth before he can stop it.
Sticky wet tacky warm sore so so warm loose sticky wet–
–full.
His hips roll before he can stop them. Eddie groans again as his hole flutters around the plug buried inside him. A hand slides down his body to his sleep pants and immediately hits the tacky hardly-cleaned mess left in them.
‘Oh fuck’
Eddie groans. Ruts his hips once, twice into the mattress with lazy sleep-dazed thrusts as his mind tries to catch up.
‘Wait, but I- we didn’t-?’
It hits him.
He’s hardly even awake, but his current is already alive and damn near surging at the implications.
‘They- we talked last week about it, and they. They actually acted on it and used me to- oh fuck. They used me and touched me and made me fucking-‘
The muffled hum of a guitar vibrating through the floorboards breaks him from his reverie.
‘Oh fuck!’
He jolts. In a second he’s on his knees on the bed, listening.
Miranda's guitar. Second act of the evening. Friday night at the club when half the house is in attendance.
He fucking slept through the first act.
He scrambles to the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the way the plug jostles as he frantically looks for his clothes. His underwear is tangled around an ankle, shirt half under the bed. He’s got no fucking clue where his vest ended up or his undershirt but his pants are piled by the chair in the corner with the same socks he had on earlier and they’ll have to fucking do. He snatches them as he tries frantically to blink the sleep from his eyes. Any rest he may have gotten feels like it’s wiped from his mind just from the sheer humiliation at sleeping in to his shift at his own fucking bar. When he catches Volt–
Eddie drops his weight back onto the edge of the bed and nearly shouts at the way it presses into his prostate, hard.
“Oh fffu-”
Precome beads at the tip of his cock just from that. He takes a few ragged gasps of air. Hips rocking in little circles as the toy shifts and moves ever so slightly, bumping against him and in him and oh fuck that feels good–
The loud cheering from the floor below shocks his senses back together.
‘Focus, idiot. Friday night at the bar and you left Volt down a damn closer.’
He manages to get -mostly- dressed. Finds his boots in the hall by the door on his way out and manages to get into them. Gets down the short hall as he ties his copper necklace around his neck when he gets to the stairs down to the bar.
The very first stair has the plug shifting inside him.
Eddie stops, bracing himself on the handrail as he takes a breath through his teeth.
And he still has the rest of the stairs to go. And a crowd to part through when he gets at the bottom and through the doors.
He is going to fucking kill Volt.
— —
Eddie makes a beeline for the bar the second he opens the door. Not quite caring if he’s rude as he dodges his way through the crowd to the end of the bar where Volt is lounging without a care in the damn world.
“Ah, Eddie!” Volt greets warmly. “How are we this evening?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Eddie hisses when he’s close enough.
Volts smile only gets wider, sharper too. His hair crackles and curls with energy as he leans against the bar into Eddie’s space.
“We opened the bar for you and let you sleep in, and that’s what we get?” Volt tuts. “I would have thought you’d appreciate us taking care of things for once.”
“Since when is my ass something to take care of?” Eddie’s going to kill him, he will. If anyone overhears, if they turn and look too closely-
Volt hums, a low dangerous noise as his eyes go half lidded.
“Oh, darling. It’s always been on my list of things to care for. Surely you understand. Tell me, did you enjoy our little gift we left?”
Eddie scoffs. He reaches under Volts leaned over form to grab the spare bottle of water they keep on their side of the bar. Volt leans in even closer to whisper in his ear.
“I hope waking up with it was as pleasant as I think it would be.” Volt purrs.
“Wasn’t quite as pleasant when I was trying to get dressed and down here.” Eddie mutters under his breath against the lip of the bottle. A shiver goes down his spine at the memory of the stairs alone; how it made the plug grind inside him, how he had to take entire minutes to calm down before he could actually open the door to the bar. “Damn thing nearly made me lose my mind-”
Volts hand closes around his wrist so fast it makes Eddie jump a bit. He starts to turn to Volt to ask but Volt gets so suddenly close that his sparking hair fills his vision.
“Eddie,” breathed low, crackling with an edge of… something. “--you got dressed with it? You’re still wearing it?”
Heat from Volt’s hair is radiating over the entire half of his face. Eddie can feel the ends of Volts curls licking at his collar from where they’re restlessly twisting and sparking. Volt’s hand around his wrist is a warning, an almost unbearable warmth against bare skin.
