One significant thing that makes me admire Mark’s acting, is the fact that characters like Damien and Actor look different.
And I don’t mean it just by their outfits. Despite their identical faces, they look different!! Their face expressions are not the same, their whole charisma, their body language… All of these make two characters who are identical in looks, played by the same guy, actually look different when you get to know them.
Also, THEIR VOICES! They both sound like Mark. Clearly. But the Damien voice is nowhere near the Actor voice, and even farther away from irl Mark’s natural voice. That’s a peak acting attribute right here.
(Same goes for all of the egos actually, especially Wilford looks different from everyone else, and that is definitely not just because of the mustache.)
Summary: It’s so hard when all that love you were getting slowly disappears without a reason, you start to question if it’s your fault, until you get a surprise visit.
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It has been about ten months after all the objects were realized and moved out, everything had started to calm down as everyone began to get swept away by their own lives. Sure some of them had been coming by to visit, to catch up, get dinner, or even to spend more time in bed; however, with time came less and less visits. Now it had been almost two months since you had seen anyone, and a couple days since you had a conversation that was more than pleasantries. You were starting to wonder if it had been a dream or if you were just destined to be alone like this, if you deserved anything more.
Even now, you still have your memories of time with the objects that you replay over and over in hopes of ridding yourself of the loneliness that consumes you. They flood your brain when you lay in bed to sleep at night and soon enough your brain begins to pick them apart for something you could have done wrong wanting to find a reason for the silence. Even if some still texted or called you it was certainly different than the fond hugs, kisses, and banter you would have with them before. Your brain would run away with fear at night while you struggled to sleep thinking of the moments you missed.
Over the next week you could feel yourself lose control of your life, as you started obsessing over responding properly and picking apart the few conversations or calls you would get. You started eating less, skipping out on water and showers, and slowly, as you slipped further into your head, you started sleeping through the day and staying up all night. Your schedule shift only made your longing worse as you missed the short windows when you could talk to your lovers and friends. You wondered if their lives are better, now that they can’t talk to you as much. What if they don’t love me? What if they have only been talking to me because they felt like they owed me for giving them their freedom? What if I never hear from them again?
This late night was especially hard as you tried to fight the anxieties and the aching pain in your chest. Your hands cover your face as you feel hot tears start to bubble up. You rub at your eyes to push away the burning and slowly let out a quiet scream of frustration. Your hands pull down at your cheeks and your eyes wander to the cat clock on your dresser, 2:30am. You bite your lip hard as you try to push away the sadness in your chest, giving another stressed scream. You grab and turn to your phone that had been sitting on your nightstand, gently pressing the button to turn on the bright screen and unlock it. You blink rapidly at your phone as your eyes adjust and you open a mindless block puzzle game, hoping to be able to drown out the breakdown that threatens to take over your mind. As you play your mind drifts to a blank space of tense air, the names of colors and numbers just bouncing around your head as you play your game.
Almost an hour goes by in this oasis of light and numb silence before your game is interrupted by a phone call. An unknown number flashes across your screen. You quickly swipe away the call screen to go back to your game; however, now your concentration has been broken and your mind drifts back to thoughts of calls you miss having until late with Barry, Tony, or Jean Loo. Ones that were about nothing, yet felt like everything. You try to focus on the colors and numbers again, but your mind drifts and you swipe up, closing the game and viewing the home page. You hesitantly twirl your thumbs around each other as you think, your eyes glued to your messages app. There is no point. You have no new messages, why open it? You can’t text anyone now anyways it's way too late. You finally press it and look through your recent message logs.
You had a good portion of the object’s numbers but not all of them- maybe about half or so. You think about the ones you might not have as you scroll through the conversations that you do, hoping that you could find some way to reach out just one of them. As you search you feel that knot in your chest that threatens to pull out that lonely sob and call out the stinging, salty tears. You bite your lip again before it can start quivering as the call screen displays again, the same number as before. You twiddle your thumbs again as you watch the phone ring. The screen soon disappears and you open your call logs to look at the number that has rung you twice now. Looking back at your call log, it had been a couple days since your last call to anyone. You sigh and swipe away the call log again, staring at your home screen, you think about what to do to distract you from this loneliness and the rotten feeling in your stomach. You feel so cold, you miss the warmth of your friends and lovers. The energy in the house now was barely more than a dry hum from the AC unit or the sudden clanging of the fridge’s ice maker dropping ice..
You sigh heavily as you pull yourself out of the bed, setting your phone down on the nightstand. Feeling nothing more than the need to move right now, you walk to your bedroom door. You think of your flirtatious conversations with Hector at the vent in your room, how the Hanks would jostle each other in your closet, how you hoped Stella found a good stable job. You poke your head into the office and smile to yourself sadly as you think of playing a game with Chance, or writing with Lyric and Mac. You keep your dazed walking pace, finding all the little ways you’re reminded of everyone. You even somehow felt like having Lux of all people around wouldn’t be as bad as how you felt now.
You hug yourself as you trudge around, that tightness in your chest twisting and turning as you walk around the quiet dark house, lit only by a soft glow of the moon. You cry, feeling the tears that drip down your face flow endlessly as the dull burn in your chest grabs at your lungs and makes breathing increasingly hard. You soon start sobbing quietly, muffling it into your hand as you walk into the living room. You gently sit on the couch that now feels cold, lacking the warm company of Koa. You softly whimper “I miss you all so much…” as you lay yourself out on the couch and cry until you fall asleep.
The next day you wake up around 10 am, the sun shining on your face through the bay window. You rub your puffy eyes and sniffle softly as you wake yourself up. You look around the living room, stretching and sitting up. It was peaceful, as if a storm had just passed. That was until you began to stare off out of the window at the plants and people outside. The peace that the world had outside of your house, a place that felt so different, so unreachable, and so slowly that dread of being awake starts to roll over you. Your moment of a tranquil morning slowly becomes overcast by your anxieties and depression. You curl in on yourself as you fall back into a laying position on the couch, it was much less effort to simply just lay there. You just stare towards your tv and try to numbly list off your tasks that you need to do today.
Maybe I should clean my room… and start some laundry? I haven’t brushed my teeth… It's been a while since I showered… Barry and Johnny would be so hurt if they knew I hadn’t bothered… Maybe I could eat? I don’t know what to eat though… Freddy and Mitchell were always so good at helping me find something… I haven’t done dishes either… What if Daisuke found out? He would probably be disgusted…
You shift and sit up a bit looking around for your phone. Remembering you had left it on the night stand causes an irritated groan to roll out of you in a heavy warm breath as you plop back down onto your stomach on the couch. You kick your feet angrily a couple times like a toddler in a fit before you calm down. It seems like you’ll have to get up now. You look at the weaving of the cushion you laid on and drop your head down into your crossed arms muttering a soft apology to Koa for kicking at him before you slowly sit up and stretch again. You stand and shuffle your way up the stairs and to your room.
You glance at your phone on the night stand as you yawn. Your hand covers your mouth and pushes the warm breath back towards you. You smell the dry nasty breath that rolled over your face and you groan in disgust, and annoyance. I don’t want to deal with that right now… you think, but as you argue with yourself Barry’s concerned face flashes in your head. You puff out an irritated grumble about how you should deal with it since you’re up out of bed for once.
You walk into your bathroom and start the motions of brushing your teeth. You look at yourself in the mirror for just a bit, that familiar darkness crawling up your back. You look away ignoring it and focus back on your toothbrush. You wet it and put the paste on and start brushing, turning your back to the mirror as you brushed quietly. You glared at the wall above the claw foot tub, fighting the urge to inspect your body, a reason you never really liked going into the bathroom, especially when everything else was hard enough. Your eyes would be spotting all of your pimples, and begin picking till there's new scars, judging all of your stretch marks, how crooked your teeth were, the large pores and freckles that speckled your cheeks and nose, and how greasy your hair looked.
However, Barry’s voice cooed in your mind “Self care is more important than anything- it could change your day, even if it's only for a few hours!”
You felt your guilt of not bathing, the grossness that seemed to pile on your skin like a thick dust. You look down at your clothes that were food stained and smelled like rotten sweat. You turned back to the sink to spit out the frothy toothpaste. You started to rinse your toothbrush, looking up to the mirror: your face had a few angry pimples and your nose, chin, and forehead were shiny with grease. Your eyes had dark bags and were pink and swollen from crying. Your hair was on the verge of matting from the lack of brushing. You could see the outline of your stomach and muffin top in the shorts you are wearing. Your eyes scan over the large chest that sat on you unable to be hidden by the large shirt you wore. You looked awful, and you could feel the bubbling self hatred start to fume and boil.
I’m so filthy and gross. I must stink, what if I smell like piss and shit too? Why can’t I just be normal and shower and brush my hair? Your hands grab your stomach, feeling the depth of how your stomach sat in your hand. Has it gotten bigger? Your hands wander your body, finding every red spot, every scar, every unflattering angle.
Your eyes linger on your chest, and your wide hips, the way you just couldn’t be anything other than feminine. You wished you could be more like Amir or Dunk, or even Cam. You wish you could feel more attractive as a man, than you appear as a woman. You pushed your chest back, trying to find a point flat enough to convince yourself you’re the you in your head. The guy who had a pretty face, his hair was nice, and he didn't look a bit like you currently did. You hate looking in the mirror and seeing someone else, so you turn away from the mirror as you try to control yourself. Every inch of you was so foreign, so unattractive, So… gross… Your mind shuffles through it all again as your eyes land on the tub. You sigh, pushing through that dark fog as you step forward, turning on the tub to warm up the water before leaving the bathroom to grab some new clothes and a towel.
When you're ready you shut off the bathroom lights and leave the two doors on either side of the room open to let in the light from the windows in the other rooms. You had grabbed your phone to play some music or watch something while you bathed. Opening it you notice two things, that you have to charge it after you are done in the bathroom, and you have two more missed calls from that same number that had called you the night before. You hum softly as you check when the last one was. It had been around when you woke up, 10:22 AM. You check the time on your phone again, 11:36 AM. It's been too long to consider calling them back; besides, you were about to take a bath. A soft sigh escapes you, “They’re really persistent - but they can’t just leave a message? Or text?” you think out loud before going to your music app and putting on a random playlist.
You carefully undress and slip into the tub, you bring your hairbrush with you so you can start brushing your hair once you settle into the tub. You try to focus your mind on the music rather than all of the negative thoughts your mind wants to feed you while you brush your hair. It takes a while and strains your weakened shoulder muscles, but once it is all brushed through you sink into the water and let it all envelop you in its heavy, warm pressure and muted sounds. You feel so almost weightless, the negativity seeming to slowly peel off of you like chipped paint.
You let out all your air before pushing yourself up out of the water. It laps against the side of the tub, threatening to splash out over the edges as you wipe at your eyes and push the hair out of your face. You listen to the sound of the water splashing softly against your movements and the even softer music that plays from your phone. You sink back till your nose is just above the water and blow some bubbles, feeling a small wave of joy spring from you as the bubbles pop in your eyes and the tension in your shoulders fades. You smile softly as you sit up and lean back against the tub, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. You sit in the tub, forcing yourself to focus on either your breathing or the music every time you feel that knot in your chest, or that boiling negativity trying to worm its way back into your brain. Barry needs me to do this. You try to convince yourself even if it feels like a half hearted plea to an empty lonely room.
