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There was not enough alcohol in the world for this.
Truly. You were entirely certain that you could have gone through the entirety of Dunk’s makeshift bar and it still would not be enough to counteract the feeling of watching him walk in with someone else on his arm.
“Betty, I’m going to vomit. I’m going to vomit all over this floor and you’re going to have to drag me out of here.” You leaned into her space, clutching at her arm like you were moments from fainting right then and there. Maybe you were.
“You are not going to vomit, honey. You are going to walk over there, say ‘hello’ to Eddie-”
“I would rather die-”
“and whoever the new ‘you’ is. And then we’re going to go on with our night.” You really despised how rational she was being about all of this.
When you’d told Dunk that you would come to his party that he was inviting ‘everyone’ to, you hadn’t anticipated that it would be ‘everyone-everyone’. A phrase which included the destroyer of your incredibly fragile heart; Eddison Watts.
And yes, he was still Dunk’s friend and yes it wasn’t necessarily Eddie’s fault that you two had decided that you couldn’t bear long-distance after that first year of college had wrecked you both the way it did, and yes you were technically the one who stopped responding to messages because every single one demolished your heart exactly like that very first day apart. But a small part of you had thought that bro-code would apply to guestlists in perpetuity. Apparently you’d missed the addendum where all rules relating to exes are rendered null and void after six years.
“Sweetie, I love you, but for the sake of our enjoyment of this night; you’ve gotta rip the band-aid off,” Traitor. Absolute traitor. You didn’t care how many years of living together or how many tear-and-snot soaked tissues she’d seen you go through over this man; Betty was an absolute traitor who could not be trusted.
The crowd around the entrance to Dunk’s house- which was still standing at this point by pure miracle alone with the sheer number of people packed into it, all dancing and chatting and drinking like there was no tomorrow- was shifting, starting to part until you could just catch a glimpse of whoever it was Eddie had brought with him.
You determined rather quickly that looking like that should be illegal.
The man on Eddie’s arm was almost a full head taller than him, and that head was positively draped in white, wavy hair that fell over his shoulders like silk. He had his hand placed loosely yet confidently on Eddie’s waist, and as if you need any more sign that they were together, the new character tipped his head down to whisper something in Eddie’s ear that had him flushing scarlet as Dunk finished greeting them.
“Betty, he’s prettier than me,” You whined into her shoulder, but all complaints got caught in your throat as you watched them actually interacting with one another.
Eddie laughed at whatever it was the new you said once he recovered from his fluster, and though you couldn’t hear it over the rumble of the party, in your head it was as clear as day. He used to laugh with you like that. He looked good when he was laughing. He looked loved. Fuck, where was the booze? You turned towards the counter that was currently laden with bottles, and Betty spun you right around to face the Duo of Doom- as you would be referring to them until proven otherwise- again. They were heading off into the throng now, and you hoped that them leaving your sight would result in Betty getting off of your case about it.
But God forbid her eagle eyes stop working for even a second. Was she tracking them? The way she was steering you by the shoulders seemed to suggest as much.
“You have three seconds to go talk to them yourself or I’m pushing you over there!” She shouted, the roar of the music starting to drown out your ability to even hear yourself think, let alone actually register what Betty had threatened. Needless to say, the traitor only gave you to the count of two before she was shoving you through the crowd and inconspicuously sending herself away as you were thrown right into the chest of-
Holy shit this guy was tall.
And he was looking at you with a curious sort of glimmer in icy blue eyes as he held your arms to help you reestablish your balance.
“Careful there,” Eddie’s partner teased with a smile that bordered on smug. Of fucking course he had a hot accent, too. Fantastic. As if he couldn’t be more perfect. Somehow, he was even more attractive up-close. Sharp cheekbones and clearly strong hands and how was that waist even possible?! “Someone might not be there to catch you next time,” He trailed off with an intonation that begged for a question to be answered, and you realized that this beautiful, seemingly kind creature- who, of course, Eddie had fallen for- didn’t know who you were in the slightest. You gave him your name close to his ear, and he granted your arms the slightest squeeze in confirmation that he’d heard it before leaning in close himself.
“Volt. A pleasure,” He released you then, trailing his hand down to bring your knuckles up to his lips in a mere breath of a kiss, “You wouldn’t happen to be-”
“Livewire?” Oh. You hadn’t heard that name in a while. But you knew the voice, and the cadence that it carried while it called you by a nickname that was created in a blackout between two high school juniors and spoken for the final time at a swingset down the road three years later.
You’d already seen him tonight. It shouldn’t be some great movement of the Earth to see him now.
