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The evening was off to a great start. Valentine's day was a big event for the Breaker Box. The heightened sense of harmony following it could be felt the whole of next week, to the point where the grid felt calmer somehow. Eddie wasn't a fan of all the sap, but this… this he could appreciate. Practical.
Which was why he agreed to the stupid outfit, and the hearts plastered all over their bar, the colour a stark contrast with the dark wood and steel he was so comfortable with.
He tugs lightly at the collar of his red shirt. Curses under his breath before undoing the top button. A relieved sigh escapes him as he leans back in the booth, swirling his glass. The peak hour had passed—the cacophony simmered down into a pleasant murmur. He glances to the side, smiling slightly when he catches Volt leaning against the bar, elbows braced on the surface, nursing a drink of his own. A light dusting of blue on his cheeks betrays his not-quite sober state.
That also means that the smile he returns is a little crooked, making Eddie chuckle. He raises an eyebrow and Eddie realises that he probably assumes ogling intent — so he might as well. His crisp white shirt is cinched by a red velvet waistcoat, golden, heart-shaped buttons glinting in the warm light. That button-down struggled to stay closed in the first place, and the first two buttons seem to have given up on their mission already. Eddie swallows, reddening slightly.
When he looks away, he catches Volt’s melodic laugh, corner of his lip quirking up. He keeps his gaze off his favourite lightning bolt, though. He's quite enjoying his quiet moment, so he's not going to be baited into leaving his corner.
Until the door opens. He's about to call out a ‘last call soon’, before Volt crosses the space in a few large strides, hair flickering slightly. Oh.
The door opening frames you beautifully. Frankly, he's never quite appreciated Dorian this much. Your silhouette cuts through the darkness behind you, and the first thing Eddie sees is that bright smile, contagious to the point where he finds himself smiling without even noticing—the slight pink on your cheeks blooming into red when Volt wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he presses a kiss to your glossy lips.
You've dressed up. Eddie won't admit it, but he's a little weak to that. He thinks you're luminous in your work clothes, without them, in a suit—doesn't matter. But the corset top, the same red as his shirt and Volt’s vest, laced on the front, tied into a slightly clumsy bow, the black, layered skirt blooming from your waist like a rose—he couldn't keep his eyes off you. You saunter—not walk—towards him and he already realises he's lost for words, Volt's smile sly as he follows close behind.
Before he can even utter a word, your lips are pressed to his briefly, lingering, leaving his lips stained with the light pink from your own. A pleased smile, twinkling eyes.
Amp, he was going to blow a fuse just sitting there.
Volt takes the opposite side of the booth, his ankles brushing Eddie's. You slip in next to Volt, giggling when he smoothly wraps an arm around your shoulders.
“I should have known you'd come in looking absolutely luminous, live wire.”
It's a little husky, you only realise because you know them. You grin. Despite Amir singing your praises you couldn't quite shed the nerves, right up to the point where you swung open that door. Not just your electrifying partners, but many of the lingering objects had let their gaze linger on you far longer than you were used to. With the quick drink you snuck in at the Tipsy Tumbler earlier, it warmed you rather than chilled you with nerves.
“The two of you look stunning,” you smile, toying with Volt's collar. “Although I feel bad for your shirt.”
Eddie stifles a laugh behind his hand. A quick glare from Volt doesn't do anything, although there was no heat in the look. Volt rolls his eyes, before leaning in, tipping your chin up as he leans forward slightly, giving you a premium view of his overwhelming assets.
Your gaze drags down immediately, inevitably. You force it back up but the damage is done. His bright eyes brighten even more.
“Perhaps it was just a little service for my favourite spark?”
Your mouth goes dry and you choke on your next words.
“On the offense already?” you manage, stuck between a laugh and a cough. Eddie shoves his drink across the table, raising his eyebrows. You snatch it away, sipping the whisky sour. The initial sharpness always throws you off and you shiver.
“That's what you get for sitting there,” he notes, leaning back. The light catches the sparkle in his steel eyes. His black velvet waistcoat draws your eyes to the thin, gold wire around his neck, shimmering as he moves. They were both so gorgeous. Frankly, your bravado was dying by the minute. At least you'd look fabulous while melting from their charm.
“Aw, are you jealous, Eddie? I'd figure you wouldn't appreciate the PDA,” you pout, batting your eyelashes. His flush brightens slightly, the ends of his hair sparking. Volt laughs.
“Sitting next to me doesn't have to be PDA, spark,” he grumbles, folding his arms. Your lashes lower, the idea more appealing now that he's seeded it in your imaginative mind.