You look down to your distorted body in the water, your hand slipping to cup the fat that hangs off your stomach again. You felt your chest pang as you felt it. I hate it so much… maybe they did too… You bite your lip as that twisting in your chest gets more and more painful. Am I too annoying and too fat and too ugly and too stinky and gross…?
You feel tears start to sting your eyes again, your arms wrapping around your chest as you softly whimper, letting yourself cry softly as these words pour from your lips. “They are all so much better off without this annoying, ugly idiot bothering them…” You hang your head into your hands as tears drip and join with the water that surrounds you. You let yourself sob as you mourn what could be the quiet end of so many relationships that might have meant far more to you than they did to the others.
You sobbed loudly as you once again felt as if you had put all this effort and hope into a dark trap that was meant to leave you abandoned and lost eventually. You had made sure to be at arms length for so long just to avoid this pit of sudden nothingness, but when you got the dateviators your fear of abandonment had subsided and been almost completely forgotten. You let yourself get attached far more than you should have, with promises of a feigned forever, only to find yourself curled up in your bathtub alone. Why did I think anything would be different? Why did I think that I wouldn’t be alone again?
You sit in the tub and let yourself cry until the water starts to turn cold and you feel more gross sitting in the tub than you did before getting in. You calm yourself, forcing yourself to take deep breaths before pulling yourself out of the tub and grabbing your towel. You drain the tub before grabbing your new clothes and bringing them to the bathroom downstairs where you quickly give yourself a proper clean and get dressed. Once you’re dressed in your t-shirt and soft spandex shorts, you look at your splotched red and puffy eyed self in the slightly fogged mirror. You felt that frustration and anger start crawling up through your chest. Why would anyone have liked your sensitive ass?
You turn and leave the bathroom and go to head up the stairs, but movement outside your door catches your eye. You see someone walking up your steps, the sight freezing you in place. You see a face peak through the side window as there's a tentative knock on the door. You recognize that face as its eyes land on you and light up happily. You stare like a deer caught in head lights as Amir grins at you. You could see him say something but your ears rang with the sound of your heart pounding loud enough to drown him out. His face slowly morphed into concern as you stood frozen, your hand gripping the railing of the stairs until your knuckles turned white, your body wanting to run and hide, but your heart begging to run to him, and feel his warmth.
As if he could read your conflicted mind Amir pouts softly before stepping away. You could see him looking around the porch for the spare key all the objects knew sat out there. Finally you felt your feet move, but instead of it being towards the door like your heart craved, it was away, up the stairs quickly and swiftly to your room. You hear the door open as Amir calls, “Azizam!” He shuts the door behind him and kicks off his shoes as he watches you shut your door behind you. You can hear him rush up the stairs as you clamber into your bed and dive hiding under the blankets on the side farther from the door. Your heart pounds heavily against your chest as you hear the door slowly creek open. “Azizam…” Amir says softly as he looks hurt at your hidden mound on the bed. “My dear, what is wrong!?” he asks softly as he approaches you. “You haven’t been answering my calls- I didn’t mean to surprise you! I tried to let you know I was coming to visit since I got some time off” his voice was soft and talked slowly. “Please… my love… I have missed you…”
You could only whine in response as you fought back more tears, biting at your cheeks and gripping at your shirt where you felt a twisting pain in your chest. Amir sits on the edge of your bed and quietly waits for you to respond to him. Soon enough you croak out a frustrated “Why would anyone want to be here… You all finally got free of having to be with me… and I just… ruin everything” your voice goes quieter as you talk, slowly lowering the blanket from your face. You pull yourself up into a smaller corner of the bed away from Amir, hugging yourself and looking away towards the mirror on the dresser, your eyes watching him as he watches you. His shoulders slump as you continue “Why would you waste time and money to see me… you don’t owe me anything you know…” grabbing one of your pillows you hide your face, sobbing quietly.
Amir is stunned, he looks you over, you're freshly showered so he can’t see the sadness that had wrapped you for days, but as his eyes travel around the messy room, covered in various piles of dishes, drink bottles, snack trash, discarded hobbies, dirty clothes, and the thick layer of dust on your dresser. He looks back at you through the mirror you had been peering through moments before. “None of that is how I feel about you, Omri… I have been dreaming of getting to see you again. You are my everything.” You watched him as he spoke, peeking up from your plush pillow that still vaguely smelled like Betty, your hands digging their nails into your upper arms. Amir wanted to embrace you, but when he shifts to move closer to you, you stiffen like a prey creature prepared to run. Instead, his hand just sits on the bed near you, closing the distance between the pair of you. “You are stunning and the absolute sweetest person I have ever had the pleasure to love. I understand I have not been the best to tell you that, and I am so very sorry I let my work stop me from making you feel the love that I have for you, my darling. You are a part of my heart- my soul and no time away will ever change that.” His voice sounds desperate and pained as he tries to reassure you. He bites his lip and looks around the room once more then over your anxious stance, the way you could probably draw blood on your arms as you grip yourself. “When was the last time anyone came by? Or showed you how they desired you, Habibi?”
You look at him surprised, your grip on your arms loosening before you drop your head back into the pillow you were hugging. You mumbled into the pillow making it hard for him to hear you. You feel Amir shift closer to you, sitting next to you. “What was that lovely?” he asks softly.
You turn your head and look up to him as tears burn your eyes. “A couple months… I don't really know… time has been so… wrong.” Your eyes look away and you nuzzle the pillow as tears drip. “I don’t really know what day it is… or when was the last time I left the house… I am so tired…” you hug yourself a little tighter as you talk “I even took a bath and shower hoping I could finally feel normal again… maybe someone would want to talk to me… maybe even visit again if I was able to play my part how I had before… But maybe it's more than that… I mean here you are hoping to just relax and have a good time and I’m running away and having a stupid breakdown about how ugly and fat and how… not me I feel… about how I can’t trust that anyone likes me because I haven’t gotten enough attention.” You grip at your arms again, digging your nails in as you sarcastically laugh at yourself “How fucking selfish can I be? Is this why no one wants to be around me anymore?” You bury your face back into the pillow and sob softly and quietly, shaking as you muffle yourself.
Amir quickly pulls your hand off of your arm and pulls you into him. You choke out a scared noise as your head lands against his shoulder and he holds your hand. “Eshgham!” His voice was unnaturally stiff and full of pain. “My god I…” he huffs angrily “I cannot have you talking about yourself like this! You are stunning! Every inch!” You try to pull your hand back and he tugs back just as much, squishing your face against himself. “You are not ugly. Your fat is such a beautiful warmth that is so nice to hold and kiss and looks so amazing in anything you wear…” He leans down and kisses the top of your head “You are allowed to feel bad, you can feel lonely, if you miss us all you have to do is tell us… Not one would ever be upset at you asking to see us!” He shifts so you can sit up and he can look you in the eye, his other hand landing on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “I know that everything outside this house feels so unreachable, so far away, as if you could barely dream to be out there a part of that new world.” Your heart feels as though it’s stopped as he speaks, again as if he could read your mind as you thought. “We all have known that, have felt that, and you gave us the ability to be a part of that strange world and we owe you everything, azizam. But we also want everything with you. We want you, my dear. None of us can even dream of a life without you in some form!” He leans forward, his arms wrapping around you and his lips press to your forehead. “I am sure many of them are kicking themselves for not reaching out more or visiting… I know I was…” He cuddles into you, sighing softly like he’s finally found relief within you. You slowly let down your defenses and turn into Amir, crying into his shoulder and grabbing at his shirt.
“Amir… I’m… I’m so terrible…” you whimper sadly between your quiet sobs and he just softly shushes you, rubbing your back. He holds you like that until your sobbing subsides to soft hiccups and sniffles. When you pull away and look at him. “I am… terrible” you say firmly “I assume all this terrible stuff about you and everyone just because I am too lazy to try to reach out and ask for more…” Amir just shakes his head disapprovingly at you.
“No. No. My sweet soul, no… You deserve to feel loved without asking for it all of the time. I am so so sorry beautiful, that I have made your beautiful eyes sting with lonesome sadness.” His hands gently cup your face again. “You deserve the world, every little thing I could give you, it's yours…”
You give a weak coughing laugh, “What if you learn that I don’t deserve it?” your eyes fall away as you speak, filled with a deep sadness. “What if someone does fall out of love with me? What if I’m not good enough… What if you all have found people that make you happier… that you find more attractive?”
Amir squishes your face forcing you to stop talking. “Listen to the now, habibi, right now” He gives you a serious and pained look “I am telling you I love you… with every bit of my heart, every bit of my soul has been begging to see you for so terribly long. Nothing will ever replace how I feel about you. I will always come back to you, my dear.” His voice is firm, and longing, his eyes locked on yours. “You deserve the world outside of this house. You deserve people who will give it to you. Let me start.” He says lovingly as he leans forward, kissing a tear on your cheek.
When he pulls away your eyes pour more silent tears, but you nod. “Please… Amir…” He smiles sadly and shakes his head.
“No need to ask eshgham. I already decided I would.” He kisses your cheek again, then again, and again and again and again until you're bashfully giggling. His lips finally find yours and hold them in a warm, passionate kiss. You lean into him, rolling to sit on your knees facing him, your hands finding stability against his shoulders. His hands drop to your hips as he gently pulls you towards him. Your lips part and crash again, this time deeper and warmer as tears are still rolling down your cheeks dampening Amir's cheeks in return as you two kiss.
You pull away slowly and look him over, this beautiful man with warm flushed cheeks and eyes so full of deep love and devotion. You wonder how he could have ever fallen in love with you; how he could want to take care of someone so messy, annoying, and gross. You could believe that he loved you, but you couldn’t understand why. As if he could read your mind he sighs softly “I love you azizam!” He gives your lips a gentle peck “I love you so much! It would take all the stars and heavens above just to begin to show you how much I love you, my dear” He pulls you even closer, forcing you to straddle one of his legs. You can’t make eye contact with him as he speaks so soft and sweet to you, your mind arguing his every word. “It would take more than words, paintings, or passion for me to ever capture an ounce of the beauty you hold.” His voice lowers into a whisper as he stares at you. “Your imperfections do not make you a less valuable gem, habibi, it makes your colors shine more as light gets to show every little beautiful bit of you. It tells of your story, your strength to keep growing and your drive to become as stunning as you are!” He hugs your waist tight with his chin resting against your sternum, just above where your chest sits, his dark eyes shining up to you. Your hands lay gently on his shoulders, tangling into his soft silky hair, as your stomach starts twisting again, you know his words are loving and genuine but you still feel as though you don’t deserve them. “Anything. Anything at all, my love. For you nothing is inconvenient, nothing is a waste of money, time or desire. There is so much to desire.” He whispers as his eyes travel down to your exposed neck, his face turning to nuzzle a cheek against one of your breasts. Amir's hands grope at the fat on either side of your rib cage, just under your shoulder blades.
Your cheeks warm as embarrassment slowly washes over you and you look away. “Amir…” you mumble, your hands slipping down to his upper arms and gently pushing him away from you. You sit back, off of his lap, crossing your legs and look down at your hands as you fiddle with your fingers. “why do you… love… me… when I’m…” your voice trails, you know the words you have for yourself will just be brushed away.
