I'm not mad about anything, Eddie. [He is very mad, actually. His tone though? Ice cold, pure calm. He holds Eddie very sweetly too; places a hand on the back of his head, cradles him tightly to his chest.
He gives House another glance, this one more an apology for what he is About To Witness. ] I'm just disappointed in you. That's all. [Ouch.]
[ Like any good audience to a soap opera or Jerry Springer special, House is ready to play along. He gives the adequate ooooooh of scandalised delight. Despite being both the cause of and solution to this entire situation, he's definitely enjoying this deeply embarassing little peek into the private lives of Hopper and Eddie.
The golf cart hums along, snapping branches under its wheels and scaring the life out of winter fattened squirrels as they start across the path. ]
I dunno, you still sound kind of mad, Hopper. [ He's not above contributing helpfully to this argument. ]
( if he could, eddie would smack house on the side for that one because it's not helping. he does snort though, beside himself, because the getaway cart driver is right and it would be goddamn hilarious if he weren't the one getting this talk in a decked out golf cart, speeding through the forest.
calm tone or not, hopper radiates anger and eddie's not exactly in the mood to soothe it with soft hands and a soft 'sorry, daddy' on his lips. he's actually pretty pissed about it, honestly. the halls of moria were quiet and now the balrog's rumbling up from the deep. )
No.( he hisses, tries to elbow hopper in the chest while he's at it. ) You passed on that already! We agreed I was fucking off! You don't get to be disappointed in anything, you asshole.
We're not discussing this in a goddamn golf cart. [Not all of it, anyway. He's got some principles left, okay! And some things you just don't talk about in a golf cart!
He shoots House a withering look; a real pathetic can you believe what I have to deal with kind of look. ] Can you go a little faster, he's starting to squirm.
[And sure, Jim's holding Eddie real tight, weighing down the worse of his wriggling and fighting, and his elbowing - but Hopper's got less meat on him, and those elbows are hitting bone, muscle. It hurts. ] Can you - stop, for Christ sake Eddie. Stay still.
[ Now he's been told to do it, House definitely isn't moving any faster. In fact, he slows down a little, just so he can watch the show. ]
You two argue like a married couple. Which is to say, boring. At least give me some details here. And breakfast, I'm pretty sure I asked for breakfast. You'd better not be sitting on it, Hop. [ He glances sideways at Hopper. ] Want me to reach into your pocket?
( eddie actually listens, by the grace of some diety he doesn't really worship. it's partially because the man asked and squirming isn't doing any of eddie's scars any favors, partially because he realizes that that's how he topples out and as much as he wants to get away from this shit show he doesn't want to end up bloodied on the road and then in the duchesses grasp.
he goes very still and tenses up when house calls them a married couple, rigid against hopper's chest. ) Jesus.
Jim-Dear here is mad about the orgy. ( maybe. that had hit a soft spot, apparently. eddie's more awake now then when he was dragged out of his warm bed, into the cold and into a golf card with house. the gears turn slowly; no one ever called eddie munson smart and he's an idiot when it comes to himself, honestly. BUT eventually, he glances over his shoulder at the getaway driver and back at hopper. ) Are you jealous?
No, [he says, like a liar. Then he pointedly nods to House, adds: ] There’s bread and something that looked like cheese in a napkin. Just reach in.
[To his pocket. To Eddie, he says, flatly:] I’m disappointed because I thought we were pretty clear about your pursuits.
[Did he not say old men shouldn’t be on your radar? Ahem. ] And you should know better, doc. What about this idiot here screams capable of making sound decisions?
[ With food on the line, House for once does as directed. He shoves his hand in the vague direction of Jim's jacket pocket without looking around, shamelessly feeling around between Jim's warm body and Eddie's bare ass until he produces a slightly squashed chunk of bread. ]
You didn't seem too unhappy with his decision making qualities last night. [ He points that out around a mouthful of bread. ] But I wasn't aware he was spoken for.
We were clear that I wasn't going to pursue you. ( which is probably a weird agreement to seal with a blowjob that made him feel like he was floating, but who was in their right mind the night before.
they do sound like a bickering married couple, actually. it's annoying that house is right. eddie thinks it as a hand needlessly brushes up against his ass within the folds of the blanket he's wrapped in.