You get to your feet and swiftly slide in next to him. Ready to tease him for the next few hours, before you yelp, caught off guard as his hands find your hips and he tugs you into his lap instead.
“Eddie!” you gasp. “But you—”
He shrugs. “Saw plenty of this kind of thing here tonight. Might as well.”
The scent of ozone and petrichor wraps around you. You suppress a shiver. Volt gives you a knowing look, before relaxing back in his seat, waving as Dasha stumbles out. Ten, maybe twenty patrons remain. The faint sense of impatience stirs his current, the ends of his hair losing their definition.
You squirm in Eddie's lap.
“What, you want out?” he rumbles close to your ear. Goosebumps erupt on your neck and shoulders. His low hum acknowledging his effect on you only worsens the problem. You were used to Volt's easy charm, and Eddie's standoffish yet alluring push-and-pull. Not this.
“No. Just… Nevermind.”
You sigh, before letting your weight rest against his chest. His heat warms you pleasantly, and you exhale deeply, eyes drifting shut.
“Aren't you invigorating, darling?” Volt teases across the table. Eddie's hands tense on your waist as his jaw tightens slightly.
“Don't let him bait you. I'm comfortable...” you murmur, smiling.
“Aw, they're gonna take a nap, aren't they?”
You just might, even with Volt’s gaze on you, before the click-clack of heels wakes you from your almost-reverie.
You sit up straight, ignoring the complaining grunt from Eddie as you shift your weight.
“Betty!” you exclaim, straightening up.
Pink coils pour over her freckled shoulders, lashes darkened with mascara. She looks like a goddess in her flowing gown, dipping low enough to frame the constellation of freckles trailing down from her collarbones. You feel your throat go dry again. A little embarrassing. You wonder if you imagine Eddie's gaze on you, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
She reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You look lovely, cutie.” she purrs. It's a shame I have to leave, or I’d steal you away for a bit.”
“Steal me away…?” you stammer as she leans back again. She smiles, a little devious.
“For a dance, of course. Or were you imagining something else, lover?”
Yeah, you weren't imagining the tightening of Eddie's hand on your hip. You swallow. “Of course not—you look beautiful, Betty” you manage. She giggles.
“See you tonight...”
And she's off. You find yourself all kinds of flustered and tense, and Volt looks highly amused.
“Having a good time there?”
He hums, taking the last sip of his drink before setting it down with a clink. “I'll go get us some more. Requests?”
He's swiftly off as well, leaving the two of you in that booth, tucked away in a corner. Your heart suddenly seems loud in your ears. He usually was quiet, but the silence felt loaded now, and you had no idea why. Okay, maybe some idea...
“Eddie, what?” you murmur, trying to relax. He doesn't reply at first, parting his lips to say something, then closing then before actually following through.
“It’s nothing. Just wondering how long people are gonna stick around.”
You purse your lips, before leaning back. “C’mon, out with it.”
He curses under his breath. “Just thinking about how you almost fell asleep on me there.”
He sounds a little miffed. Oh.
“Didn’t you want me to relax more?” you grin.
His leg twitches slightly.
“Or are you afraid you've lost your touch?”
A sharp intake of breath. Oops. Bingo.
You're on the verge of giving him all the validation he seems to long for—before he tugs your hips deeper into his lap, flush against him. His lips brush your ear and your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh, I know I haven't.” he hums. A warm exhale as he presses his lips to a spot under your ear, and you shiver. The scent of whisky and cherry.
Ah, that explains a little. A lot.
“Eddie…” you whisper. “This is the opposite of no PDA”.
You can feel his smile against the column of your neck.
“Yeah.”
Okay, concise. You have half a mind to say something about that non-answer, shifting, about to turn towards him, before you gasp, realise that he's hard. He swiftly pins you back against him again.
“Mind it?” he murmurs. “I'll let you escape.”
“And let you win? No way.” you manage, realising his lap isn't quite as comfortable of a seat anymore. This initially just slightly overly intimate setting quickly flips into something that feels obscene when you find that his clothed length slots between your thighs, a clear pressure against your core.
“Brave words...” he murmurs. “Maybe I'll make it so you can't sit here without blushing ever again.”
“What?”
It comes out small, fading into the background noise. He noses at your neck, presses a kiss further down. “You heard me, spark.”