Amir shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “It’s because you are beautiful, my love” You bite your lip at this and shake your head back you feel that frustration boiling inside you. Why aren’t his words enough, why can’t you just feel better for him?
“No… I don’t… That’s not enough…” your hands slide up your forearms as you hug yourself, closing yourself off from him, ashamed of your words. “I can’t… I don’t know how to trust that when… I’m someone who sweats so much… And… I’m not even an actual man… and I’m covered in scars, acne, and other ugly marks… My face is so fat… My stomach and thighs are so big and…” you bite your lip and take a slow breath. Amir waits quietly for you to continue, wanting to hear your list of issues. “I don’t shower enough, or brush my teeth enough, or clean my room…” You look around and gesture to the messy room. “It's all sweet and romantic to compare me to a gem with ‘beautiful imperfections’… but it doesn’t really help me feel any better about being so different to what is actually beautiful… It doesn’t fix what’s wrong with me…” You look at him desperately and shake your head as you blink away tears. “You are actually beautiful. Your hair, your eyes, your face, your…” you cover your face as a plume of warm flush washes over you and tears drip down your cheeks again, “Your body…” You continue, pushing it out in a small sigh “You… and everyone else… you’re all so attractive and I'm just… I don’t even feel like me…” You give another shaky heavy breath as you slump in on yourself again, picking at your fingers.
“Azizam…” Amir speaks softly, barely above a whisper, “what can I do to convince you that I do find you attractive…? How can I do it without having to explain it… How can I… let you know that I do just truly feel this way… That nothing can change that I feel this way?” His hand gently grabs yours as his voice slowly drips with sadness. “Please, my love, tell me how…?” Your heart breaks just a bit more as you hear his pain. You start to feel a bit guilty for pushing it, but you so desperately wanted him to help you. You grab his hand with both of yours as you think in silence about how to answer his question, your thumbs rub at the back of his hand soothingly.
All you wanted at the moment was Amir, but you could not think of what exactly you needed from him to fix the problems you had. You know that just his words weren’t enough to convince you and undo years of terrible thoughts, awful relationships, and ingrained shame given to you by your family. You know that kissing him earlier had helped you at least feel better, the warmth from it had flooded your body and washed away the ick in your chest. You knew you wanted to kiss him more, to melt into him and let yourself lose all that weight of guilt, depression, anxiety, and fear. You wanted to just trust that he loved you. You squeeze his hand in yours before you reply in a soft shaky breath.
“I don’t know…” you mumble before your eyes slowly travel from his hands and up his arms until they eventually meet with Amir’s “I missed you… I… want you…” you plead quietly as you slowly lean forward, your eyes flickering down at his lips. “To kiss me… please… Amir…” you whisper as your face gets close enough to allow your warm breath roll over Amir's face as red slowly rushes to his cheeks when you get close. His eyes peered at you half closed yet still sparkling with desire, and his lips were just parted as if awaiting yours.
His free hand comes to rest on your neck, warm and firm, and your hands squeeze at his other hand, fingers locking and lacing through each other. His eyes wandered over your face before landing on your own parted lips. “Azizam… will this help you?” he asked quietly as he stared at your mouth. After a moment of silence he looks up to your eye with a raised brow. Your gaze is downcast away from Amir, scared that he was going to reject your need for affection. He rubs his thumb along the racing pulse in your neck bringing your eyes back to him, grounding you with his touch. “Even if it's not a permanent fix… my dear… will you feel better after kissing me?” he urges softly causing your eyes to flicker up to his, a burning look of need in them.
You nod quickly and lean your forehead against his, your eyes looking away now with how close you were while you waited for him to lean in and meet your lips. You shift to stand on your knees again, your hands release his hand and grab onto his thighs to stabilize yourself, “Please…” you beg softly.
Amir can’t hold back this time, as your begging sends a flood of warmth through his body. He pulls you into a deep longing kiss. His hand on your neck slipping to the back of your neck and holding you against him. His free hand finds your waist and pulls your body to him. You follow his tugging and straddle his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck. He pulls away just a tiny bit to mumble a “eshgham~” his voice was dripping in love, lust, and pure bliss, pulling the slow deep kiss that he grips. He swaps between slow deep romantic kisses to light fervent ones. His tongue gently lapping at your lips every now and then.
The pair of you kiss like that for what feels like hours, your body warming all over until you almost completely forget of your worries; however, as Amir’s hand slips under your shirt you feel that cold pit open in your stomach and you grab his arm and pull away. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as his hand under your shirt gently rubs its thumb against your stomach. He looks at your flushed face and tries to catch your eye. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with my dear…” he says reassuringly. You shake your head softly and bite your lip.
“It’s not that… I want you, Amir… I just…” you take in a deep, slow breath and hold it while you think, only letting it go when you find your words. “What if you’re not happy with my body…? It’s been so long since you saw me last, and you’ve been in Hollywood… you have surely seen better bodies there than mine… so what if you don’t like it anymore…?” you ramble quietly, slouching as you speak defeated.
Amir’s hand under your shirt moves and grabs your waist, his hand on your neck comes down and wraps around your lower back, he tugs you against him. “You will never find out how I truly feel if I don’t get the chance to prove that I do love you…” His hand under your shirt moves up higher and gently cups one of your breasts. You shiver softly as his warm hand runs over your body. “I would like to show you that I do… to show you every bit of yourself that I love…” he says softly, “I want to help you get rid of those awful thoughts… and whether it starts today or tomorrow, I am not going to stop trying until I get you the confidence that your beauty deserves.”
You give out a shaky breath as his hand softly squeezes your chest, your eyes flickering up to him shyly. “You say you’re not enough of a man… is it because of these?” he asks softly, looking down to your chest, he grabs your hand from off his neck and presses it to his own “You see me as a man… you call me beautiful and I have a bust too…” he whispers softly as his hand forces your fingers gently dig into the fat on his chest. Your face flushes as you feel the plush skin under his satin top. “I get yours are far bigger than mine… but that doesn’t make you less of a man… I’m sure you have seen how big Volt’s are~” he teases softly before kissing your cheek. He was right, Volt did have quite the chest, almost comparable to yours.
You bite your lip and whimper softly as you feel Amir gently scrape his hungry teeth against your neck before pulling away and smiling lovingly at you. “Does that help, azizam?” You puff your cheeks and nod slightly, Amir grins at your reaction. You feel a wave of embarrassment roll over your body, remembering your hand on his chest you remove it, tug his shirt free from his pants, your hand dives down then slips up his shirt. Your hand is warm against his chest as you grope and pinch at his nipple, you see his body jolt at the sensation and he gives a small pleasure-filled noise. “Oh, my dear…” he bares his teeth in his smile as a look of lust floods his face. You smile back at him, one to convey a coy taunt of What will you do about it?
Amir’s hand on your chest tightens, his fingers sinking into the warm soft flesh. His free hand grabs your neck again and pulls you into a kiss, his teeth biting at your lip. When you eventually pull from the deep hungry kiss, your lips parted as you pant heavy, Amir takes the chance to pull you into a messy kiss, his tongue dancing against yours. It was warm, so warm, so you pulled your hand out of his shirt and started tugging your shirt off, Amir happily helped you take it off, breaking your sloppy kiss leaving behind thin strings of saliva. Once the shirt is off you turn your face away, peeking out of the corner of your eye with a hand covering your mouth. You feel that darkness creeping in as Amir stares desperately at your body.
His eyes flitted from your round stomach and how it sat just above your fupa, to your chest that was fighting against your sports bra, and over your shoulders that were covered in freckles, acne and self harm scars. Then his eyes met yours, and you were surprised to see them glisten as if he were going to cry. You turn and place your hands on either side of his neck “Wha- What’s…?” you couldn’t form words well as that darkness started to eat away at your insides and make your stomach turn.
Amir shook his head softly, “No, no, azizam! I am just taken by your beauty… by my luck in getting to experience it, and my sadness that you do not see it.” His hand brushes up your arm, over your shoulder and collarbone, then down the center of your chest and stomach and ends by gently grabbing your love handle. You look at him confused, sheepishly, and worried.
He just smiles softly “My love, your body… I want to worship you like the blessing that you are…” His face is filled with confident desire as he watches your face go unchanged by his words that tug at your heart, pulling it out of that shadow. He sighs softly and gives a pouty look at your visible indifference, “Are my words reaching you?” he asks softly as he looks down at your chest again. You can see he is just a bit deflated, “You are not the only one with these things, eshgham… these issues, so you say, everyone has them… and I am very sure you love them on every one who does. Betty, Parker, Abel, and Beau- if I were to say what you said about yourself… would you let me? What would you do if I didn’t accept your love?”
You bite your lip as your body feels like it's finally dropping that weight you have been holding onto as he speaks so kindly, so softly, and so very earnestly. Your mind races at his words, images of Amir being a blushing mess as you love his body in ways he didn’t think he’d get from you flashing in your head. You look over his body and sigh, your hands slowly moving down and unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m sorry Amir…” you mumble softly as you slip his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest, he still has some stretch marks despite his small size and his shoulders have similar acne scars to yours. Amir’s stomach has tone, yet is soft until he flexes, he has a couple small moles that speckle his waist and hips. You soak in the beauty of his near flawless skin that shines softly where he begins to sweat. Amir enjoys your shy needy eyes traveling over his body, his breath hitches as your eyes travel lower and lower, one of your hands following your gaze, gently wrapping a finger around his belt loop.
He cups your cheek and you catch his eyes again, your face a mixture of pain and love as you’re snapped back into the moment, his face reflecting that same look back at you. “Please don’t be my love… I should have made you understand how I felt about you before I left… I should have visited more… I can’t go back and fix it, and I know making love to you now isn’t going to magically make everything better, but… I want to make love to you… right now… so badly…” he begs in a breathless sigh, he draws in a deep breath before continuing “I also need to know that you understand you can trust me… that you do accept my love…”
You nod into his hand, your eyes not leaving his “I do… Amir, I accept your love…” you your heart pounds in your chest as you speak, making you feel breathless and light headed for a moment. You feel him get a stir of giddy love as you speak, but he tries to hold back from doing anything for the moment knowing you had more to say. “I love you so much…” you say as you try to bring yourself back from the dizzying blush. He takes these words as his cue to pull you in close for another kiss, pressing his bare chest against you as his lips desperately press into yours wishing to never have to pull away again. His arms wrapped around you gripping desperately at you again, and your arms are wrapped around his neck hugging him against you. You pull away and gently lean your forehead against his and brush your nose against his. “I trust you Amir…” You give him a gentle peck before sitting up again and grabbing one of his hands, placing it on your chest and looking away shyly “Now please make love to me…” you whine sweetly as your hand grips the wrist of his hand on your chest.
He laughs softly and gropes you, pulling you back to him with his other arm. “You didn’t have to beg habibi, I was already planning on it…” he whispers softly to you before his lips meet yours again, hungrier this time, nipping and nibbling at your lips.
Tony with a beer belly? Chubby Tony?? Fat tiddies and a fat tummy??? Hairy tiddies and tummy???? Groping and biting and licking chubby Tony after a hard day's work repairing things????? Are we seeing the vision?