[He opens his mouth to try for calm; for reasonable. Instead, he snaps: ] Eddie.
[A warning. He's not even sure why; why he's jealous, like he's 18 all over again watching Joyce get with Lonnie Byers while Jim shipped off to Vietnam. It's stupid. He's - ] I'm too goddamn old for this. [It's under his breath. ]
[ It's making House's entire day, is what it is. He's not even mad that he's out here driving an open air golf cart through a freezing forest rather than snuggled up in bed with two hotties. ]
Oh, you two! [ He rolls his eyes, comedically exasperated, and grins. ] The key to a successful marriage is compromise. You just have to learn to compromise about how much dick is allowed down Eddie's throat -- hang on!
[ They've reached the turn for Hopper's cabin; House swings the golf cart around to the right, crunching over dead branches and frosted earth. ]
We’re divorced, so I wasn’t stepping out. ( if house isn’t going to give up the marriage bit, eddie is going to play into it. ) The goodbye blowjob was the compromise.
So I can blow, fuck, or trade spit with who ever I want. I don’t have a husband or a Daddy. ( then again, he’d probably do the same thing even if he did. his own personal moral code doesn’t preclude it and eddie’s always been terrible with rules he thinks are stupid or arbitrary.
he lets a huff out at being talked over, feels like a some young bride or little kid overshadowed by the men talking, is focused on that so he doesn’t hold on or brace well at all and ends up leaning back into houses’s chest with his ass in hopper’s lap when the cart finally comes to a stop. he grins in at house, like a mischievous little puppy, as soon as the idea flashes through his mind.
he can make out with who he wants. ) Hey, I didn’t get to say hello properly earlier.
( he means in for that quick, cheeky little display of a good morning kiss. )
[He's mortified. He's going to combust on the spot. He's in a cold sweat, he's going to lose his goddamn mind. He doesn't even really think about it; he sort of just reaches out to haul Eddie by the blanket, hand grasping the back of his neck in the closest thing to a scruff he can manage. He hauls him back, and then out of the cart. He hauls him straight up to the cabin, pauses, says: ]
I got some kind of tea on the stove and some meat if you're still hungry. [To House.
To Eddie, he says: ] Now is not the goddamn time to test my patience, Eddie. Get inside.
[ The kiss might be quick, but House is prepared to go for it. He leans in for as long as he's got, parting with a big hearty snack of his lips, showing off for Hopper. Who provides exactly the kind of response he'd expected -- though House is surprised to get an invite inside, when he'd been expecting to be told to fuck kindly off.
While they get themselves together, House kills the cart's engine and climbs out, fetching his cane from a handy clip on the side intended for golf clubs. He makes his way towards the cabin in Hopper and Eddie's wake. He's not particularly hungry but he's also not going to turn down free food when it's offered, not to mention a chance to meddle further in this unfolding drama. ]
Home sweet shack! [ He follows the two of them inside, still talking. ] If you want your child bride's pretty toes to stay on, Hopper, you're going to need to find him some clothes. Not to mention other equally pretty body parts.
( the kiss is nice, though dramatic. not like the kisses from the night before which were a little more desperate on eddie's end, a little more sultry after some alcohol and whatever else was in the food. he likes kissing house, actually, has kissed him more times than he's kissed hopper. actually, now that he's thinking about it, he kissed house first.
eddie groans as he's scruffed, pulled by the back of his neck. it shouldn't do things to him, shouldn't do things to him in front of house, but eddie knows the audience pings a part of his brain that gets hot for it. he groans. ) Just admit you're jealous!
( he would make a run for it, he would, but his feet are freezing on the near-frozen ground and he wants to get inside. probably to the surprise of everyone in the small shack, he doesn't try to twist away from hopper when inside. ) Clothes would be great, yeah, or leave me by the fire to defrost a bit after I take a leak.