But you’d grown up a lot in six years. And so had Eddie. The baby-faced boy you’d fallen head-over-heels for in classrooms, spent quiet nights in with, and danced alongside through prom nights had turned into a man with sharp features, strong arms, and scruff along his jaw.
“Eddie,” You wish it had a little less awe behind it when it slipped out, but you never claimed to be a perfect person. Nor were you immune to the sight of a man you loved- once loved, once- looking the way he did. Maybe it was the few drinks that had almost worked their way through your system, but you let yourself live for a moment, “you look good. Like you’re doing good.”
The blush he gave you was trophy enough to make the embarrassment that would likely come tomorrow worth it. You’d give quite a lot to have that blush regularly your doing again. But Volt was looping his arm around Eddie’s waist again, and you knew a staked claim when you saw it. Fair play, you gorgeous man, you could recognize when you were playing a losing game.
Even the show of connection didn’t stop Eddie’s mouth from running, though.
“Thanks. So do you, Livewire,” His chest bumped forward then like someone had knocked into him, which you noted as being a touch odd considering you hadn’t seen anyone squeeze through the little gap that had been left between him and the wall, and you were sure you would have noticed that, “Hey, uh, would you- I mean, maybe-” The oddities continued. Eddie hadn’t stuttered around you since the day he’d asked to turn your friendship into something more, and you doubted you’d become more intimidating over the years. You gave him a teasing, familiar look, and he let himself pause for a deep breath, “Can we talk? Not now just- sometime tonight?”
Betty might kill you for this. She’d spent the better part of six years trying to make you understand why it was time to move on from Eddie, and though you’d been successful in finding replacements for the physical components of your relationship- that typically didn’t end as mutually as you were used to with the man in question-, you still hadn’t had a proper relationship in the years since you’d split. If she found out you were getting all goo-goo-eyed over him asking for a simple conversation? Yeah, you were going to be in deep shit.
And it wasn’t that you’d harbored the same depth of feeling for him all this time. That would have been ridiculous. But when you spend every ‘first’ you could have with the same person, there’s a lot that gets left behind when it’s over.
You decided you could handle a measly chat. After all, Volt’s presence here was evidence enough that he’d found a way to move on. Hopefully, this would be that last little shred of closure you’d need to do so yourself. You gave Eddie the most level-headed nod you could manage, though you were sure it was a bit too fast to have come across as nonchalant.
He gave you that bright, crooked smile that had made you fall in love with him the first time. You were so toast.
Some odd form of an excuse slipped from your lips. You were fairly sure you’d told them to enjoy the party and for Eddie to come find you later, but there was a chance it could have come out as more of a random tying of words than you’d wished. Truly, all you’d wanted was an out. As quickly as possible.
A brief search for Betty turned fruitless, and between greeting each person you squished passed, thinking about what was to come from the conversation Eddie sought, and the bass of the music threatening to reset your heartbeat, you were getting overwhelmed fast. How the hell did Dunk manage to fit- what was it?- a hundred people into his house? Faster than you had thought you would, you found yourself seeking out a familiar staircase.
Most of the action was happening on the main floor, it seemed. Not a soul dared to slip upstairs aside from you and what sounded like Tony and Tina rekindling their tenuous relationship for the eighth time this month behind the closed door of Dunk’s bedroom. Loudly. Though you could force yourself to ignore it enough as you nursed your half-drunk cocktail of unknown contents you’d poured from the dispenser at the bar. From this vantage point, you could stay out of view and still manage to watch your fellow guests interact with one another, with minimal blind spots to hide juicy details.
This was where you were most comfortable, after all these years. You never developed into the easy charm that Betty had or the radiant joy that poured off of Holly and Beau. Shadowed places like these suited you better. Away from the flashing lights and sticky feeling of dozens of people bumping into each other all at once on the crowded dance floor. From here, you could watch Eddie introduce Volt to different clusters of those who’d been collected into this massive web of friends and lovers and roommates over the years. Kristoff clapped him on the shoulder in an approval so vehement that even you could almost make out what had been said. Amir and Barry marveled over his hair, gesturing to it and listening enraptured as Volt responded to some question they must have posed. But as the Duo of Doom approached Betty, Volt tipped down again to say something to Eddie alone, and pulled away from his partner to somewhere beyond your sight.