“You’re just too cute, dear…” You say as you lean down as if you were going to kiss him, his face melting into a puddle of needy love as he feels you sigh against him. “And God do I need to pee.” You place a gentle kiss on his forehead and slip out of his grip. “I'll be back!” Your words do nothing to rid Volts face of abandonment as you leave the room, his eyes following you closely until you round the corner.
Eddie grabs Volt's hand, pulling him suddenly into his lap. “It's not like you’re all alone, spark.” He says playfully with a grin. Volt smizes up at Eddie and his lips find his, crashing into a desperate and deep kiss. Volt slowly recovers himself, pulling his legs closer and wrapping an arm around Eddie’s waist. His closeness causes Eddie to wrap his legs around Volt’s waist as their kiss slowly becomes messier. Eddie’s hands wrap around Volt’s neck, one arm pulling Volt down into him and the other lazily playing with the back collar of Volt’s shirt. His fingers run up and down his neck and occasionally dip below his shirt. Eddie’s gentle touches only rouse Volt more, his tongue gently lapping at Eddie’s as he gets more and more desperate. After a while they pull apart, spit stringing and shining on their lips.
While the pair make out on the couch you finish your duties in the restroom and decide to kick off the pants, keeping the satin shirt and briefs on. You rinse your face in the sink and take down your hair once again. You look at the ruffle tired form of yourself in the mirror. Your hands and eyes travel over, inspecting, your legs and neck that are covered in little love bites. “What a pervert.” You joke to yourself before leaving the bathroom.
As you enter the living room you notice the pair making out. You stop and peer out from the corner of the room. As you watch from your perch, a deep flush rolls over your face and warms your body. They break their kiss and Volt looks up at you, that unstoppable hunger lingering on his face. You make eye contact with him and feel your stomach drop as he licks his lips. You take a step back as Eddie twists to look at you too. An idea pops into your head and your grin. You look between them then stick out your tongue playfully blowing a raspberry before taking off to the bedroom.
You hear shuffling as the pair scramble off the floor to run after you. You giggle loudly as you run to the bedroom, stifling it quickly as you quietly slip behind the door of the room to hide. You hear the pair rush down the hall into the bedroom and look around. Your hand is pressed hard against your mouth to try to prevent you from laughing; your heart pounds in your ears as you try to keep yourself hidden. You hear a soft mutter and to your horror the door begins to move. You watch as Eddie closes the door and locks it. Revealing your red face, and pantless body. Your eyes look big and surprised as Eddie smirks at you, his eyes not wasting a second to start drinking in your body. You squeal and dodge around him playfully as he goes to grab you. As you duck and run he gives a heavy amused laugh as he spins to follow you. You run towards the bed, crawling over it to get to the other side and hide.
Volt stands by the dresser as he sheds his vest and kicks off his shoes. He watches as Eddie starts to walk around the bed to get to you. “Noooo!!!” You yell happily as he lunges at you while you try to scramble across the bed. Eddie catches your ankle and drags you back to him. You collapse onto your stomach as you’re pulled to the edge of the bed. Once at the edge of the bed, Eddie grabs your hip tightly causing you to stop fighting and give a squeal. He uses your hip to roll you onto your back, and once flipped he grabs your wrists with one hand to pin them down. His lips catch yours as you playfully fight him, his other hand grabbing your face to keep you still. After his moment of kissing, he pulls away and pushes a single finger into your mouth. Your lips obediently part and your tongue licks at his finger. He grins and watches as your face slowly turns to one of desperation as he adds another.
You feel the bed give as Volt slowly approaches the pair of you. You feel Volt’s hands crackle against your cheek as he praises you “What a lively little spark!” He traces your jaw with his finger before lightly running his finger down your neck and over your shoulder, trailing until he relieves Eddie’s hand pinning your wrists to the bed. “Did you enjoy watching us make out?” He asks as his other hand slowly pushes one of your sleeves up your arm, revealing the love bites speckled across it.
Eddie’s now free hand comes down and begins unbuttoning the top couple buttons on the shirt, and once it is open enough his hand slips into it, grabbing at your chest and pinching at your nipples. You groan, mouth agape against Eddie’s fingers pushing just a bit deeper, you pull back just before you gag. Eddie smiles happily as he slips his fingers out of your mouth and into Volt’s. You watch as Volt happily licks at the saliva coating Eddie’s fingers. Eddie’s hand in your shirt slowly recedes and starts to remove his vest. Eventually he pulls his hand away from Volt and starts to strip out of his clothes. Your eyes linger on Eddie a moment longer, almost as if you were trying to engrave the sight in your mind before Volt cups your chin and redirects your attention. “My, my, my, you are such a perverted little thing…” He teases as he stares down at you.
You notice that while you were distracted, Volt managed to strip down to his underwear; and as your eyes traveled back up to meet Volts you huff at his statement. “Says the man who stole my clothes just to make me wear his underwear!” Your retort is met with his hand holding your mouth agape as Volt slowly lets out a drop of spit fall into your mouth. You melt just a bit as you swallow Volt’s little dewdrop, your spiteful look ebbing into a dazed puddle of desperation.
Volt smirks again, taking pride in the fact that he silenced you so easily. “And look how beautiful you look spread out in our clothes…” he praises sweetly before leaning down to give you a deep and passionate kiss.
You feel hands slip under your shirt from the bottom hem, slowly traveling up your body and pushing the shirt up with them. Arms frame you against the bed in a gentle hug. Your legs try to squeeze together as you shiver overwhelmed in pleasure from the wet kiss and hands on your body, but your legs stop firm against warm skin. You whimper into Volt’s kiss as you wrap your legs around the body between them.
Eddie whistles softly “Damn. Live wire, what did you get into?” Volt finally releases you, leaving behind a dizzied and warm mess. Your eyes drift towards the sound of Eddie’s voice as his hand trails from your chest down to the top of the briefs.
“A power no man could handle.” you joke breathlessly.
Eddie laughs as his fingers gently brush the bruising on your hips, “But you can?” he asks with a raised brow.
You shake your head, “Not at all.” you huff out before looking up to Volt's annoyingly prideful grin. He eyes the marks he left, jumping from splotch to splotch up your body only to end with locking his wild hungry eyes with yours. “Not that I mind much~” You flirt lovingly to him, your arms fighting against his restraining hands as you’re urged to pull Volt back into a kiss.
Volt grins wider, “What is it spark? Want to be released?” You roll your eyes and shake your head.
“Kiss me… jerk.” you spitefully beg, and Volt relents. His lips find yours again, this time licking and biting between breaths. You whine loudly into the kiss when you feel Eddie’s teeth on your body. As he nibbles and sucks on your chest, your hips buck against him in desperation as he marks you; but his hands quickly find your hips and pin them against the bed to keep you from finding pleasure against him.
You whine into Volt's mouth, making him pull away. His eyes look at you famished, his hand coming to caress your cheek as you squirm. Eddie gives a little growl, “It's my turn to mark you up with my own love bites, live wire.” he mumbles against your skin before finding a new spot to mark. “Unless you want me to stop?” He asks, sitting up just a bit to see your face. You shake your head and he raises a brow.
Volt gently pulls open your jaw, eyes full of desire locked on yours “Out loud my spark…”
Your eyes roll back in a melted pleasure at Volt's voice. “No, please don’t stop.” you beg softly, looking back up to Volt as you beg. His hand releases your wrists and slips his hand over your palm to lace his fingers through yours. Eddie continues to mouth at your stomach, groaning softly every now and then as a response to your sweet whimpers.
Volt peppers your face in kisses, mumbling words of praise and adoration. “You’re being so patient, my live wire~” he whispers in your ear before kissing your neck. Your free hand grips at Eddie’s hair in pleasure as his teeth gently nibble at your nipple. “He loves you so much, you know” he whispers again, his warm breath burning at your neck that sparks a fire that rolls through the rest of your body. You huff heavily as you pull at Eddie’s hair, forcing him to look up at you. His eyes are full of nothing but yearning for the moment as he sinks into your body. You bite your lip as you look at his hairy shoulders, down his arms tucked under the crook of your back, and over your marked body. Your chest rises and falls heavily as you eye your lovers’ work.
You groan softly as your eyes meet their longing grey soulmates and you pull Eddie up to your face, kissing him in a fervent fit. He moans into it, sinking into you as a hand comes up to cup your cheek. Your hand slips from his hair to the back of his neck as if you were imprisoning him against your lips. You feel the bed shift as Eddie moves to straddle your hips, the arm around your back pulling your stomach up against his own warm bare body. It shifts again as Volt moves next to the pair of you. At the head of the bed, you could only hear soft kisses and Eddie’s quiet whines of pleasure as Volt kisses his shoulders and back.
You and Eddie kiss with longing and desperation, as if the other may disappear soon and these were your last moments to tell them just how much you loved and needed them. Your hand has since slipped down, savoring the feeling of Eddie’s soft hirsute chest. After your lips start to feel as if they are going numb you gently push him away, your arm covering your eyes as you softly pant. “Eddie…” you whisper softly “I need a minute…” You could hear an amused hum come from both Volt and Eddie.
You peek out from under your arm to see them looking you over, Eddie's fingers lightly running over your sides. You see Volt whispering to Eddie as Volt's hand runs up your side and over your chest, you feel sparks crackle as his fingers travel your body. You can see Volt smirk and Eddie rolls his eyes, quickly moving to grab Volt's face and biting his lip, staring him in his eyes.
Volts hand gently gropes your chest, squeezing and grabbing at your fat and brushing a thumb over your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed and you move the crook of your elbow down to cover your mouth as you whimper softly. You hear the pair continue to sloppily make out as you squirm underneath Eddie again.
Eventually your arm slowly drops to your side as you stare shyly at them. They are so deeply entwined as they kiss, drool covering Volt’s chin and a few more dark love bites on his neck. Your eyes scanned over their bodies: Volt’s was toned and almost flawless despite a rare mole or freckle on his arms and the faint fractal lines that expanded from his heart; Eddie was slightly chubbier and covered in scars, he had a bit of a belly due to all of the alcohol he drank. It was all almost completely covered in dark curly hair, a prominent happy trail leading your eyes lower to Eddie’s dark grey briefs that strained against him. You quickly look away back to the pair as they make out, Eddie holding Volt’s neck making him give soft needy noises. You could see one scar on his left arm, coming from his shoulder that branched out into a feathery fern-like pattern; it was similar to the one on Volt’s chest, but darker and somehow softer.
You follow the pattern up and down his arm, as you do you feel a burning on your face and, afraid of the source, you look back to see Volt’s greedy gaze as you feel his hand slowly slide up your chest to your throat. His hand lingers just on your collar bones as he breaks away from the kiss with Eddie. Eddie simply moves to kiss and suck on Volt’s shoulder.
Volt’s pale eyes shine as they hold your gaze, his thumb gently rubbing over your collar bone “Breathtaking…” he sighs out into the room. His lips stayed just parted as if he was fighting to breathe, as if the sight of you sprawled on the bed, a bundle of lechery and love, really took his breath away as he spoke.