I won't run. ( but he wants to actually take a leak and also brush his teeth; hopper dragged him out of bed and he hasn't done either, still has last night's festivities on his tongue. )
[He nods, vaguely left. ] Bathrooms down there, next to the guest room. Go further back after that and take whatever you want from my clothes.
[Some of it won’t fit, but there’s something close to socks, shirts, layers. While he’s gone, he lights the inside fire, shoves a pot of water over the hearth and sits his ass down at one of the little stools he’s been using mostly outside. There’s a bigger chair close to the fire, for House, seemingly stripped down to be re-upholstered.
When it’s just the two of them, he sighs, says, defeated:] I’m losing my mind. Gotta be. Pass me some of that cheese.
[ House helps himself to the better chair, used to making his way around the little cabin by now, and sets his cane down on the floor. If there's something nearby -- hearthstone, crate -- he'll put his feet up on it. He investigates the remnants of his breakfast sandwich, takes out a chunk of cheese and tosses it in Hopper's direction. ]
Exactly. I’m going insane. It’s the only explanation.
[He sounds utterly resigned to the fact. Chews the cheese like he’s already accepted his fate. ] I wasn’t - [He starts, but it’s a lie. House knows it’s a lie. Jim knows it’s a lie. Eddie, wherever he is in the cabin, knows it’s a filthy lie.
He wets his lips. Starts again. ] I don’t know why I’m jealous. [He’s lowered his voice a touch. ] I don’t know why I can’t let whatever the hell this is go?
[He’s not sure he wants advice; not sure he should even ask. Still, he continues: ] I thought - he and Billy, they’re my responsibility because I’m the only other person they have from home. I should be looking out for them. Keeping them out of trouble. I shouldn’t be letting them - act. This way. I sure as hell shouldn’t be instigating it, they’re just kids.
[ As much as House doesn't want to give Hopper relationship advice, he's also been going cold turkey on his soap operas for the last six months and he's desperate for any form of entertainment he can get. So he leans back in his chair and chews thoughtfully on the dark sour bread from the boarding house kitchen. ]
Sure, telling kids what they can and can't do always works out great. Especially when they're a pack of little rascals like yours. It's not a matter of "letting" them do anything. They're going to do what they want. All you can do is.. [ He pauses, shrugs. ] Try to enjoy it a little?
It's not that simple. [He wishes it were that simple, really. He wishes it were that easy. ]
I went to high school with Eddie's dad. I saw him - I saw him as a kid, some Thanks Giving's. [There's a boundary, he means, that he shouldn't be crossing. Shouldn't have crossed. ] They wouldn't look twice, back home. I can't make it make sense.
[ In some ways, Jim has a point, and House is somewhat sympathetic to it. But that doesn't mean he's not going to roll his eyes over it. ]
Don't be an idiot, Jim. Sex doesn't make sense. When you're getting laid, you don't do your thinking with your big brain. Besides, I think Eddie is capable of making his own decisions. Isn't that right, Eddie?
[ He tips his head back in the chair so he can peer back over it towards the bedroom, where he's pretty sure they're being overheard. ]
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( eddie’s been listening for a while, leaning against the wall in the bedroom by the doorway. he’s brushed his teeth with jim’s toothbrush, taken that leak and layered enough of jim’s shirts to make up for that there was no hope of making any of his pants work on top of the underwear he’s finally wearing to keep his junk warm.
he’s got his arms crossed as he rounds the corner, caught like a naughty child, but watching jim curiously. he makes his way over, knocks house’s arm off of the armchair’s if he’s resting it there and perches, doesn't slip into his lap because he thinks that'll hit the same nerve as before and he's not feeling like going for the gut anymore. ) I did. Look. But I was smart enough to know the price of getting caught looking once or twice in church-going Hawkins, Indiana when people are dying for that.
( eddie couldn't scrape his way out of high school but he's not that much of a goddamn idiot; he didn't actually have a death-wish. )
I’m not a kid who can’t make his own choices, either, Hop. ( he wishes it didn’t take house saying it to make that clear. ) So are we going to do anything about it or should I proposition House with more than a blowjob for a ride back to my own bed?