Eddie tapped Betty on the shoulder like she was a bomb about to explode. It would be hilarious if it didn’t make you think about a time when Eddie had plotted with her to surprise you during your freshman year of college. You’d been so happy, answering the door to find your boyfriend that you were convinced you wouldn’t see again until winter break standing in front of you with flowers and a dopey grin. When Betty turned towards the request for her attention, you could tell the air around her had shifted. The pair exchanged tense words; Eddie sheepish, Betty suspicious, then wide-eyed with a hand over her mouth, then Eddie was scratching at the nape of his neck in that way he used to back when-
“He talks about you quite a bit, you know.” The accented voice startled you out of your observation, and you whipped around to find the backlit form of Volt standing at the top of the staircase you had scampered up not so long ago. You hardly registered the comment that he’d made, the words not making sense in your head until he’d already settled in next to you and was continuing the thought, “About how hilarious you are. How kind, how selfless,” As if the notion of Eddie talking so openly about you to his new partner wasn’t embarrassing enough, said partner had to be complimentary towards it, too? How were you supposed to be petty towards Volt if he was going to be an absolute delight at every turn?
“He does, does he?” You sent back, staring into your brightly-colored drink and taking a sip that you had to fight not to cringe around. What did Dunk put in this stuff? You weren’t exactly trying to continue hearing about Eddie’s thoughts on you now, but you had to admit that your curiosity had been piqued by Volt granting you even the small insight that he had.
“Oh yes. Though I must admit, he appears to have undersold the tales of your beauty,” Your eyes shot to his over the edge of your cup, and the appraising look he lathed over you had a heat starting in your cheeks that- if asked- you would ardently attribute to the drink, “Perhaps he was merely trying to spare my ego.”
You nearly choked on the drink then, the rough burn of it spreading through your mouth and throat as you composed yourself, only to stare in open confusion at Volt.
“Your ego?,” You began, setting your cup next to you so that your hands could properly motion towards him, “I’m sorry, someone that looks and acts like you is threatened by me?” Never once did Volt lose the smile he’d held since coming to sit beside you, and something in your chest tugged at you to ensure that you held onto it.
“I’m not threatened in the slightest, darling. To me, meeting you is similar to meeting a god that is not my own. I endeavor to worship at the altar my love has led me to.” The speed your heart had taken up could not be healthy. In fact, nothing about this situation could be good for any part of you. But you were up here alone and out of sight. With Volt. And he had reached across what minimal space still persisted between you to take your chin between his thumb and curled fingers. Those impossibly vibrant eyes couldn’t find a suitable place to land between your own and your parted lips, yet you were still grasping for even a shred of normalcy in what was happening between you now. You shouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t.
But Volt brushed his lips against yours, and caution went out the window. Here was a man who had referred to you as a god. Who had looked at you- even being a heavenly creature himself-, and claimed that the tales of your divinity failed to measure up to reality. Letting yourself live, even for the shortest moment, in his embrace was all you could do to mitigate the more dangerous feeling that pulsed under your ribs.
You moved together like lovers who knew each other as well as they knew their own souls; slow and languid to properly soak up the presence of one another. Volt’s teeth teased at your lips in a silent request as his hands found purchase on your waist. When a noise of contentment slipped out, it was all the confirmation he’d needed to pull you fully against him up on his thighs. Your hands pushed carefully at his chest, and even as you hesitated to continue, you didn’t remove yourself from him more than an inch or so.
“You’re with Eddie,” You reminded yourself and him aloud, his nose brushing against yours.
“And yet here I am, kissing you. Quite a fortunate man, aren’t I, livewire?” Volt elaborated with a blissed-out air about him. His hands squeezed at your waist, and you hauled him back in by his collar, all slowness and learning of each other gone in favor of rabid hunger and pure attraction.
As much as you enjoyed the new position- particularly the way that it allowed you to drape your arms around his neck so your hands could lay against his strong back-, it didn’t last all that long. Those hands that had held your waist drifted to the small of your back and the base of your skull as you were tipped down, down, down until you were flush with the dense carpet and Volt loomed above you.
Of course, reality had to strike then in the form of your hand bumping into the thin plastic of your cup, sending its contents out over the floor. You yelped against Volt’s lips and jolted away from him, leaving him reeling until he noticed the spill as well. As you shot from the floor in search of a towel, your eyes met Volt’s— the echoes of desire still lingering in that icy blue.
“I’m going to clean this up,” You spoke slowly, trying your best to return yourself to the scenario playing out all around you. The music you’d tuned out was pounding like a damning heartbeat under your floorboards, and the chatter of mixed voices set your features to flush at the reminder of the flagrant display you and Volt had enacted, “and by the time I come back, you’ll be back downstairs with Eddie. And we can pretend this never happened.”
Volt nodded without so much as a question, and drew himself up off of the floor just as you turned into the guest bathroom you remembered from far too many parties in this house, back when it had still belonged to Dunk’s parents. Particularly with Eddie holding your hair back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl.
