[ Eddie regrets bringing this up. He's already forged significantly further into the realm of sexual exploration than he'd ever had anticipated within the past few months; secret kinks on top of that is pushing it. He sighs. ]
It's not relevant because, uh, location-wise– [ How to put this. It's hard to figure it out; he's thought about it a few times since, guiltily, even dwelling upon it...er, significantly, once or twice, late at night. ]
When we went out for drinks the other week. With everyone else. That bar, it was fucking disgusting, by the way, everything was sticky, and it smelled like an ashtray, and there was an alley out back, I could see it whenever someone went out for a smoke, or whatever, and I thought–
[ Sometimes, he doesn't hate being smaller than Richie; it's easier to avoid his gaze and direct the rest of this to his collarbone. ]
This is embarrassing. [ –he groans. ] I just–you looked really good, and I thought, who'd notice if we were gone for a little while. That filthy fucking alleyway. Getting on my knees there, even with all the...broken glass, or the MRSA, or whatever the fuck else was out there. Or letting you–I don't know, do something else, having to be quick and quiet about it. Sneaking back into the bar like nothing had happened.
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Date: 2019-10-31 07:05 am (UTC)It's not relevant because, uh, location-wise– [ How to put this. It's hard to figure it out; he's thought about it a few times since, guiltily, even dwelling upon it...er, significantly, once or twice, late at night. ]
When we went out for drinks the other week. With everyone else. That bar, it was fucking disgusting, by the way, everything was sticky, and it smelled like an ashtray, and there was an alley out back, I could see it whenever someone went out for a smoke, or whatever, and I thought–
[ Sometimes, he doesn't hate being smaller than Richie; it's easier to avoid his gaze and direct the rest of this to his collarbone. ]
This is embarrassing. [ –he groans. ] I just–you looked really good, and I thought, who'd notice if we were gone for a little while. That filthy fucking alleyway. Getting on my knees there, even with all the...broken glass, or the MRSA, or whatever the fuck else was out there. Or letting you–I don't know, do something else, having to be quick and quiet about it. Sneaking back into the bar like nothing had happened.