“…yeah.” Eddie mutters. He doesn’t say any more. He can’t, if he’s honest. He has no reason, no excuse. It’s just…
‘That he had only ever dreamt of this? That he didn’t know how badly he needed this? That he just wanted, that he was hoping they’d want him to…’
The exhale Volt lets out in his ear is somewhere between insidious and igniting. Another flame licking at Eddie’s skin, another kiss of crackling electricity across his cheek.
“Oh Eddie…” Volt breathes. “If only the bar were empty…”
The headrush of Volt’s words and the crackle of their shared current through their skin to skin contact is nearly enough to make Eddie moan. So dizzy that he nearly forgets where he is, that the room is full of customers and friends alike and he can’t let them see how bad he wants Volt to make good on his words. He twists to face Volt and the bar to try and hide his hips from the room. Volt takes it as an invitation to step even closer into Eddie’s space. It does nothing to stop how he’s getting hard again just from this.
“Volt, you–”
“I’d take you right on the fucking stage, yes.” Volt’s curt reply leaves Eddie’s mind entirely blank. “Let you devour our little Spark, too. I’m sure they’d be more than happy, don’t you?”
“Can’t leave you two alone for thirty minutes,” Eddie murmurs, shuffling in place. He tries to breathe, tries to focus on anything else in a vain effort to will his cock to calm down.
“Surely you knew that by now, darling,” Volt laughs. “Besides, we’ve been perfectly capable of handling the bar. You really are an excellent teacher.”
Volt nods towards the bar now, where you’re expertly tossing two cocktail shakers while the other dateables cheer you on. Eddie eyebrows raise a millimeter (he’s so impressed guys it’s insane). Not a drop spilled on the counter, either. He’s mesmerized watching you work, smile and chat as you flit back and forth between patrons.
Volt tugs Eddie out of his daze with a soft laugh, dripping in nothing but affection.
“Look at our spark. They’ve been putting on quite the show all night,” and Eddie’s eyes are still glued to you, dawning a smile and a crooked brow as you pour Tony another beer.
“I’ll bet.”
It’s softer than he’d like to admit. He goes to trade a glance with Volt–
--and lips press to his before he can even get a glimpse of him. Volt’s lips are warm, soft. When he parts his lips and licks across Eddie’s lips his own tongue chases it even when he’s so aware of the bar and their patrons.
Volt pulls away to start lazily pressing kisses to his jaw. Eddie’s tongue traces his own lip just as Volt’s had. Somewhere under the taste of ozone and whiskey and his usual shift mocktail, Eddie could swear he tastes-
“Volt--”
Hardly has his name left Eddie’s lips before he hears a delighted laugh to his side.
“Eddie!”
Livewire’s lips land on his cheek. An arm drapes across his shoulder as they press themselves into his side. Warm, they’re always so warm. Skin soft, body warm, and they press so well into his side that any leftover irritation he had earlier fizzles out in a moment.
“Hey there, Livewire.” Eddie presses a kiss to their temple. He’s not usually one for affection on the clock, but seeing as how Volt’s velcro’d himself to his other side, he doesn’t think he’ll be getting away anytime soon.
‘Ben-Hwa and Betty goddamn grinning in the corner of my eye be damned…’
“Missed you.” Livewire mumbles. They pull back to look at him, eyes shining with warmth. “We were gonna wake you before open, but you seemed like you needed the rest.” Their soft grin curls devious at the edges, and it gives away their little game. “How did you sleep?”
‘Brat…’
“I slept just fine.” He frees his hand to push Volt back and give him a look. “You two clearly had fun while I was asleep. Had a bit of a party?”
His glare does nothing to Volt, who only grins back at him.
“We didn’t want you to feel totally left out.” Livewire’s fingers play with his. Their grin is lazy, eyes half lidded. “Couldn’t let you leave without a party favor, and all that.”
‘Amp, and one hell of a favor…’ When they’d talked the other night -when Eddie had pitched the idea to them- he didn’t know it would feel like this. Frustrating as hell, sticky and on edge, but still-
“Eddie’s apparently quite keen to keep the party going, Livewire.” Volt levels Eddie with something downright dangerous in his eyes. His hair flicks restlessly at the edges as his gaze shifts to their lover. “Guess who’s kept their little party favor, even now?”
“Volt, shut the fuck up.” Eddie’s face burns with the rush of heat as he glances around at the crowded bar, the other objects, anyone within earshot. He glances at their Livewire last.
Livewire has the grace to blush with him. But their eyes-
“Really?” Their voice is quiet. Eddie shouldn’t be able to hear them over the music, the laughter, the crowd, but he does. They openly look him up and down. Like they’re trying to see through him, trying to see under his clothes as he stands there.