True to his word- your word?- when you emerged back into the hallway, Volt was gone. Unfortunately for you, what wasn’t was the ridiculous sounds of the pair occupying Dunk’s bedroom. You did your best to focus on the music and voices below you as you dabbed at the spill. This was definitely going to stain. You made a note to apologize to Dunk later, though you were sure he wouldn’t mind; brushing it off as a ‘party casualty’ before going about his night.
At least the short clean-up session gave you something to think about other than the way Volt had touched you. The last person who held you so confidently, who’d kissed you with so much passion behind it, had been-
Your ears burned hot and red at the memories. The most recent- of a man you should not have been kissing- and the older recollection of Eddie pressing you into the mattress of your rickety dorm bed, both of you eager to make up for what texts and facetimes couldn’t convey.
But the repetitive motions let your head get lost. Let you venture into things that you hadn’t seen. Like an outrageous bundle of white hair disappearing behind a tan neck to ghost over that spot below Eddie’s ear he was utterly weak to. He’d tip his head back and that perfect mouth would just-
What the fuck was that?!
First, you make out with your ex-boyfriend’s partner, then you start fantasizing about the two of them? Together? You swallowed thickly as you attempted to expel the notion from your mind, but this one had claws. Eddie had always been so full of love every time you’d been together, but did that change at all with another player added to the mix? You shook your head and released your lip from its prison between your teeth where you had unconsciously drawn it in. If Betty would kill you for agreeing to talk with Eddie, admitting to thinking about being pressed between him and Volt would ensure that no one ever found your body. You slung the used and now rinsed- when did you do that?- towel over the rack in the bathroom as you resigned yourself to rejoining the party. A look below allowed you to spot the group of Mateo, Betty, and Teddy chatting animatedly about something. Perfect.
If you could manage to get down the stairs, now blocked by the leaning shape of one Eddison Watts. Perfect.
“Hey,” He started with that tiny smile he used to only give you, “Volt said you’d be up here. Are you up for that talk?”
No, Eddison. No you weren’t up for that talk because you had just spent several minutes getting handsy with the very man he’d brought to the function. Holding a conversation now with someone who still held such an impressive hold on you? That was a task of herculean proportions.
“Sure. Here?” But you never could say no to him. And now the added layer of soul-consuming guilt was making that fact impossibly more accurate. Eddie looked away and scratched at the back of his neck at your suggestion.
“Spare room? It could get heavy, I don’t really want my thoughts out there for just anyone,”
“Got deep, dark secrets to share with me, Watts?” He blushed crimson, but gave a short laugh as he followed your lead to the guest bedroom that Dunk had routinely introduced as ‘Up-for-grabs! Just clean up.’ followed by an overexaggerated wink in the direction of whoever he’d been telling it to. You and Betty had been among the first to arrive, so you heard the spiel enough times to have it engrained in your memory. The door clicking shut felt like a death sentence as you let yourself fall into the familiar comfort of the mattress. This wasn’t the first time you’d found yourself in this room with Eddie; before your adventures spilling your guts would usually come more thrilling alcohol-induced experiences in these very sheets. The crowds of a Dunk party had never been your thing, but when you could eventually let your night drift away under Eddie’s attentions and his under yours, they were much more fun.
It felt distant now as Eddie kept himself tilted against the closet door, glaring at the bed like it had personally wronged him. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, raising an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic sheepishness.
“Alright Mr. Deep-Dark-Secrets, what’s going on with you?” You challenged, and he laughed sharply, taking a moment to chew on his lips. You’d never noticed it was an anxious habit that you shared with him, “Eddie? Seriously. It’s just me.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem. It’s you.” Eddie laughed again, under his breath and painfully, like he wanted to be anywhere else having any other conversation, “I’m with Volt, who is just- fuck, he’s perfect,” He tapped his curled fist against the wood of the door, “And here I am...just as fucking in love with you as I was the day we met.”
You had to be hearing things. You were drunk- despite spilling most of your drink not fifteen feet from here and not having had another in more than enough time- and were hearing things. Things you’d only dreamed of hearing. Because that was the only explanation for why Eddison Watts had just told you that he was in love with you.
And oh how every nerve in your body seemed to light up under the admission. He was too far away. He needed to be here. Here, in your arms, where you could smooth over the creases in his face that you needed to relearn. Where you could hear his voice wrapped around your name in that lovely, beautiful, breathy way that you knew exactly how to bring him to. He needed to be here where you could show him how much you’d missed him and forget about the rest of the world. But there was so much between you. Time and space and, oh god, a whole new person.
