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<credit to @noideamyguy for all graphics>
favorite dudes : eddie vedder, taylor hawkins, dave mustcomplain, cliff burton, krist novoselic, izzy stradlin, jerry cantrell
bands i like : pearl jam, soundgarden, foo fighters, alice in chains, , guns n roses, megadeth, metallica, nirvana, scorpions, the police, depeche mode, mother love bone, temple of the dog, mad season, audioslave, mudhoney, return to dust
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#yap - methinks things
wrote this maybe under 20 minutes. i miss my boys sm. not porn surprisingly, but some real soft vednell.
chris managing to get eddie to spend the night with him after making out most of the time they were hanging out.
eddie, being roommates with stone, pulls away to call him up to tell stone to go ahead and lock the door since he won't be back that night, chris patiently waiting for eddie to finish his call.
once he hangs up the phone on the wall, chris asks from a spot in the room, still close: "all good?"
eddie turns towards chris, murmuring "i guess i'm yours for tonight."
chris nods, understanding the weight of what's held in both of their future now. he walks over to eddie and takes his hand, bringing it up to his lips before gently kissing the scarred knuckles of eddie.
eddie goes pink, despite the gesture feeling great in the moment, it still threw him through a loop. "you always get this chival when someone stays?" he asked, fingers twitching when chris' facial hair prickled at his skin. he felt chris smile against his skin, then peck his hand again before raising his head up. "no," he admits. "but, i've never had someone i really like stay over before."
chris squeezes eddie's hand, rubbing his thumb against his knuckles for a second before adding: "you're not just someone, ed."
eddie wets his lips, lips pursing as he squints at the taller vocalist for a second. he blinks. "then who am i , chris?" his voice is low, a bit vulnerable when he sees the slight tension in chris' shoulders.
chris noticably swallows, his jaw tensing being a little at unease being under eddie's gaze. "i think you already know who you are to me," he responds, his choice of words careful as he speaks to eddie softly.
" It was shot August 28th, 1991 in Seattle at the Last Lollapalooza from the first tour. Eddie, Beth and I went to the show together. Got drunk and had fun. I took Eddie backstage and introduced him to all the bands. Pearl Jam was just getting started and nobody knew who they were. It was a lot of fun. " — Chris Cuffaro