( jim hopper is having a crisis but eddie's tired and he can't do this song and dance again if it's going to end in another 'we can't do this again, eddie.' he doesn't need a daddy that takes a page out of the al munson playbook and shows up when has finally, finally recovered from the last bait-and-switch. )
[The twist of his mouth is pathetic. He's aware of this, can't sum up the energy to keep his face neutral. House makes it sound so easy; Eddie makes it sound so easy. Like Jim isn't tearing up his own inside over it, like he hasn't been laying awake night after night thinking about his sins. He slips his hands over his face, leans forward into his knees for a long beat. ]
Don't. [This comes first, then he straightens, let's a soft, defeated sigh. ] Just - just come here. [His thighs go a little flatter, wider. He holds out a hand, glances briefly to House, like -
( eddie watches jim's face for a moment, looks at his hand with sudden suspicion that he can't quite keep off his face. the mask of ease and confidence slips, for a moment, before it's back and he's taking jim's hand.
there are things he wants to say but house is here so he doesn't. instead he slides into jim's lap, legs thrown over his thighs. the physical part of it is easier. sex is easy, no need to think about it just like house said.
he lets go of jim's hand, brings both to cup his jaw and leans in close so his breath ghosts over jim's lips but he's not the one that has to make the move here. he's not going to do it first after all that, is selfish enough to make jim do it. ) I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either.
[His forehead knocks against Eddie's. The problem - the real problem - with Jim, is that he's never been great with impulse control. He's never been restrained, really. Even in 'Nam, even after. He's always been chasing what he wants, always been a little selfish. When he opens his eyes, he meets House's, holds his gaze just long enough to make his choice.
In the end, it's surprisingly easy. Everything, really, is a consequence of circumstance. If he reaches really hard for an excuse, Eddie needs him. He reaches harder for the truth, he likes being wanted. He likes that Eddie came to him, trusted him, let Jim look after him. If he looks deeper than that, he just wants. He's allowed to want, isn't he? He's allowed to feel.
A hand slips to Eddie's ass, palming the curve of it, pulling Eddie closer. When he tilts his chin back up, he breaks his gaze with House; he catches Eddie's mouth with his own and kisses sweet, first. Not chaste; he chases it with his tongue, fingers linked with Eddie's, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. When he breaks, he murmurs between them, like a disappointed sigh: ] Sure. I was jealous.
[He glances to House again, wets his lips. ] That's what you wanted though, right?
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He gives House another glance, this one more an apology for what he is About To Witness. ] I'm just disappointed in you. That's all. [Ouch.]
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The golf cart hums along, snapping branches under its wheels and scaring the life out of winter fattened squirrels as they start across the path. ]
I dunno, you still sound kind of mad, Hopper. [ He's not above contributing helpfully to this argument. ]
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calm tone or not, hopper radiates anger and eddie's not exactly in the mood to soothe it with soft hands and a soft 'sorry, daddy' on his lips. he's actually pretty pissed about it, honestly. the halls of moria were quiet and now the balrog's rumbling up from the deep. )
No. ( he hisses, tries to elbow hopper in the chest while he's at it. ) You passed on that already! We agreed I was fucking off! You don't get to be disappointed in anything, you asshole.
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He shoots House a withering look; a real pathetic can you believe what I have to deal with kind of look. ] Can you go a little faster, he's starting to squirm.
[And sure, Jim's holding Eddie real tight, weighing down the worse of his wriggling and fighting, and his elbowing - but Hopper's got less meat on him, and those elbows are hitting bone, muscle. It hurts. ] Can you - stop, for Christ sake Eddie. Stay still.
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You two argue like a married couple. Which is to say, boring. At least give me some details here. And breakfast, I'm pretty sure I asked for breakfast. You'd better not be sitting on it, Hop. [ He glances sideways at Hopper. ] Want me to reach into your pocket?
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he goes very still and tenses up when house calls them a married couple, rigid against hopper's chest. ) Jesus.
Jim-Dear here is mad about the orgy. ( maybe. that had hit a soft spot, apparently. eddie's more awake now then when he was dragged out of his warm bed, into the cold and into a golf card with house. the gears turn slowly; no one ever called eddie munson smart and he's an idiot when it comes to himself, honestly. BUT eventually, he glances over his shoulder at the getaway driver and back at hopper. ) Are you jealous?