“And Volt? What about him?” It was a question in its phrasing, but hope in the way it pulled itself out of you. The last thing you wanted was to break the heart of the new addition to this messy entanglement. Not when he was creeping his way further and further into your own with every conversation.
“I love him. Point blank, he knows about...how I feel.”
“What do you want to get from this, Eddie?”
“You,” Simple. Pointed. A question and a plea and a prayer all at once as your gazes clashed somewhere between the closet and the bed, “I want you. I want us. I-” He shook his head and pinched at the bridge of his nose, “Volt’s better with words, I just-” When he met you again, all of the fight had seeped out of him. He was as you knew him, still at his core the boy you’d fallen in love with. Packed in with more life in his bones and exhaustion in his skin and experiences in his mind, but the one you’d loved all the same. He took a deep breath, and in the quiet that settled on the room, you felt your heart stirring for the one you thought you’d lost a long time ago.
“I came here because when Dunk invited me, he told me you’d be here. And when he said your name, all I could think about was how much I missed you. I thought about that for months, livewire,” You could’ve melted at the nickname awash in adoration again, “Volt noticed. He always does- you’ll find that out-, and we talked about- well, you.”
“He mentioned that, yeah.” You quipped wetly as you kept the veil of tears that had covered your eyes from spilling in every way that you could. Eddie smirked then, and for the life of you, you couldn’t place why, but he remedied that curiosity soon enough.
“So would that have been before or after the kiss?”
“Well before obvious-” Oh. Caught, red-handed. Of course. If Volt and Eddie had talked about you before all of this, had discussed Eddie still having feelings for you, that meant that, “Volt wanted to see if he and I had any chemistry, right?”
“And you clearly did, livewire. ‘Never seen him so dazed.” You buried your scarlet face in your hands then to muffle the extended groan that tore itself from you, and the mattress dipped beside your leg. Eddie’s hands wrapped around your wrists to reveal your undoubtedly red, blotchy, half-sobbing-half-mortified face that had to look even worse than when you’d first calculated the miles between his university and yours, “Hey, no crying, it’s alright.” He’d said that on that fateful day, too, in that same irritatingly calm voice with that same line between his eyebrows where they’d pushed themselves together.
With your hands resigned to your lap for the moment, you let him lift your face so it was level with his, brushing over some of the reddened parts of your skin like his simple touch would wipe them back to their usual color. Up close like this, without the shadows of Dunk’s insisted mood lighting to obscure them, you could see every detail of how time had changed him. He was leaner than he had been when you’d last seen him, muscles having filled in his arms and creating a slight taper to his waist while his eyes sported signs of a new weariness that came with this stage of young adulthood. You were having a difficult time ignoring just how incredible the facial hair he’d grown in looked on him. The steely eyes you could have been swallowed whole by searched your gradually soothing expression for something more.
“Where’s your head at, baby?” Fuck, that sounded so good coming from him again. It had been a common term of endearment across friendships, one night stands, tenuous situationships that never materialized into anything real, and each time it had made your nose crinkle in disgust to hear it used for you. But maybe that had been because it belonged to Eddie.
A continuation of that thought twitched in the back of your head that you refused to acknowledge this early.
“It depends on what you’re asking me,” You knew what you wanted the answer to be. Knew what was currently making your heart speed to a mile a minute and your breath begin to labor under the implications.
“I’m asking you to be with us. Me and Volt. Properly.”
Your voice ceased its ability to create sound then, with exactly what you’d wanted hanging in the air between you and Eddie, in this place that- like you both- was so familiar and yet had changed so much. There would be things to learn, complications to work out- hell you weren’t even sure where Eddie and Volt lived now- but it was a concept that was starting a buzz underneath your skin and sending pure excitement through you. You’d always talked with Eddie about having a life together, about the wedding and the house with a yard and whether you’d want kids or just be happy as pet parents, and the loss of that future had broken you more than you’d ever felt before because it had been perfect. Your ideas of what life could’ve been had aligned so well. And if Eddie was as certain about Volt- beautiful, kind, witty Volt who’d swept you off your feet nearly in an instant-, you could be sure of him, too.
In lieu of a verbal proclamation of all that had run through you, you shot forward to slot Eddie’s lips with your own. His reaction was nearly immediate, wrapping you up in a strong, careful embrace as you brought him down with you to rest against the pile of decorative pillows behind your head. You could feel him smiling against the kiss as he gave you the whisper of a moan that still managed to set you on fire.
Eddie pulled away after a long moment, grinning down at you like the picture of dopey, hopeless love.
“That meant ‘yes’ by the way. In case it wasn’t clear,” You teased, dotting a peck on the tip of his nose and watching with warm pride as he damn near turned into a puddle in response.