Eddie sat up and looked down at you with the same expression of greed as Volt, his laced with something darker that makes your body twitch in anticipation. He licks his lips as he feels you stir, “Aren’t they just…” he says softly, his hand dropping from Volt’s neck to gently caress your collar bone next to Volt’s. Their hands are sweet contrasts of rough and soft that make you shiver. You feel yourself look at them with a needy expression, almost on the verge of begging for just anything more than what they were giving you. The pair grin in unison and look at each other, as if planning silently.
Volt gives Eddie a little kiss on his cheek before moving towards you as Eddie slowly stands off the bed. Volt grabs your arm and pulls you up into a sitting position, carefully shimmying behind you with his legs on either side of you, his arms around your waist. Your shirt falls back down, covering your body once more.
“Hi there, live wire~” he says playfully as you watch him confused. One hand comes up and turns your head back towards Eddie as he kneels before you. His rough hands gently groping your thighs. “Eddie has a little treat for you~” Volt whispers in your ear as his hand on your stomach gently squeezes you.
Eddie nibbles at your inner thigh, not with the intent of marking them, but just to make you squirm from his mouth. Eddie's hands slide up the outside of your thighs, his fingers slipping under the briefs and grabbing at you. His teeth and scruff overwhelmingly scratch and tickle your sensitive thighs making you huff heavily. Volt’s hand on your stomach releases itself and slips down to the top of your underwear, slowly pushing them down. He presses his mouth to the back of your neck, less of a kiss and more of a loving nuzzle, allowing him to keep his eyes glued to Eddie as he teases you.
You whimper softly to Eddie as he bites hard on you. He pulls away and huffs against the faint mark, his eyes, dark with lust, flicker from yours then slowly move down your body before landing on your briefs. He shifts his face close to your crotch and breathes a burning heavy breath against you. You feel yourself twitch and whine once again. He smiles wickedly as he moves his hands to gently tug at your- no- his briefs. Volt helps you lift your hips so Eddie can pull away the fabric separating him from your warm, dripping mess..
You look away embarrassed, despite you having had sex with them multiple times, you haven’t had one of their faces so close to you yet, and the way that Eddie’s eyes burned with determination made you undoubtedly bothered in every inch of your body. He grabs your thigh just next to your sensitive twitching crotch with one hand as he tosses aside the underwear with his other, his eyes admiring you with every ounce of attention he has. He looks up at you, “I’d like to…” he huffs, his eyes flickering to Volt’s then back to yours “give… you some head” he looks away almost embarrassed at his words.
You hum softly, amused by this embarrassment that flooded past your lover’s determination. Your hands reach down, one turning his head back to yours and the other intertwining your fingers through his hair. “Please…” you beg softly “I want to know the feeling of your lips on every inch of me…” Your gentle cooing leaves the three of you suspended in a brief moment of airlessness, as if your words choked you all in a medley of adoration, lust, and discomposure.
After the air floods back to the trio, your face flushes as you feel discombobulated realizing what you just said. You meant it with your heart, but hearing yourself say it still made you self-conscious. Volt mumbles a soft fuck as his hands grip and grope you, hiding his face in your neck. Eddie sinks into your hand on his chin for a second before moving to kiss your palm. “Anything for you, my spark” he mumbles against your skin before you move your hand away, laying it over the wrist of one of Volt’s groping hands.
Eddie starts slow and tentative, kissing you all over, his lips creating sparks that tingle over your skin. You take in a sharp breath as you feel Eddie’s tongue lick gently against you, savoring the taste. You only release the air trapped in your chest as he continues lapping up the mess of your excitement, letting out an airy moan. His tongue is soft and warm against you, his scruff scratching at you and overwhelming your senses making you twitch. You feel him slowly map out your most sensitive spots, feeling your response as his tongue explores. He notes every twitch and strangled moan you give as he works.
He kisses, nibbles, and licks over every inch of you, his arms slipping under and holding your thighs up off the bed. He lets them sit on his shoulders wrapped around his head, making you lean back against Volt more. At the shift you feel Volt look up again, his eyes locked on the wet mess between your legs. One of Volt's hands joins yours on Eddie’s head and he mutters a piece of praise as if he’s the one being lapped at. “God… what a good job you’re doing Eddie…” Eddie’s eyes dart up to meet Volt’s, then yours. You feel your heart jump up your throat, pushing out a desperate moan as Eddie’s tongue runs over your most sensitive spot again. The mixture of his gaze and his tongue against you makes your brain go blank. You look away to gather your senses again.
Before you can even begin to collect yourself, Volt grabs your jaw and turns your face back to Eddie “Watch.” he growls low in your ear “He’s doing so well just for you, Spark…” his warm breath on your neck sends shivers down your body that clash with the tingles that come from Eddie’s mouth on you. You feel as if a coil inside of you begins tightening and your thighs try squeezing shut at the sensation rolling through your body, but Eddie keeps them firmly spread for him. You moan as Eddie continues to light a fire between your legs while Volt’s fingers on your jaw lightly spark as they move to your neck, pressing your rapid pulse making your face warm, your head light.
“Listen to you~ Are you enjoying the feeling of Eddie's lips all over you?” You can barely process what he says, your head so full and dazed by the feeling of his hand on your throat. Eddie’s saliva mixes with the sap that drips from your core “Come on little live wire~ Tell us, are you enjoying it?” he urges as he kisses softly at your neck.
Your eyes look down to Eddie, adorned in your legs and face wet with your slick, his tongue travels from the base of you and like a wild current it runs up to the very top. Your fingers grip at Eddie’s hair tighter and you pull him against you, finding more friction as the tension in your body rapidly builds and builds until you feel that coil inside of you pop. The tension releases against Eddie’s mouth, leaving you whimpering out a pleasure filled “Yes… Fuck yes” Eddie hums against you and gently licks at your less sensitive parts, helping you ride out your orgasm, his eyes filled with pride. Volt nuzzles your neck gently, whispering soft praises into your skin as you whimper and shake.
As your noises subside into tired panting your hand slowly releases his hair and he pulls away. His wet lips kiss at your pelvis, just above the burning twitching mess between your legs. Volt’s hand drops from your throat to your thigh, as his other one pulls Eddie up to him. Eddie slowly slips out from under your legs, setting them back on the bed as he stands. They kiss, Volt groaning softly as he gets a taste of you off of Eddie, their tongues licking at each other desperately, as if they missed the other in their short time apart.
As they kiss you can feel Eddie’s hips shift against the edge of the bed as he grinds into it desperately. You consider touching him, your eyes traveling down his body, admiring the cozy mixture of fit and chubby, but as the thought of pleasing Eddie comes into your head you feel a soft hand gently slip down over your thigh and start touching your heat. You huff heavily and moan softly as the hand gently traces your entrance, sparking against your wet skin. You feel the fingers dip in then out teasing you gently “Volt.” you beg quietly. The pair pulls apart and he looks at you with a sly grin.
“Yes my spark~? Is there something you need?” His eyes sparkle with mischief as he continues to slowly tease you. He continues watching you while he waits for you to speak, Eddie alternates his kisses between your and Volt’s shoulders and neck.
You bite your lip as pleasure spasms through you and your thighs once again try snapping to a close. Eddie's rough hands grab your thighs again, pulling them apart for Volt. “Go ahead… tell him you want him to finger fuck you live wire…” His low voice coos into your shoulder as his hands squeeze your thighs.
You whine softly at his statement and buck your hips against Volt’s hand, trying to find friction against his slender fingers. They both make amused noises before Volt scoots back on the bed, pulling you with him by your hips. Eddie follows, slipping his legs under yours and making your legs wrap around his.
“Please Volt…” you mumble shyly, grabbing his hand and putting it back between your legs.
He chuckles and kisses the back of your head “Please what?” His voice is dangerous, the one that scares you in the best way.
“Touch… me” you mutter shyly.
“Like this?” he asks as he starts teasing you again, his fingers tracing your sweet sensitive spots and dipping shallowly into you. You groan in pleasure and annoyance, biting your lip and shaking your head “No?” He asks teasingly
You sigh heavily through your nose and grab his hand as his fingers dip in again teasingly. You hold him still, pushing yourself onto his fingers. “Fuck” you moan softly as your insides ignite at his fingers slipping into you.
He huffs and drops his head onto your shoulder, his fingers curl in you just slightly making you arch your back in a loving moan. His breath is heavy and warm against your back as he pulls his fingers out and slowly starts finger fucking you. Your hand slowly moves up his arm resting just at the crook of his elbow, your head leaning back into him as you moan. Eddie catches your next moan in his lips as his hand gently rubs your stomach. Volt kisses all over your back as Eddie slowly unbuttons your shirt fully, looking at your body as if it’s the first time he’s seen its mark covered canvas. He pushes the shirt off and it falls down your shoulders, draping around your arms. His hands grasp at your stomach and chest, his lips finding your nipple as he gently kisses around it before he starts to suck.
Your moans seem to slowly charge up Volt’s confidence as his fingers seem to zap every inch of you, pressing and spreading and pushing into you as much as he can. He moans desperately behind you, and you assume he might be touching himself just a bit. You get an idea and gently tap Eddie on the chest with your free arm. He looks at you and you pull his face up to yours. Looking in his eyes you moan softly giving him a desperate look before glancing behind you, your hand gently running down his body and playing at the hem of his briefs. Your eyes glance down from him and then to Volt. Eddie looks at you for a moment, slowly processing what you might mean but getting distracted by watching you moan every now and then. You huff softly before moaning and slipping your hand into Eddie’s briefs, gently wrapping your hand around him and squeezing. He melts for a moment and you moan “Fuck Volt” and his eyes lock on your dizzied desperate ones and he seems to finally understand.
He leans against you, one arm wrapping around behind you as Volt looks up, Eddie pulls him into a kiss as his hand palms at Volt’s bulge. His hand plants onto Eddie’s forearm as they moan into each other. Your hand gently runs up and down Eddie a couple times before you pull your hand out and rub him through his underwear. You can feel their hips rut against the friction as they get more and more desperate for the tingles of pleasure. You turn and moan into Eddie’s neck before gently sucking and marking his shoulder, moaning at your mouthing.
You hear the pair separate and give their own breathless curses as their mouths find spots to kiss on your shoulder. You shiver and moan a response and you feel that familiar coil start to twist as tension builds with every thrust of Volt’s fingers. It only gets worse when he slows and adds another finger to the mix. Your back arches and you choke out a moan, panting heavily as he spreads his fingers ever so slightly inside you. You whimper their names in a broken plea “I’m getting… close” you push out between breaths, your hand on Volt’s arm digging nails into his skin, and your hand on Eddie’s bulge pressing a little harder into him.
“Good…” Eddie growls desperately in your ear before his other hand grabs your slacked jaw, keeping it open so his tongue can sloppily explore your mouth. You moan into him, your body getting weaker and weaker as you get closer to coming.
“I’m… I’m!” Were all you could muster right as you went over the edge. Volt sinks his teeth into your shoulder and moans softly as you clench around his fingers, your hand slips making you scratch his arm, leaving behind a short trail of blood as you catch your breath in your throat. Volts fingers move slowly, just pushing and pulling with shallow movements and gentle prying. You slowly come down from your high, letting go of the air trapped in your throat. Your hand on Eddie slows to a stop and the three of you are left quietly panting.
After a bit you hear Volt mutter a “Fuck” and you lean back, resting your head on his shoulder looking at him.