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[To his pocket. To Eddie, he says, flatly:] I’m disappointed because I thought we were pretty clear about your pursuits.
[Did he not say old men shouldn’t be on your radar? Ahem. ] And you should know better, doc. What about this idiot here screams capable of making sound decisions?
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You didn't seem too unhappy with his decision making qualities last night. [ He points that out around a mouthful of bread. ] But I wasn't aware he was spoken for.
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they do sound like a bickering married couple, actually. it's annoying that house is right. eddie thinks it as a hand needlessly brushes up against his ass within the folds of the blanket he's wrapped in.
he shoots back at house-- ) I'm not spoken for.
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[A warning. He's not even sure why; why he's jealous, like he's 18 all over again watching Joyce get with Lonnie Byers while Jim shipped off to Vietnam. It's stupid. He's - ] I'm too goddamn old for this. [It's under his breath. ]
It's complicated.
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Oh, you two! [ He rolls his eyes, comedically exasperated, and grins. ] The key to a successful marriage is compromise. You just have to learn to compromise about how much dick is allowed down Eddie's throat -- hang on!
[ They've reached the turn for Hopper's cabin; House swings the golf cart around to the right, crunching over dead branches and frosted earth. ]
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So I can blow, fuck, or trade spit with who ever I want. I don’t have a husband or a Daddy. ( then again, he’d probably do the same thing even if he did. his own personal moral code doesn’t preclude it and eddie’s always been terrible with rules he thinks are stupid or arbitrary.
he lets a huff out at being talked over, feels like a some young bride or little kid overshadowed by the men talking, is focused on that so he doesn’t hold on or brace well at all and ends up leaning back into houses’s chest with his ass in hopper’s lap when the cart finally comes to a stop. he grins in at house, like a mischievous little puppy, as soon as the idea flashes through his mind.
he can make out with who he wants. ) Hey, I didn’t get to say hello properly earlier.
( he means in for that quick, cheeky little display of a good morning kiss. )
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I got some kind of tea on the stove and some meat if you're still hungry. [To House.
To Eddie, he says: ] Now is not the goddamn time to test my patience, Eddie. Get inside.
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While they get themselves together, House kills the cart's engine and climbs out, fetching his cane from a handy clip on the side intended for golf clubs. He makes his way towards the cabin in Hopper and Eddie's wake. He's not particularly hungry but he's also not going to turn down free food when it's offered, not to mention a chance to meddle further in this unfolding drama. ]
Home sweet shack! [ He follows the two of them inside, still talking. ] If you want your child bride's pretty toes to stay on, Hopper, you're going to need to find him some clothes. Not to mention other equally pretty body parts.
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eddie groans as he's scruffed, pulled by the back of his neck. it shouldn't do things to him, shouldn't do things to him in front of house, but eddie knows the audience pings a part of his brain that gets hot for it. he groans. ) Just admit you're jealous!
( he would make a run for it, he would, but his feet are freezing on the near-frozen ground and he wants to get inside. probably to the surprise of everyone in the small shack, he doesn't try to twist away from hopper when inside. ) Clothes would be great, yeah, or leave me by the fire to defrost a bit after I take a leak.
I won't run. ( but he wants to actually take a leak and also brush his teeth; hopper dragged him out of bed and he hasn't done either, still has last night's festivities on his tongue. )
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[Some of it won’t fit, but there’s something close to socks, shirts, layers. While he’s gone, he lights the inside fire, shoves a pot of water over the hearth and sits his ass down at one of the little stools he’s been using mostly outside. There’s a bigger chair close to the fire, for House, seemingly stripped down to be re-upholstered.
When it’s just the two of them, he sighs, says, defeated:] I’m losing my mind. Gotta be. Pass me some of that cheese.