“I sure hoped so,” The pair of you laughed with a giddy sort of drunkenness taking over you, Eddie dipping his head down to pepper kisses across your neck as one strong hand pulled your leg up and over his waist. You let your eyes close under the attention that felt like coming home after a long journey. This was where you’d been meant to be all this time. With Eddie’s lips on the column of your throat and hands roaming the map of you that had shifted under the force of time but remained ever still his.
You’d been so lost in the moment that you hadn’t realized you had company until your eyes were fluttering back open to say something to the man you loved, a thought that died on your tongue as you locked onto ice eyes that roved over the two of you with deep appreciation.
“No need to stop on my account,” Volt purred, and Eddie cast a look over his shoulder that although you couldn’t see, spurred a brightening of Volt’s own, “I presume things went well then, darling?”
Eddie nodded, reaching out a hand to Volt to beckon him over to the bed and holy shit he was holding himself above you on just one arm? You had to restrain yourself from drooling over the strength Eddie had built up in the time you’d been apart, making a note to explore it someday as Volt slipped into the space the pair of you shared.
“Hello again, livewire,” He shot you with that radiant smile, “Might you grant me the honor of rewriting the end of our little rendezvous in the hall?” When you granted him a smile of similar magnitude, he bent low to steal it off of your lips. You could feel Eddie watching the two of you as Volt pulled little breaths from your lungs, could hear his own breathing shift slower and more intentional while you chased the heady feeling of the back-and-forth you were starting to develop with Volt already.
Under his breath, Eddie cursed, and he nosed next to your ear to give you the damning turning point of the moment.
“No idea what seeing you two together does to me, do you, baby?” Eddie’s hand skimmed over your stomach, and you arched up into the touch, leading you deeper into Volt; an opportunity he wasn’t going to ignore as his tongue traced along yours, “What you do to Volt? Bet you’d be so gorgeous under him,” You and Volt shared a moan into one another that sent shockwaves over your entire body, and his lips began their trail across your jaw. Eddie lured you to face him, and reduced what little room there already was between you to almost nothing.
“Grab their hair, Volt. They go crazy for it,” Opening your mouth to object was suddenly the least of your intentions. Volt had laced long fingers into your hair and squeezed sinfully. No pulling, no roughness, just that pressure that you’d always adored and that had you damn near keening for them already.
“Eddie,” You whined with an inevitable lean further into Volt’s grasp.
“You were mine for four years. I know what you like, livewire,” His breath was hot against your panting mouth as he teased you even then with his lips that loomed just a hair from connecting with yours. You felt like you were chasing a high every time he pulled away before you could kiss them again, “and I never forget how to make what’s mine say my name.”
“Not so cocky, now, Eddie,” Volt spoke up from where he had drifted to teething a mark onto the junction between your neck and shoulder, “You are at a disadvantage. We both know exactly which of your buttons to push.” Now that was an inspired idea.
Eddie was caught off-guard enough for you to lay a quick peck on him and satiate the craving you’d had. For now. You met Volt’s eyes, and felt a kinship spark to life between you as you moved together to follow through on his suggestion. If you hadn’t already felt the connection solidifying between you, that moment surely would have pushed it into reality. There was an unspoken trust in his eyes that you hoped reflected back at him, and a mutual understanding that whatever had been created between you would only continue to grow beyond these four walls.
Your shared love laid back on the mattress, visibly battling between either feeling like the cat who got the cream or pure anxious energy at the notion of both of the people he loved joining forces for the express purpose of unraveling him. Unless a lot more than you knew had changed over the years that separated you, Eddie only allowed himself to be maneuvered in such a way in very specific circumstances. Perhaps the union of you and Volt under this mission was enough to warrant such a ‘very specific circumstance’; you weren’t intent on wasting the opportunity. His pupils were blown nearly to the point of obscuring gray, and his interest was already beginning to strain at the front of his pants. The pair of you had him exactly where you wanted him.
Volt smoothed back the shaggy waves that had blocked his path as he resumed the trail of kisses he’d begun plotting on you onto Eddie instead, making a prophet out of you as he pressed one to that sensitive spot on Eddie’s neck that you had frequented back when he’d been yours alone. And just as you’d hoped- though he fought with the urge to fall to it- Eddie whined behind gritted teeth and tipped his head to the side, begging silently for more.
“Glad to see you know my favorite trick, Volt,” You teased, laying an innocent kiss against Eddie’s cheek as you brushed black strands out of his eyes. Eyes which were currently looking at you with an intoxicating cocktail of want and faux betrayal, “Makes him purr like a kitten every time.”