“What’s up?” You ask airily as you reach up to his face, turning him to look at you. His face is shiny with sweat, dawning a rosy glow as his eyes avoid yours in embarrassment.
Eddie leans down to the other side of you, whispering, “He came in his underwear…” He then says it louder for Volt to hear, “He got too excited when you forced him to finger you instead of asking~” Volt raises a hand to his face and hides his eyes, leaving only a goofy self-conscious smile.
Your breath catches as you think about what Eddie said and you cover your face too. You give a quiet squeal that makes Eddie sit up and throw his head back in laughter. He laughs for a couple breaths before sighing and kissing at both of your hands “Come on live wire… What are you so embarrassed about? You didn’t even touch him and he came because of you~” He flirts softly as he pulls your hands away while he kisses Volt's wrist as well.
As your hands are pulled away you look down and notice that you had scratched wounds into Volt. You gasp in shock and grab his arm, “Oh my god.” You Look between the scratches and Volt as he peaks at you from his hiding spot. His hand lowering when he notices the wound too.
“Oh~” Volt says softly as he looks at your worried look and smiles lovingly. You babble your apologies and move to get up and help him clean it. His other arm pulls you back down and he kisses you deeply. Once he pulls away he gently pats your head “It’s ok… Not much different than a love bite.” He winks playfully at your small pouty expression before slowly scooting back. “I’ll take care of it, spark.” You follow him, missing his warmth behind you, but you flop back onto the bed and look up at him as he stands. He turns around and you instantly see the dark wet patch on his lighter grey briefs. Your face flushes as you trail your eyes from the mess up his body. He’s staring at you while you eye him like candy, and once your eyes meet his he leans down and kisses you sweetly. “I will be back, I need a moment anyways.” he speaks close to your face, letting his breath warm your face. He looks up towards Eddie who’s still between your legs, watching amused. “He needs you still, live wire~ Take good care of him will you~?”
Eddie huffs and rolls his eyes at Volt before looking down at you with a soft grin as he grabs your hips carefully and pushes his bulge against your crotch, gently grinding into you. You watch Volt walk away into the bathroom only to turn back to Eddie whose hands are running up and down your body, sending shivers through you. You huff softly and nod a bit, “Please Eddie…” you plead, looking away and talking quieter “fuck me…”
He hums softly and leans down, an elbow on either side of your head, kissing your cheek. “What was that, spark?” he asks in a quiet sing-song voice as he grinds more into you.
You groan in annoyance and your hand grabs at Eddie’s underwear. He shakes his head “You have to say it…” his voice is low and his dark eyes burn yours. You breathe heavily, Eddie wasn’t going to let you get away with taking what you want like Volt.
You bite your lip and look away in frustration “Fuck me Eddie…” Your voice was more annoyed and demanding than you meant it. Your look softens and you look shyly back at him giving him a gentler “Please…”
His face is lit with flushed lechery as he drops his head onto your shoulder for a moment before sitting up and standing off the bed to push his underwear down, barely fighting back the excitement and almost rushing. When he kneels back in his spot between your legs he smiles. “Open your mouth” he demands, a new type of fire in his eyes. You do as you’re told and he slips two fingers into your mouth. You lick and suck on them obediently, he pushes them a bit deeper making you softly gag. He pulls them out and puts his hand next to your face “Spit.” You once again do as he says, a tingle going through your body at his voice. You watch as he spreads your saliva on himself, soon enough feel him rubbing against you, finding your entrance. “Fuck” he mumbles as he looks back up to you.
You nod then cover your eyes with your arm, putting your head back. “Please…” Eddie can’t hold himself back to tease you, he slowly pushes into you, going slowly. in, then back a bit, then in, and so on until he just pushes through the last bit of his length, bottoming out. You can feel yourself and him twitching softly at the warmth of him filling you.
Eddie pants softly and leans down again on his elbows, his face hovering over yours. “Hey…” he mutters, kissing at your jaw. “Let me look at you…” he politely demands this time. You slowly let your arm fall off above your head and look up to the man inches from your face. His eyes are desperately happy as they look over your dazed pleasure filled expression. He gives you a slow electrifying kiss as he moves his hips, pleasure coursing through your body and clashing into small explosive moans.
You push into the kiss as your whimpers and moans fuel Eddie to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He continues the kiss as long as he can before his core buckles and he sits up again, one hand dragging itself down your body and the other grabbing your thigh. His eyes are glued to yours as you moan and curse in pleasure. His chest and stomach jiggle slightly as he thrusts into you, groaning in pleasure. His happy trail repeatedly coaxes your eyes down to watch where he is drilled into you, flustering you into a bundle of melty moans. His hands leave no reachable expanse of skin untouched, and as you arch your back his arms wrap around underneath you and his lips find your body. You feel yourself get more dazed and lost the more he starts to slowly fuck himself into you.
“Fuck!” he groans before pausing his thrusting. He pants and you look down to him.
Your hand finds the top of his head and gently tussles his hair. “Eddie?” you gently pant as he kisses your stomach. “Something wrong?” you ask, a hit of concern in your voice. He shakes his head against you and slowly pulls back to fuck back into you, but his pace is too slow and he slips out of you with a quiet wet noise.
Eddie buries his face into you, you can feel the warmth from his cheeks. You ruffle his hair again. “I’m… trying not to cum before you” he whimpers into you desperately
Seeing the boys so desperate for you was new. You had seen them cum, you have flustered them, or embarrassed them, but to this degree was unusual. They usually were very composed and never had been so sensitive to you before. It made you all the more taken with them, your heart longing to become so ingrained in them that they never stopped feeling this drumming in their hearts.
Now, as you watch Eddie catch his breath before trying to fuck you again, you take a deep breath and gently pull his head up to look him in the eye. Those shining desperate eyes. “What if I was on top of you…?” you whisper softly. You see Eddie blink at you in a bit of confusion as he thinks.
He slowly sits up and scratches the back of his neck before moving to sit next to you. You sit up and scoot over so Eddie can situate himself to lean against the head board. You gingerly climb on top of him and carefully hover over him. Your hands gently hold his burning face, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks. He stares you in the eyes as he slowly grabs himself and helps you align with him again. When you’re both ready you slowly lower yourself, letting him push into you. You melt over him, both of your moans sweetly melding, you can feel Eddie’s legs twitch as you sit on him.
You both huff into each other as you work to catch your breath. Eddie’s arms wrap around your waist and his face is nuzzling into your chest. You don't even try to move, you instead hug Eddie back and gently kiss the top of his head. “I love you so much, my dear…” you whisper softly. Eddie hugs you even tighter as he pushes you down on him more, feeling him hit you deep makes you moan softly into him.
You and Eddie get lost in this fit of warmth and desperation, making only small subtle craving movements that cause pleasurable surges through your bodies. It renders you both shaky with baited breath. Eventually your embrace is interrupted by movement on the bed as Volt slowly moves next to the both of you.
“Hi there~” he says softly, kissing up your arm and shoulder. You and Eddie look at him practically with hearts in your eyes. He huffs as he quickly melts at the sight “God. You are both just too beautiful…” He says in an amorous tone before leaning in and giving you both a warm kiss.
When he pulls away you look at his arm wrapped in bandages, your fingers lightly brush his and he takes your hand. “I don’t want you to feel bad for this live wire… I am more than happy.” Volt says with a squeeze of your hand. You nod softly to him and look back at Eddie, your other hand gently caressing his face.
You slowly lift yourself up and then drop on him again. Your bodies shake and you moan softly, and you repeat the action. Volt moves behind you and helps stabilize your hips, lifting you and slowly dropping you on Eddie. You lean back against Volt and look down at Eddie. His eyes are glued to your face and his hands desperately find and intertwine themselves into yours. The pair of you whimper and whine as you move more than you had for a while, setting that fire alive again as you both rush towards your climax.
“You’ve lasted so long Eddie~ Being so patient for our dear live wire~ You deserve to feel them cum on you…” He says softly as he watches the ecstasy on Eddie’s face blaze.
“Fuck… I love you” Eddie whines as he looks at both of you, biting into his lip as he squeezes your hands.
You shiver and shake as you feel that sweet pop of tension in your body, sending a wave of dizzying pleasure through your body and a loud moan of the word “love” on your lips. Volt pushes you down on Eddie as you feel him cum somewhere deep within you.
Your body is now nothing more than putty against Volt. He carefully picks you up and off of Eddie, the mixture of sap between your legs leaking slightly as he moves you to sit in between the pair of men. He kisses your shoulder sweetly as he rubs your thighs. “You did an amazing job live wire… absolutely amazing…” he whispers. Eddie lazily moves to lean forward and kisses you. Weak sparks fly as your lips brush Eddie’s, your lips barely brush each other as you pant into the other's partially open mouths. When you part, Eddie slowly slides out of the bed and heads to the bathroom.
After a bit more kissing and praising, Volt carefully helps you lay down on the bed. Once you’re comfortable Volt also stands and heads to the dresser, rifling through it to grab some pajamas for you. You notice as you watch him pull on his own shirt that he’s also put on a fresh pair of briefs.
Your eyes drift to a flicker of movement from the bathroom, watching Eddie emerge with a washcloth in his hand. He comes up and leans down, kissing you gently before carefully wiping at your crotch and thighs. He then holds out a hand to you “Do you think you could walk?”
You slowly sit up, you’re still a bit dizzy but you nod, taking his hand and standing slowly. Your legs shake, but you lean onto Eddie who helps you to the bathroom and into the shower. This time you disregard the care of your hair staying dry, letting Eddie help you wash off as you stand against him, exhausted. You occasionally mumble a quiet “I love you” which is always returned with a kiss and an “I love you too”.
After the shower, Eddie grabs a towel and helps you dry off. He takes you back to the bedroom where Volt had changed the sheets and folded a couple piles of clothes on the bed for the pair of you. Eddie helps you sit on the bed and Volt comes over to help you get dressed as Eddie dresses himself. As Volt holds up the underwear, you mutter a soft “Thank you” which is met with a soft hum. As he helps you pull on the shirt you give him an “I love you.” He just looks at you and smiles before planting a kiss to your forehead and returning the sweet sentiment. Volt helps you crawl into the fresh sheets and you settle in. Your eyes grow weary as your lovers slip into place on either side of you and shut off the lights, a warm silence falling over the room.
The last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is Volt’s voice whispering “We love you so much, live wire.”
“Fine...” he stands and kisses your forehead. Another knock and he sighs heavily. “Coming!” he hollers to Eddie. He takes your hand more gently this time and leads you out of the room.
Volt pauses at the door and turns to you. The red on his face is less visible now, compared to the hungry look he adorned. “Live wire… you may one day kill me if you keep this act up.” He says, his voice low and dangerous as it travels though your body. Volt’s hand in yours crackles softly.
“I can’t promise to stop~” you flirt back, gently squeezing his hand. It brought back that look, the one where he could pounce on you any moment. His shining eyes that make you feel like vulnerable prey.
Before Volt could attack you, Eddie swung the door open behind him. “Come on.” His voice was dark and laced with annoyance “Volt.” It was a warning.