“I think you're plenty exciting, Eddi—”
The words scatter into a sharp exhale as he rolls his hips, the kindling flames in your core flaring into something hotter. You struggle to keep your eyes open, to not hide — to mask your reaction. You were going to hide it so well, and he would think twice about teasing you again-
Another press of his hips as he keeps you in place. His breathing quickens slightly. Yours can't help but try to match.
“Eddie… I know you have a good poker face, but…”
“You should worry about yourself,” he returns, attempting a casual tone despite edging on the low register that is an absolute caress on your scarlet ears. He grasps your chin and points you towards Volt, who effortlessly balances the three drinks.
“Wait, you can't be—”
“Took you long enough.” Eddie huffs. Volt reaches out to flick his nose, and you can't help but block it, any movement that might betray your fluster. Your fingers wrap around his wrist and he blinks.
“A little protective tonight, aren't we?” he hums. “Fine, I'll spare our lovely Eddie, despite his rude words.”
You release him, snatching your drink to hide behind. Modest sips of your cocktail leave a trail of warmth on their journey down your throat, blending into the confused heat that is the rest of your body. Because he's moving, slow grinds that fan the flames with every roll of his hips.
Not just that—he's gone talkative all of a sudden, compensating for your sudden relative silence. You could talk, surely — but it's hard enough predicting his next move and you don't dare.
“We ran out of red wine, darling. I told you we should have overstocked.”
Eddie huffs. “Yeah, no. Worst case we would have a fifth of our supply closet filled with it for a whole year.”
Volt studies your expression, intrigued. You just attempt nonchalance, a shrug. Eddie's hand drifts up your bare thigh, disappearing under your skirt. Perfect cover. Your breath hitches in your throat ever so slightly. His touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake.
“People can drink wine all year, Eddie.”
You have no idea what he's planned. You can feel your pupils dilate. Why are we hiding this from Volt, again?
You glance at Eddie quickly.
“Live wire, are you quite alright? You seem a bit… distracted.”
You're just about to confess before Eddie cuts in casually.
“They're just relaxed, Volt. You know they're not the most talkative then.”
Talking for you? This was one to remember for later, for sure. But for now, all you can manage is to keep your gaze from going unfocused as his fingertips find the edge of your lace panties.
He hums and you feel him twitch against you, sucking in another breath.
“You look pleased, spark. What’s got you smiling?”
Volt sips the last bit of wine, his full lips staining red. Your mind can't help but drink the sight in. Eddie chuckles. You hold your breath, hips twitching when his index finger traces you over fabric, lightly at first, almost a warning—before making the fabric mold to you, tracing your slit, lingering on the obvious wetness betraying his effect on you.
“Live wire has a gift for us, later.” he returns. Volt leans forward.
Index and middle finger find either side of your clit, press themselves down to the base, before lightly stroking, tugging upwards. Your hips press into the touch as you bite your cheek in an attempt at camouflage.
“Oh? How lovely! I dare hope that our last patrons find their way out sooner rather than later, then.”
Another stroke, a bolt of pleasure to your core even through the fabric. You whimper. Your hand snaps over your mouth in an instant.
Bright eyes flicker slightly.
If Eddie is just as much of a sight to behold as you are, it was just a matter of time.
“Sparks…” he starts, blush blooming on his cheeks beyond the gentle flush of fractional intoxication. “You can't be...”
“What are you suggesting?” Eddie manages. Where the two of you press together feels hot and wet and all kinds of wrong and right—almost a waste that you'd have to move to the bedroom, your hazy mind dares to think.
“I'm just enjoying being left the fuck alone for once.” Eddie shrugs.
Volt hums, tapping the table.
“Mmm. If you want to continue enjoying your solitude, I suggest you keep it subtle.” he raises his eyebrows a touch. “Or even I can't hide whatever you heathens are—”
You reach out, pressing a hand over his mouth quickly. His eyes just crinkle with mirth as this presses you harder into Eddie's touch and your gaze goes unfocused for a bit.
“You've grown bold, Eddie. I'm so proud.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Shut it. I'm not doing anything.”
“Of course, darling.”
Volt's ankle brushes yours under the table. The touch instantly conveys the extent to which your legs are shaking. He sighs deeply.
“It had better be a good gift, live wire…” he murmurs, lamenting… something. Perhaps being left out of this little secret for now.
You almost think that he's going to let you off easy. Just urge you to the point where your voice betrays you, making it necessary to stop. But instead, he hooks his digits around the edge of the flimsy, soaked cloth, and tugs it aside. Cool air on your sensitive sex makes you shiver. You expect him to return that touch to you—but instead his hands vanish for a bit and he shifts below you.