“I take it all back. You two are too dangerous together,” The man beneath the pair of you groaned even as his voice warbled and he chased the feeling of your nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
“Now Eddison, don’t lie to our livewire,” Volt crooned between long kisses that balanced beautifully on the line between chastity and indecency, “Or I’ll be forced to tell them all about the fantasies we’ve played out regarding this very position,” Your brains work at crafting new and old ways to tease Eddie into a needy mess was halted instantly by Volt’s admission, which had Eddie flushing nearly head to toe.
“Fantasies?” Your attempt at keeping your voice even was feeble at best, and you soon found yourself being carefully led up and onto Eddie’s lap; right over where only a few simple layers of fabric kept him from rutting into you properly. Volt took his place behind you, one of his hands alternating between playing with your waistband and pressing a splayed palm against your stomach to keep you close to him while the other drew shapes into Eddie’s thigh. Every word of his voice was accompanied by hot breath against the shell of your ear that sent chills down your spine.
“Of course, livewire,” He paused with the tips of two fingers tucked just into the fabric of your pants, like he was waiting for something. You gave him a short but clear nod, and he rewarded you with a sweet kiss behind your ear followed by a steady ‘so good already’ into your skin. Volt slipped beneath the clothes that you so desperately wanted off of you now, and you gasped as the pad of two of his fingers drew slow, careful circles around your clit. You let yourself lean into his hold, reaching back to grasp at his leg for balance while Eddie whispered obscenities and prayers into the room, “He’s dreamed of having us this way, you know. Of watching you fall apart for us and call out our names,” Another kiss, near your pulse point this time, as fingers slipped between your soaked folds to enter you.
Your hips ground down against the luscious feeling and spurred a feral growl below you from Eddie, whose hands held your waist in its lowered position to rock into the sensation you and Volt provided. Each pulse of pressure urged Volt deeper into you and rubbed the heel of his palm against your clit, encouraging your eyes to roll back before any of you had disrobed in the slightest. As if what he was doing to you wasn’t mind-altering enough already, Volt- and you could hear the smirk in his voice at your reaction to how he stroked at your walls- shared one extra detail that had you like putty in his hands.
“I have had such dreams as well, my darling.”
Desperate hands pulled at the fastenings of your clothes until they hung open on your body, and you met the pairs of wide eyes that had watched the frantic act when it was done; blue rapt in awe while gray flared with sharp desire.
“You boys done gawking yet?” You panted under the speed you’d reached, but were able to level a wide, innocent expression at each of them as you fully discarded your top to leave your chest bare, “Don’t I get to see what’s mine, too?” That was enough to have the two of them moving at breakneck speeds, and gave you the chance to free yourself the rest of the way so that the three of you huffed together in the end; clothes strewn in mixed heaps about the room and skin making sweet contact at long last.
You’d always loved Eddie’s cock. How easy it was to pluck at the specific strings within him to get it hard and aching for you, the way it felt pulsing against your tongue when he came down your throat, but your favorite trait of all was how perfectly full it made you. Your mouth, your cunt, he felt like he belonged there. Like it had been made especially to push you over the edge. Maybe you were being gluttonous about the situation you now found yourself in, but you were already anticipating the delicious stretches you’d feel even from the man that had once been such a routine fit as you would relearn him. Not to mention how deep Volt was going to be able to reach within you.
You found yourself leaning on your elbows between Eddie’s thighs, eager to reacquaint yourself with the heady taste that served a dual purpose of twisting his face into the most gorgeous image you’d ever known and making him call out for you in ways that had lived in your dreams for years now. You were a simple creature, with simple desires, and you held not a shred of shame at the sound that escaped you when your lips finally wrapped around him again, nor the one that followed moments later as you took as much of him as you could into your throat. Eddie hissed and let his mouth fall open as he bucked into yours.
“Fuck, that’s my livewire,” You preened under the attention, sending another deep vibration through him when Volt renewed his attention on pumping his fingers in and out of you at the other side of the bed that received a moan of Eddie’s own, “‘Look so perfect like this, don’t they, Volt?”
“They’re a vision, darling,” The combined tease of Volt’s fingers curling deep inside of you with Eddie’s sliding into your hair to keep you where he could feel your throat fluttering around his tip threatened to push you to the limit already. The image of how far the three of you could go once you’d become accustomed to their touch made you want to mewl, “Even more beautiful than you described.”