Volt smirks at you and turns around to Eddie. “Come now, my dear Eddie. I was on my way out!” He speaks softly and pleasantly, a tone meant to reassure Eddie, but Eddie only clicks his tongue. Leaning around Volt you can see Eddie’s eyes flicker over Volt. Taking notes of the blush, the love mark on his neck, and the ruffed collar of his jacket. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. You can see a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks; he seems embarrassed? Or was he jealous? You can't tell as he turns away.
Volt leans down and kisses Eddie’s cheek before moving past him, pulling you along. Eddie glances at you, covering his face as he fizzles. You look back at Volt who is holding you firmly by your hand. Volt’s hair is still tied back with a wire, exposing the back of his neck. A rare sight you love seeing, every inch of him being more handsome than anything.
You can hear the backroom door close as you're dragged from behind the bar. You begin to turn back to see Eddie when Volt speaks, bringing your attention back to him. “So my little spark,” He spins around to you and pins you against the bar. You feel your heart almost pound out of your chest and your eyes dart around the room, panicking at the thought of someone seeing the pair of you like this- but the bar was empty.
Volt gently grabs your chin between his pointer finger and thumb and drags your gaze back to him. “Usually I take care of the floor when we close.” Although he was trying to keep himself together and serious, you can feel his burning eyes warm your lips. You nod. You’ve helped- well, mostly watched- them close up a few times before. Volt smiles softly and moves his hand to lovingly hold your cheek. “You know where the broom and cleaning stuff is?” You nod again, one of your hands finding its home against his, the one holding your cheek.
“Yes, I got it lovely...” Your voice trails softly as you turn your head and place a sweet kiss to his palm. “Go relax upstairs, Volt...” Your eyes look up to him shyly. Of the weeks you have been dating the pair, you never quite got the chance to be romantic or sensual, especially as much as you have today. You can see it really got to Volt, as he seems to melt hearing the pet name. That red hue floods back to warm his face, but you could see him take a deep breath to control himself.
“I will...” he almost whispers as he leans closer to you, his eyes lost in yours. You gently lay your other hand on his chest as he lightly places a kiss to your lips. After a moment, you gently push him away, to which he begins to argue, but you shake your head.
“Go.” You say firmly, while keeping your sweetness. He sighs and takes a step back. You feel the warmth of Eddie's gaze on you as Volt raises one of your hands to his lips.
“As you wish, my spark...” Volt gives you one more pleading look before turning and walking off upstairs. You sigh bashfully as he walks away, hugging yourself and shaking your head. You turn to head to the floor as a rough hand lands on your shoulder. It pulls you back and turns you towards him.
“Where is he going?” Eddie asks with a brow raised and a hint of concern in his voice.
“He’s going to relax.” You say simply while looking away, unsure if you should tell him why. “I’ll help you clean up.” You say reassuringly as you give him a soft smile. Your hand gently joins Eddie’s on your shoulder. “We’ll be done quick, then we can go join him.” You give his hand a soft squeeze and gently drop it to walk off to the broom closet near the stage.
“Well, okay...” He says softly before moving to start his closing duties. You pull out the broom, cleaning spray, and some rags. you lean the broom against the wall and start wiping the tables down.
You both work quietly for about ten minutes before Eddie perks up. “What was he so upset about?” he asks half heartedly, almost as if he already knew but wanted to hear you say it.
You look at him confused as you pause sweeping near the bar. You look at him then back down to the broom. “He thought I was flirting around...” you say a bit sorefully. It hurt that Volt couldn’t trust you to not overstep the boundaries as his partner. Eddie looks at you and gives a sympathetic look.
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little ticked at Tony...” he admitted quietly. You nod thoughtfully for a moment.
“I know he has a thing for me, I'm sure most of these people would want to have something with me...” You say softly as you continue sweeping. “But I chose you two... and not just for the great sex.” You laugh airily as you shake your head and smile at your own joke.
Eddie scoffs softly. “Then what else, live wire?” he asks almost playfully. You lean the broom against the bar again and sigh as you slide into a stool and rest your head on your hand. You simply look off to space as you think. Eddie moves in front of you on his side of the bar. He leans against it with his hands. You can feel his gaze warm your face.
You take a deep breath. “You guys care.” You say softly, unsure how to start. “You cared before I even really knew you.” You shift nervously in your seat. “I know it's a low bar… but you- catching me when I literally fell. The way you spoke. You were genuinely concerned, but you weren’t mean…” You took a shaky breath. “And you haven’t babied me, or treated me like I’m weak, or unable to help… You never spoke to me like I was stupid or useless… I…” You pause again to bite your lip. Your eyes turn to Eddie, he’s as stoic as ever but listening intently. “I have always been the one to care for everyone else- including myself. It always felt like an expectation that I needed to be a certain way for anyone to want to want me. Someone strong and able to help everyone while not needing to help myself.” You turn your body away as you wrap one arm around your stomach. “I haven’t spoken to any more than one friend for the last year and a half… God you know I have barely even left the house…” Your leg bounces quickly against the rest of the stool. “But even still, you guys want to care for me…” You smile softly as the words leave your mouth and your posture softens. Your shoulders slouch and your hands begin fiddling and picking at your finger tips.
“You want me around even if we’re not having sex. Even if you don't need my help. Hell, I had to fight you to let me help you- I still do. I’m more than some benefits of an ass to fuck or a tool to use… And… when I would get you to let me help- you didn’t expect that help from me all the time. Even now, I am helping Volt close up, but he didn’t want me to; but I did anyway. This time not because I feel it’s a requirement to keep you in my life, but because I wanted to care for him. I know once I’m done he will want to see me. He’ll want to care for me. Even if I couldn’t finish helping close… Even if I wasn’t in the mood to fuck… I don’t have to be afraid of being alone for not being those things for you.”
You feel your cheeks warm and your eyes sting. Your finger tips burn as you pick and pull at hang nails causing small pools to pool here and there. “And even more- I don’t have to guess at how you feel… I know you guys care. You show me so simply. Checking in, making me rest, getting me water, hugging me after you fuck me mindless… You never leave me alone… You never let me be alone… You…” You give a half hearted laugh “Get jealous over people you shouldn’t even be compared to to begin with… You… ” Your voice is so soft, barely above a whisper. You try to keep speaking, if just to fight the sadness welling in your chest and throat.
After a moment of your mouth opening and closing as you muffle sobs, your shining sad eyes find Eddies. He is frozen with surprise. His jaw and fists are tightly clenched. His eyes are staring at you like he could jump over the bar to hold you, but the pair of you hear a creek as presumably Volt comes down the stairs. You cover your mouth with your hand and quickly turn away to hide your face from Volt. You hug yourself as you shake. You are embarrassed that you got so ahead of yourself, afraid that you might have said something wrong. You squeeze your eyes shut to clear your vision of the pooling tears.
You hear Volt’s boots cautiously walk up to you and soon his warm arms slip around you and pull you into a tight hug. It's dead quiet in the bar other than the ragged panting from you as you muffle your crying into your hands. After a few seconds, you feel Eddie's rough hands grab your wrists and pull them off your mouth. He hugs them to his chest and stands close. You sob quietly into the safety of the pair as they cage you in their warmth.
It takes you a while to calm down, but when you do Eddie gently holds your face and wipes at the tear streaks. Volt gently rubs your back briefly before running his fingers through your hair and pulling it back into a pony tail. Once it is tied back he presses a sweet kiss to your temple.
You take a shaky deep breath and sigh out a statement, “You love me so effortlessly…” You finally continue. Your eyes locked on Eddie’s as he looks at you with a twinge of pain on his face after seeing you cry. “You care… and you love me… and you’re both so damn pretty.” You laugh into his hand against your cheek. “I am too damn lucky to not know that I need you in my life.” You close your eyes and suppress a sob against Eddie’s hand. “I need you so much…” You whimper into his hand. Volt and Eddie exchange a look. Eddie slowly pulls you against him, off of the bar stool. You bury yourself into Eddie’s body. He nuzzles his face into the top of your head and squeezes you gently. The squeezing causes you to hold your breath for a moment, before slowly letting it go.
“I need you too, live wire…” he whispers into you. He pulls away just enough to look at you again. His eyes are gentle as he looks at you. He gently holds your face again with one hand as his other finds one of yours. His eyes flicker to the hand he’s holding and a pouty look comes over him as he sees the bleeding hang nails on your fingers. He looks off to where Volt is quietly putting the cleaning supplies away. “We’re going upstairs now.” he calls as he pulls you along. Your eyes dart to Volt as he closes the broom closet door and begins to follow you. He doesn't look happy, his emotion is actually pretty hard to read for you.
Once upstairs you are sat on the small couch and Eddie disappears towards the bedroom. Volt comes in seconds later and sits down on the coffee table in front of you. You’re hugging yourself nervously as you look over his face, trying desperately to read his emotions. His leg bounces a couple times before he stands up in frustration and turns away for a moment. You fear that you upset him; maybe you misinterpreted something? You feel panic raising in your throat before Volt turns back. “What kind of person has sex with you and doesn’t care!?” he says loudly in frustration “Of course we care!” he is flopping between anger and reassurance as he paces in front of you. “I can’t believe you…” He grumbles softly as he marches to the kitchen and grabs a glass, his angry grumbles continuing as he fills it with water.
“I think he just feels bad…” Eddie says as he comes back with a small first aid kit. He sits next to you and takes your hand. He inspects every finger and cleans them gently with an alcohol wipe before bandaging it.
Volt comes back with the glass of water and holds it out to you. “Your crying is… it's hard on us… even if it's accompanied by you praising us in your own way…” he says awkwardly as he sits back down on the coffee table. You take a small sip of the water, still a little too choked up to drink well. “I’m sorry that you’ve gone through that…” Volt says as he watches you and Eddie patching up the last wound on your fingers. He gives a displeased look at the bandages on your hands. “You only deserve to be cared for…” he says as he takes one of your hands and gently presses a kiss to the palm. “Everything else… it all starts there.” He lowers your hand, simply fiddling with your fingers between his hands.
“Sex is something that requires care. Care about what you like. Of your body’s limits. Of what makes you feel loved. Care for what comes after you’re ‘fucked mindless’” He playfully quotes you. “Care for you is just the beginning of what we have to offer you.” He smiles at you lovingly. “Then comes the love.” He leans forward, and plants a soft kiss to your forehead “And all the ways we can give it to you…”
Eddie, after setting the first aid supplies aside, wraps his arm around you. “That includes getting jealous?” he says playfully, giving you a gentle squeeze. You croak out a small laugh as Eddie nuzzles into the side of your head.
Volt huffs and squeezes your hand gently “You are worth more than anything to us little spark. You are more than worth getting jealous over!” He gently kicks Eddie in the shin. “I honestly shouldn’t have ever let you out of the house in this outfit~” he says playfully.
Eddie chuckles, “God I forgot!” He sighs against you, “You should’ve left them in their fantastic red shirt™. Maybe then they wouldn’t have been flirted with all night!” Eddie nudges you making you laugh a bit more.
“I forgot too! God! You made me wear your underwear and everything!” you giggle softly before sipping your water. The pair of handsome boys laugh softly to themselves and the energy settles to a relaxing buzz.