Your eyes widen even more and you gasp Eddie’s name, quietly but audibly. Volt's gaze, which had been on the open space for a bit, snaps back to you, his pupils pooled. His lips curl into something almost malicious.
“Can't you keep quiet, darling?” he purrs. “We have a reputation to uphold, after all.”
You just stifle a groan as Eddie's hot, bare cock slots between your thighs, an easy slide against your slick cunt.
‘Fuck—’ you breathe as the tip of him catches on your clit and your back wants to arch.
Volt’s gaze goes warning as another object crosses past the booth, waving a tipsy goodbye.
Eddie's composure cracks just a bit, breath hitching in his throat, a moan barely stifled. His fingers dig into your hips as he uses your thighs, calloused hands pressing them closed, his own tensing as he starts a rhythm, slow, shallow thrusts that end just right.
Luminous eyes pin yours as Volt leans forward, tips your chin up.
“You've underestimated him, haven't you?” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. What did he even mean with that?
Volt tugs your chin closer and you lift slightly to accommodate—the kiss he pulls you into languid, deep, unhurried. Too unhurried.
When he releases you and you ease back, he's leaned back a little, planted his feet and you wonder why—until the tip of his cock presses to your hole and his hips still, shaking with the effort of staying still. You gasp, gaze widening, scanning, only to find a highly entertained lightning bolt toying with a stray strand of your hair.
Eddie takes a shaky breath behind you. You try to glance back—the part of him that you can see is flushed, wire ends glowing like coals in your periphery.
“Live wire, please,” he breathes. “I'll be good. I'll be slow for you.”
“That isn't the problem,” you whisper urgently. “If we get caught—"
You lose the rest of that sentence when he slides against you again, between your folds, an obscene, slick motion, heat coiling in your gut.
“Oh, if you get caught, dear Eddie will most definitely be disciplined.” Volt sighs. Eddie makes a low, annoyed sound against your skin.
It was a stupid game. But your greedy body can't help but seek more of the stimulation it provides.
You angle your hips and bring him back into position, reveling in the moan he chokes back. He, surprisingly, stops moving, just trying to steady his breath.
“Before I change my mind,” you manage, holding Volt's gaze. His eyes glow steadily now, the lights above flaring just a bit. Pulling attention. The thought is nerve-wracking.
But there's not much to be thought when strong hands urge your thighs apart just a fraction, when you're being split open by thick, unrelenting heat, hidden under your skirt, your undoing only barely making it to your face.
“Fuck, fuck—” you curse softly, quivering as your body fights to not respond, to stay still, the urge to run away in absolute embarrassment mixing with the need to impale yourself on him.
Volt's index finger presses to your lips and your gaze focuses—just in time to catch another leaving guest. Their gaze lingers for a moment and you smile sheepishly.
They move out of frame, and Eddie bottoms out, forehead presses to your shoulder.
He shakes with restraint.
“Can the last of them just leave so I can just take you—” he pants, barely audible. You can't help it, your walls flutter around him in response and he groans softly.
You aren't ready, you'd never be—but equal parts relief and exhilaration wind you even tighter when he slides himself almost out, the slightly precarious angle a wonderful drag against your front wall. You shiver, closing your eyes for a moment. Another press and you're excruciatingly slowly split open again. And again—
“Good boy.” Volt murmurs.
Eddie twitches inside you and you vow to remember that reaction.
Eddie exhales sharply. His hips stutter when you can't help but tighten around him on the downstroke.
“We should stop before—” you start, but the wanton tone renders it entirely unconvincing. Eddie manages a shaky laugh.
“What? Before you come on my cock?” he breathes into your ear. You gasp, hands flying to his wrists, blocking his hands from pressing your thighs open even more. But the damage is done and the new angle has you seeing stars as he rocks into you. All you manage is a fractured rendition of his name.
Volt sucks in a shaky breath, shifting in his seat. You almost feel a bit bad for him.
He leans out the booth for a second, before clicking his tongue and getting out, quickly transferring to your side.
Eddie doesn't even stop. Volt's expression has gone a bit feral struggling to keep his breathing in check.
“The last two are in the far back,” he mutters. His hand, warm and soft and strong, maps up your thigh before fingertips follow the path of your slick, current thrumming through you, already making you whimper—morphing into a moan when the light touch becomes a firm drag down your slit, tracing where you stretch around Eddie.
“Volt, what are you—” you start, before his hand shifts, thumb settling against the bottom of the oversensitive, swollen tip of you—and matching Eddie's pace perfectly as he begins to stroke in time, eased by the slick mess you have become. Your mask falls apart and you can't help but pant, squirm, tighten — toes curling inside your dress shoes.