Volt’s fingers gave you a few more pulses over that spot within you that made your mind go blank before he removed them entirely. You’d hardly had time to mourn the loss before his cock was replacing them, and in one motion that threatened to split you in half, Volt buried himself fully inside of you. You let Eddie slip out of your mouth with a pop as your eyes rolled back from the deluge of stimulation. Every inch of you was being flooded with a constant stream of ‘Volt, Volt, Volt’, and it took you longer than you’d readily admit to realize that your mouth had been no exception to the tempest, chanting his name into Eddie’s thigh as he set his careful pace.
Each drag felt moments from breaking you, even as you adjusted to the feeling, and Eddie tilted your head up to look at him. He was fuzzy around the edges, but it only added to the angelic way you saw him now. You weren’t entirely convinced you wouldn’t have floated far beyond the house if Volt’s hands weren’t digging bruising fingerprints into the soft skin at your hips.
“You’re taking him so well, baby,” Eddie crooned, Volt groaning his agreement, and a particularly deep thrust sent you whining into his skin, “‘Knew you’d be so good for him, so good for us. ‘Can’t believe you’re ours,” You tipped into Eddie’s touch, the odd tenderness of the moment feeling so desperately right even as it contrasted with the heat that surged through you from where Volt was ensuring your vision of Eddie was dotted with stars.
“-wanna be good for you both,” Something was tightening deep inside you as you eked out the sentiment, content in the knowledge that you had to be the very picture of indecency while you were fucked into where Eddie had taken up stroking his cock to the image of his loves pleasing each other so fully.
“You’re just,” Volt groaned low, his grip on you tightening in time with you squeezing around him, “perfect for us, livewire,” You found yourself deeply enjoying the way that his once pristine tone was falling apart for you, tilting into a breathy, undone sound interlaid with gasps and whispered repetitions of his declaration.
The room filled with the sweet sounds of the three of you chasing your highs; all clipped sounds of pleasure spurred by the touch of one another and the rhythmic music of skin meeting skin from where Volt had shifted from careful dragging to a force that you wanted to live with the feeling of forever. You and him practically sang together, and you could feel that dam that had been building up within you moments from bursting.
“V-Volt!”
“Ah- Livewire-”
“Fuck. Open up for me, baby,” Eddie broke the duet, and you would have done anything for them then, as you were reduced to what you were at your very base; theirs.
Your lips spread so that Eddie could lay the head of his cock just between them as his strokes reached a fever pace in time with Volt’s. You could have lasted just a bit longer, if Volt hadn’t chosen that moment to run his fingers over your clit in a discordant harmony with his destruction of you that set your nerves blazing with a rush of want.
Your voice pitched into a tone you’d never thought you could manage as you came hard around Volt, feeling his motions stutter as the way you clutched at him encouraged him to tumble over the edge right after; spilling deep and warm within you. Eddie only managed a handful of seconds more after that sight, painting your tongue with ropes of his spend as he choked out your name and Volt’s one after the other. You swallowed it down greedily, and whined at the added stimulation of Volt pulling out of you so that he could maneuver you into his warm embrace next to where Eddie laid.
The man in question was the first to recover, staring at where Volt was laying reverent, careful kisses against your neck and jaw as though he were witnessing a great work of art being created. The ragged breaths of your orgasm gradually diminished into pleased little sounds that came in time with each kiss, and your attention was summoned from the attention by Eddie tucking an errant strand of hair back into place. Though you knew it was merely an excuse to get to lay his hand against your cheek.
“Hey you two,” He whispered like he was afraid to break the moment passing between you.
“Hello darling,” Volt chuckled into your ear as he nosed into the nape of your neck, and you let yourself melt into the contact as his hand skated up your side to trace over the blooming marks his fingers had left on your hips and stomach.
“So,” Eddie started, swallowing thickly as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, “we’re doing this?”
Both men paused entirely, shifting in a tense attempt at subtlety so that they could both view your expression wholly without placing too much pressure on the moment. You grinned at each of them in turn, letting your heart fill with more affection that you previously believed it could contain at the sight of their anxious smiles hoping for the best. As if you would have any other answer now.
“We’re doing this,” You assured, and pressed a peck to each of them as the room devolved into giddy laughter.
“Good,” Eddie smirked like he knew something neither of you did as he shot up, and he hooked his hands under each of your knees to pull you to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees with one of your legs over each of his shoulders.
“Eddison!” You shrieked with a giggle laced under it.
“How many times do you think I can make you come on my tongue before someone downstairs notices we’re missing?” Eddie whispered between your thighs as he licked slowly at the mix of you and Volt threatening to leak out of you onto the sheets.
Volt chuckled fondly at the pair of you, and you reached out for his hand as your body shot to life under Eddie’s tastes..
You had no idea how you were going to explain this to Betty.