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[ House helps himself to the better chair, used to making his way around the little cabin by now, and sets his cane down on the floor. If there's something nearby -- hearthstone, crate -- he'll put his feet up on it. He investigates the remnants of his breakfast sandwich, takes out a chunk of cheese and tosses it in Hopper's direction. ]
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[He sounds utterly resigned to the fact. Chews the cheese like he’s already accepted his fate. ] I wasn’t - [He starts, but it’s a lie. House knows it’s a lie. Jim knows it’s a lie. Eddie, wherever he is in the cabin, knows it’s a filthy lie.
He wets his lips. Starts again. ] I don’t know why I’m jealous. [He’s lowered his voice a touch. ] I don’t know why I can’t let whatever the hell this is go?
[He’s not sure he wants advice; not sure he should even ask. Still, he continues: ] I thought - he and Billy, they’re my responsibility because I’m the only other person they have from home. I should be looking out for them. Keeping them out of trouble. I shouldn’t be letting them - act. This way. I sure as hell shouldn’t be instigating it, they’re just kids.
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Sure, telling kids what they can and can't do always works out great. Especially when they're a pack of little rascals like yours. It's not a matter of "letting" them do anything. They're going to do what they want. All you can do is.. [ He pauses, shrugs. ] Try to enjoy it a little?
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I went to high school with Eddie's dad. I saw him - I saw him as a kid, some Thanks Giving's. [There's a boundary, he means, that he shouldn't be crossing. Shouldn't have crossed. ] They wouldn't look twice, back home. I can't make it make sense.
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Don't be an idiot, Jim. Sex doesn't make sense. When you're getting laid, you don't do your thinking with your big brain. Besides, I think Eddie is capable of making his own decisions. Isn't that right, Eddie?
[ He tips his head back in the chair so he can peer back over it towards the bedroom, where he's pretty sure they're being overheard. ]
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he’s got his arms crossed as he rounds the corner, caught like a naughty child, but watching jim curiously. he makes his way over, knocks house’s arm off of the armchair’s if he’s resting it there and perches, doesn't slip into his lap because he thinks that'll hit the same nerve as before and he's not feeling like going for the gut anymore. ) I did. Look. But I was smart enough to know the price of getting caught looking once or twice in church-going Hawkins, Indiana when people are dying for that.
( eddie couldn't scrape his way out of high school but he's not that much of a goddamn idiot; he didn't actually have a death-wish. )
I’m not a kid who can’t make his own choices, either, Hop. ( he wishes it didn’t take house saying it to make that clear. ) So are we going to do anything about it or should I proposition House with more than a blowjob for a ride back to my own bed?
( jim hopper is having a crisis but eddie's tired and he can't do this song and dance again if it's going to end in another 'we can't do this again, eddie.' he doesn't need a daddy that takes a page out of the al munson playbook and shows up when has finally, finally recovered from the last bait-and-switch. )
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Don't. [This comes first, then he straightens, let's a soft, defeated sigh. ] Just - just come here. [His thighs go a little flatter, wider. He holds out a hand, glances briefly to House, like -
Like it'll give him reassurance. ]
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there are things he wants to say but house is here so he doesn't. instead he slides into jim's lap, legs thrown over his thighs. the physical part of it is easier. sex is easy, no need to think about it just like house said.
he lets go of jim's hand, brings both to cup his jaw and leans in close so his breath ghosts over jim's lips but he's not the one that has to make the move here. he's not going to do it first after all that, is selfish enough to make jim do it. ) I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either.
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In the end, it's surprisingly easy. Everything, really, is a consequence of circumstance. If he reaches really hard for an excuse, Eddie needs him. He reaches harder for the truth, he likes being wanted. He likes that Eddie came to him, trusted him, let Jim look after him. If he looks deeper than that, he just wants. He's allowed to want, isn't he? He's allowed to feel.
A hand slips to Eddie's ass, palming the curve of it, pulling Eddie closer. When he tilts his chin back up, he breaks his gaze with House; he catches Eddie's mouth with his own and kisses sweet, first. Not chaste; he chases it with his tongue, fingers linked with Eddie's, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. When he breaks, he murmurs between them, like a disappointed sigh: ] Sure. I was jealous.
[He glances to House again, wets his lips. ] That's what you wanted though, right?
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