Eddie's tempo begins to falter. A particular mean thrust up has the table shift and Volt growls his name under his breath, his eyes narrowing. Seems he indeed had discipline in mind. Eddie just ignores him, chasing rapture, only barely keeping himself in check for you.
The dual touch makes the world disappear. You almost want to let go, just—almost.
Until you're ripped from the haze by footsteps.
Your gaze flies up. Volt half-turns away, half-hiding you both.
It's Cam. And properly drunk, too. Fuck.
“Dearest Cam. Will you be able to find your way out?”
“Hey, at least let me compliment our homeowner” he grins, his gaze finding yours. You just stare owlishly.
“Thanks, Cam” you manage before the air is promptly fucked right out of you, strong hands rooting you in place, keeping you immobile as Eddie continues that maddening pace, his annoyance sharpening it just a bit—a sharp press into that spot—
You bite your cheek. A slight pain. Barely a distraction. With a roll of his hips, he leaves you almost empty, wait, no—
Another sharp exhale against the back of your neck and he’s pressing into you again. It was building, even with Volt's touch drilled. Your jaw tightens but you manage a smile, gripping the edge of the table.
“You clean up nice, should do it more.”
Volt smiles. “On that we agree, friend. Will you make it to the kitchen safely?”
Why was he dragging it out? Static begins to fill your ears. Absolute insanity. You were going to come apart around Eddie's cock in public, in the bar, in front of—
All you have left is the ability to barely choke back the cries of Eddie's name that want out.
Footsteps, finally—
And Volt’s lips press to yours. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth and you let him in immediately, moaning into his mouth, muffled by the greedy kiss.
He parts from you, lips brushing.
“I was tempted to let it happen.”
Another kiss. His hands find your hips and lift you upwards, before letting you go, effectively letting gravity impale you. Both you and Eddie choke back a wanton sound. Volt grins wolfishly.
“Is anyone left?” you force out, hips shaking. “Volt?”
Eddie mouths at the back of your neck, shuddering when you begin to tighten around him on every press, every slide out.
“Volt, don't fuck around,” he chokes, grip on your hips probably bruising at this point.
“Hmm. Perhaps.” he purrs. Another kiss. Something frantic, heady wraps around your mind. Volt's thumb finds that spot again.
He begins to murmur against your lips. He's not even looking behind him. Your eyes try but all they get is a bright afterimage of Volt's luminous current.
“Eyes on me, live wire.”
His gaze catches yours. He leans back a touch, smile on his lips as his lashes lower and he just watches.
“What?” you return, strained, the focus on him a futile attempt at holding off the inevitable.
“You can't help it, can you?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip, the other circling where you need it most. “Going to come on his cock, right here, in the middle of our establishment?”
"I—"
Your eyes widen. He grasps your chin. “The highest of praise, I'd say” he whispers. His lips brush yours. “Well?”
A light current flows into you on the next press and upstroke of his thumb.
The climax strikes you like a whip, a full moment of tense quiet before it crests — you vice around Eddie, fail to hold back a startled gasp, a muffled, broken groan barely spilling out of the hungry kiss Volt claims you with.
Eddie goes rigid but can't help but follow, your walls milking his length, his head tipping back as one of his hands shoots to his mouth, shaking as he stifles himself as his hips chase the sensation, fucking both of you through it.
He slows and you quiet, hips shaking, a panting mess, collapsing backwards against Eddie's chest. Eddie shudders, tugging your skirt down in a feeble attempt at obscuring what had just happened, aftershocks rippling through your body at the mere brush of his fingers on your thigh as he does so.
Volt smiles.
Eddie scoffs.
“The bar is empty, isn't it?”
Volt hums softly.
“Maybe.”
It comes out all sing-song and infuriating. You groan, closing your eyes, willing your heart to slow.
Volt dips to kiss Eddie's cheek.
Despite the slight frown on his face, Eddie turns to catch it on his lips.
Volt proceeds to prove Eddie's point by standing up straight, showing no shame whatsoever at the clear bulge straining against his tight pants.
He stretches out. “Well, that was invigorating. Mind joining me upstairs?”
You and Eddie share a glance at Volt's vaguely threatening tone. Eddie smiles slightly, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah. Live wire?”
The look in Volt's eyes tells you that the evening most definitely isn't over.
But perhaps you could sacrifice Eddie to his wrath instead.
Once you steady your legs, of course.