He’s never felt the presence of a plug so keenly as their eyes meet Eddie’s again.
“Then I think…” they begin. Their fingers hook around the wire loops around his neck, and he swallows. “--that I should get you a drink. And you should take a seat at the bar.”
The two of them don’t even let him get a word in before they’re both manhandling him into the seat at the end of the bar. Volt silences his groan with a well timed kiss as his ass makes contact with the seat. He shifts, settles. The plug grinds into him in a way that makes sparks dance at the base of his spine and a fluttering indecent pleasure curl at the base of his spine. Volt pulls away, grinning, and Eddie feels his face heat feels flayed under his gaze feels fucking obscene sat at his own bar trying not to grind into the seat until he comes for them-
A whiskey sour slides down the bar as Volt’s fingers dance on the back of his hand.
“Enjoy the show, darling.” Volt murmurs. And then he’s off to disappear into the crowd.
Eddie tries to focus. On his drink, on Livewire behind the bar, anything that isn’t the dull ache between his legs. But Amp, they don’t make it easy. Livewire’s smile is radiant as they run the bar as if they’d done it a thousand times. Volt’s distant laughter carries over the noise of the club as Livewire makes conversation, shakes cocktails, pours drinks. They pour with the same count method Eddie taught them, they watch the entire bar the way he advised, they clean the bar surface every few drinks exactly as they were taught.
They shake cocktail shakers like Volt does; extravagant, showy, and with the same damn grin thrown over their shoulder at the patrons watching.
It shouldn’t make him ache to bend them over the bar. His eyes shouldn’t be trained on the way they flip bottlenecks between their fingers -his bottles, on his bar- but it does. Oh Amp, it does.
“Hey, Eddie?”
Their voice shakes him from his thoughts. He jolts a bit. The plug shifts. His cock twitches just as his thigh does.
“Yeah, baby?” Eddie tries to blink through the heady rush. It must sneak into his voice, or maybe on his face, because Livewire’s eyes darken as they lean in.
“Can you taste test this?” They lean over the bar to hold a tasting stick out. “Manhattan. Just made it. I think it’s ok, but I wanted to run it by you first.”
Manhattan. Right. The one they’ve been trying to practice. Hard to make if you’re new to the bar: the balance of whiskey and bitters is a tough line to walk, and Eddie’s self aware enough to know he sets his standards high on the bar. No drink gets served without full confidence in its quality.
That fact only makes his circuits flutter even harder when he drags the tasting stick across his tongue.
“...it’s perfect.”
Livewire’s eyes sparkle.
“Really?”
“Baby, I think it may just be better than Volt’s.”
Livewire’s face could light up the whole damn room, not a spark needed.
They lean over the bar, reaching for him. Eddie lets them. Even shifts forward in his seat to give them the last inch as they lean in to kiss him. Their lips swallow the noise from his own as the movement shifts the plug inside him. When they pull back, arousal is pooling low in his spine. Warm, pleasant; a lingering ache of what they left him with while he rested, as delicious as the drops of Manhattan on his tongue.
“I’m happy to please you.” Livewire grins. Their words send a little thrill through his current. He leans back, and he can’t stop the little shiver as it grinds the toy inside him just right.
“You always do, baby.” He murmurs, only just loud enough for them to hear.
They let go of his face with soft trailing fingers across his jaw. So light and teasing that he could moan at how it sends sparks through him. They push his drink back into his hand with deft fingers that play with his for only a fleeting moment.
“Enjoy your drink, Eddie.” They murmur back. “I hope we put on a good show.”
‘If only I had caught the show a few hours ago’
Even thinking about it has him shifting in his seat, restless. Even moreso when it makes him grind against the plug inside him. Amp, sweet fucking Amp does it feel good. Feels illicit, scandalous. Like anyone who even looks at him will see his leg bouncing up and down on the barstool, see him shifting around, and just know. And fuck, that they’d actually done it at all. They’d talked about it, they’d established ground rules, he knew they could and would eventually, but-
His musing is interrupted by a long hand dragging over his shoulders. A second later, Volt’s jacket lands over Eddie’s lap.
“Pardon me, darling.”
Volt steps behind the bar just as the acts change over, and the second rush begins.
Eddie can only watch as Volt and Livewire move around the bar together. Twisting, stepping around each other only to land pressed together hip to hip. Shaking cocktails in perfect sync that makes Volt grin like an idiot and Livewire laugh. They trade glasses, trade shakers.
They trade glances over garnishes. Trade little touches under the lip of the bar where no one can see except for Eddie perched at the very end. A hand on Livewire’s waist, trailing of their fingers down Volt’s bare forearm. Wandering hands that grab handfuls of Livewire’s ass as they lean over the ice well to fill glasses. An ‘accidental’ nudge where Livewire turns and presses their hip into Volt’s groin as he reaches above them for a bottle. Livewire doesn’t bother to hide the way they stare at Volt’s hands as they open another bottle of gin. Volt doesn’t hide the heat in his eyes as he stares openly down Livewire’s shirt.
They get through the rush without a single mistake or miss. At the very end, when the crowd has dispersed to see the next act, Volt spills simple syrup across his hand and the bar. And before he can even spot the rag, it’s Livewire’s hand that finds his. That drags Volt’s hand up to their face to kiss the back of his hand. They look up at Volt before they slowly -slowly- drag their tongue up from the base of his thumb to the tip of his finger. Livewire blinks-
--and locks eyes with Eddie the moment they open again.
He’s so hard he doesn’t think he can breathe.
Volt’s jacket over his lap is his only saving grace. So on edge he’s nearly vibrating, so distracted. So fucking in love with the both of them and so goddamn annoyed that they’ve been brats about this all evening and they’re in the middle of service and they’re still finding time to tease him.
But Amp, sweet fucking Amp does he need them.
He can’t look away. Can’t say a word. Can’t fucking move. If he moves he’ll only press harder into the seat and fuck his hole is aching a bit from how long he’s been wearing the plug and it’s taking everything in him not to grind into the seat until he comes and he’s so fucking hard and his clothes feel suffocatingly tight and the bar is too warm and he dreamt of this ached for this literally asked them for this but he’s so fucking desperate if they don’t do something he’s going to–
“Last call before we close up!”
His attention gets stolen so quickly that Eddie almost has whiplash. He blinks. Livewire is facing the crowd, Volt smiling genially, calmly. As if it’s any other night.
“Yes yes, we know. A thrilling evening cut short. But I do believe we have a bit of work to catch up on this evening, and we’ve nearly at our usual closing time anyhow.” Volt’s smooth voice carries effortlessly over the crowd. “I’m sure you all can understand.”
Soft murmurs resound around him. The relief that washes over him is intense. Eddie lets a breath out that he didn’t realize he was holding. Final call. He and Volt always have a hard close ten minutes after final call. Only ten more minutes. Ten minutes until everyone’s gone and Volt walks the last patron to the door and locks it up and Livewire rounds the bar and-
“Ten minutes until you’re all out for the evening! Anybody left after ten minutes, and Eddie will walk you out!”
‘Fucking what did they just--’
Livewire moves away to take the last orders. Volt turns to Eddie. Leans over the bar to face him, and he has the gall to flash him a grin.
“You have the keys, don’t you Eddie?” Volt asks him, low.
Eddie never has the keys; that’s Volt’s job. Why would Eddie ever have the–
“Why the hell would I have them?”
Volts grin only gets wider. “You have my jacket, don’t you?”
The realization of Volt’s little plan is as infuriating as it is dizzyingly obscene. His fingers -he hadn’t even realized his free hand was gripping the edge of the damn thing- find the edge of the pocket and fish out the keys to the door. He looks at them, then Volt, and oh, that asshole looks like he’s about to laugh.
“You fucking--”
“And I do think I’ll need my jacket back, darling. I’m rather cold. Surely you can manage without it?” Volt smirks. Eddie goes to throw the damn keys right back at him. Before he can even move, Volt reaches around the bar and snatches the corner of his jacket. Eddie drops the keys to grab it, but Volt is faster and in a blink, the jacket is behind the bar and every last bit of cover and grace Eddie once had leaves in an instant.
The moment he moves to stand, the plug shifts inside him. His hole aches, his cock twitches. Hands braced against the bar, he takes a breath through his teeth, staring down at the damn keys to the door.
When he looks back up, livewire meets his gaze with a grin. Volt takes his near-empty glass with a deft swipe, and in an instant livewire replaces it.
A fucking Manhattan.
“Ten minutes, Eddie.” Livewire murmurs with a smile. Volt gives them a warm glance before his eyes turn on Eddie. Dark, half lidded. So openly hungry that it pulls an honest to Amp whimper from Eddie’s throat.
“Surely, darling,” Volt purrs. “--you can last ten more minutes before we show you the final act on our stage tonight.”