You gently push Eddie away so you can lovingly play with his hair. At the same time, you reassuringly squeeze Volt's hand. “I’m sorry for the tears. They were a mixture of happiness and- well- sadness…” You look at Volt as he raises your hand to his lips again. “I guess I wasn’t as over all that negativity as I had thought I was.” You scoff at yourself. “I am very happy to have both of you here… to be yours, and to know you care.” You slip your hand out of Volt’s pair and use it to gently pull Volt into a shallow, passionate kiss. When you lean away you turn to Eddie and give him the same sweet kiss.
Volt sighs and moves to sit next to you on the couch, pulling your legs over his and latching onto your hand again. Eddie’s arms are around you and supporting you as they get comfy. Eddie nuzzles his head against yours again and kisses your ear making you giggle softly. He sits up again, leaning his head against the couch.
“I was so overworked and tired…” He says quietly “Then you came and Volt so easily flirted with you. I saw him smile to himself after we closed- He was pretty intrigued. But me? I was so tired I couldn’t even think of how beautiful you were.” He gently rubs a thumb on your stomach. “Until you showed up to help out the first day. You were so shy but so happy to be able to help Volt…”
“Help you.” You cut in as he speaks. You can hear an annoyed grumble as one of his hands comes up and roughly pulls on your ponytail. You squeak in surprise but Eddie forces you to stay looking forward to Volt.
“Help me…” He says almost reluctantly. “Then the next day, and the next… Seeing how much you cared about us. How no matter if you knew what to do- you would try so hard to do things to help. It made me embarrassed. You were so- strong. You- I ended up thinking about-“ He sighs heavily as he tries to collect his thoughts and words again. “I would wish I was strong enough to actually help Volt… To be able to help myself.” He pauses and slowly lets go of your ponytail, his hand dropping to hug you again. “It wasn’t like I couldn’t have asked Tony to help, he even offered. Volt offered, but- I wanted to be able to help myself, to do this for Volt; but I never felt like I was enough… Even before Volt- I was… I was alone a lot.” He squeezed you and rested his forehead against the back of your neck.
“Volt was the first person I couldn’t push away. No matter how hard I tried. Even when I would force him to sleep on the couch he would worm his way back to me… and above all he cared for me. He noticed the little things I would need: making me breakfast even when I didn’t feel hungry yet, making me drink water- hell, before Volt there wasn’t a day I was clear headed and sober…” He shakes his head against your neck. “He cared and- I tried caring but I felt so lost. I didn't know where to start, what to do. I can’t really cook. I didn’t know what romance even meant. I barely even took care of myself- ‘How could I ever make someone else feel cared for?’” You can feel his warm breath on your back and hear him sniffle as he gathers himself again. “So I made him a fucking whiskey sour.” He laughs harshly, tugging you closer. “I made him a stupid drink- and you know what he said?” Your eyes flicker to Volt, but he was looking down at your legs, his hands long since left yours and now gently caressed your legs. His expression is hidden by his now loose hair.
“He said he thought it was like me. That- he loved it, and then he asked me to make it for him every day.” He laughed softly. “He said I would ‘burn him’ with my eyes. My words would taste bitter like the lemon. The way I would ignore him was cold like the ice. And overall, there was sweetness in me, like the syrup. And the cherry…” his voice trailed hesitantly, “reminded him of my lips… That he loved that… me…” You can hear the embarrassment as he spoke. “God he was so romantic…” He huffed before giggling softly. “I had laughed at him. He was usually so suave! But as he said that he could barely look me in the eye!”
Volt covers his face with his hands, you can see a bright red ear peaking out from his hair. You hum an amused noise as you gently let your knee fall against Volt's chest.
“So I did- and I have. I make him a whiskey sour every night, and I try any other way I can to show him I care; even if it's just a stupid drink…” He falls quiet again for a moment as he thinks. “Volt cares so naturally, almost like breathing. And you had that natural want to, but it was different from Volt. The want was there- but the way your eyes seemed to beg me, ‘How can I care for you’. That hint of fear of not being able to help. You didn’t know how to help me- but I did. And so if I could rid your face of that concern by just telling you how to help me ... I decided I would need to swallow whatever lump was stopping me from asking for help and tell you how.” He sighs against you. “It wasn’t easy. I wanted to do it all myself but it helped you to let you work. Plus, I realized I really couldn’t do it all by myself.” He shifts a bit, a hand going back to wipe his nose as he sniffs. “Then when I felt myself falling for you the way I did for Volt, I got scared. I was sure you only did this for Volt, but you told me you liked my company. The smile on your face said it all. You liked working with me. You liked caring for me. You didn’t know how and yet you did, but I didn’t feel like enough. I didn't know how to show I cared other than shouldering everything that was wrong- and making a whiskey sour.”
He slowly sat up, one of his hands slipping from around you again and wiping at his eyes. “So I made one, and you loved it, and I found myself only deeper involved with you. The guilt of not being able to take care of the power myself for you made me feel worse.” You turn to look at him but his hand covers your eyes. Your hand lands on his wrist to pull it away, but he makes it known his hand is firm. “Then you found Volt and I in the back, arguing. And your eyes- your annoyingly beautiful fucking eyes- were pleading differently this time… You looked afraid like you were scared of losing us. You wanted so badly to help- to save us. God, all I wanted to do was to make you happy. I was so helpless- I had taken all these issues and didn’t let Volt or anyone help- And- I love Volt… and I love you- So… I had to let you help us…”
His hand slowly slipped from your eyes “And now… I am so fucking happy I did…” He said his eyes a soft pink from crying and his cheeks a blotchy red. “Because now I can learn how to properly care for you and Volt… I can make you as happy as you make me. I can stay and love you so deeply…” His face was a mixture of deep shame and pure happiness. You move, turning around to stand on your knees and pull Eddie into a hug.
“I love you Eddie.” You whisper into his hair as you hug him against your chest. You feel his hands claw at your shirt, desperately grabbing you like you might disappear any moment. He sobs quietly into you for a few minutes, releasing his built up feelings. When he calms down you slowly sink into a seat again. Eddie looks at you once his face is free from your chest. Your hands gently frame his face, thumbs wiping away his tears “I love you…” you whisper again as you stare deeply into his eyes.
“It isn’t that I can’t trust you...” he says, a hand reaching up and lying on the side of your neck. “I trusted you with everything… and I still do. I just can’t help you in the same way and it makes me feel so so guilty.” He almost sobs at the end, his eyes tearing up again. “I want you to be able to depend on me. I can’t just depend on you guys.”
You shake your head, “I depend on you for love. I depend on you for happiness. I depend on you for safety, warmth, and booze." You laugh softly as your thumb runs across his jaw to soothe him. “I depend on you. I love you. Even if you can only make me a whiskey sour…” You smile at him, tears welling in your eyes now too. You can see his eyes sparkle and shine at your words before he kisses you deeply and desperately.
When he pulls away, he sighs heavily. “This isn't some sick dream” he says halfway seriously, causing Volt to laugh behind you. You look back and see Volt's red face as he is once again pushing his hair back into a ponytail. He has no signs of tears but you can see his hands tremble slightly.
He turns to you and gently pecks your cheek and jaw as he wraps you both in a hug, squishing you between the boys. His lips find Eddie’s right in front of your face. You can feel the heat rolling off both of them as they lovingly make out. you rest your fore head against Eddie’s shoulder as your face flushes in embarrassment from watching the pair.
After a long moment, they pull away and stare into the other’s eyes. You shyly admire them, your eyes flicking between the pair’s loving expressions. Volt catches your eyes as they turn to him and you feel your heart jump to your throat as if you were caught doing something wrong. You look away as quickly as you can and Volt chuckles low again.”Live wire~” Volt whispers into your ear as he leans away releasing you from the sandwich.
You look up to Eddie who just smiles softly down to you. His face is red and splotchy but his tears subside for content happiness. You smize softly at him, giving him a gentle peck to the cheek before turning around and properly sitting in Eddie’s lap. You cross your legs with your back flush against his warm body as his hands find a resting spot on your thighs.
You look at Volt, who is sitting on his knees in front of you. His hands reach out and carefully take yours. “You both are really alike…” he speaks quietly, keeping your gaze locked on his. “You both want to give everything you can and you do…” He looks down to your hands now shaking his head. “I don’t know everything you both have been through. Or how it is to have ‘been through’ a moment… because of that, sometimes it is so hard to understand what you are thinking. Emotions I can read, but motivation is completely different. How you have experienced life can make you feel bad one day and fine the next, even when there is no visible reason why. If it's needing water, food, a shower, or affection; these are all things I can personally understand the cause and effect.” He sighs and looks at the reflection of the three of you on the TV. “But if it's a bad memory, some learned behavior, an expectation that you feel is wanted for you- I just can’t begin to understand where to start.”
He looks back to the two of you, his eyes not quite meeting either pair before him. “I don’t know what life is without someone, and I certainly can’t imagine it. I’ve never felt heartbreak, I’ve always had Eddie, and I know he hasn’t really been with anyone else. So tonight, seeing you with others, and thinking about how you might’ve been with others before. Wondering how easy it was for you, or if you still thought of them, if you still wanted that. It scared me, it upset me.” He shakes his head looking down again. “It’s so awful because I had no reason to, I just was.” He squeezes at your hands as he continues, “You both have lives full of reasons to be insecure, angry, and sad; but I… I’ve had it so good and I didn’t even know it. I haven’t had a dark moment in my life… Even when Eddie wouldn’t talk to me for days because of how upset he was at my antics, he would still show his love, still make me a drink… Even when the power was having issues, I believed he could handle it on his own like he said. I acted naive and ignored the issues; I never even let myself think that some bad thing could happen, just because I was here.”
He took a slow deep breath pausing for a long moment before continuing. “I… believed I could do anything to help you… but I don’t know how to heal the wounds of someone else’s neglect. I can’t make you feel like you’re enough, no matter how happy I am with you…” He looks up to you both, his hand releasing yours and finding a home on both of your faces. He looks sad, guilty and embarrassed; emotions you haven’t seen on his face before. “I realized I haven’t been very loving. Caring was always easy, flirtatious was fun, sex…” he looked away with a shy smile “...amazing… But that’s not all of loving… it's not the only thing that you guys deserve…” He looks at you both apologetically and sighs softly
“I don’t think I’ll ever say it enough…” His voice is soft and desperate as he leans towards you. “I love you…” he whispers as he presses his lips to yours, sighing into it as if he just got home from a long day. He pulls away and leans up to Eddie, planting a similar kiss after another sweet declaration of love. Your hands plant themselves on his chest. After he parts from Eddie’s lips he shimmies his legs closer to you, his hands moving them so they’re spread, finding a place between them to stay. You stabilize him against the pair of you as he leans his head against your shoulder. Like that you stayed for minutes, or maybe hours, just in comfortable silence and love that warms the pile of bodies.
The energy seems to almost be sucked from your group. You lean against Eddie, your weary eyes growing heavy in the comfort of your lovers and the heavy weight of silence. A lot had been said, but it felt like you all finally shared this weight, you finally connected again. Volt’s hand can't even grab at your hip or wrap around one of the wrists on his chest. Eddie’s hands occasionally squeeze at your thighs and his lips eventually find your shoulder. His lips lazily kissing at the fabric covering your body. Volt’s hand squeezes at the bruise he left on your hip hours earlier; you give a surprised squeak in response, your hand gently pushing Volt’s away in the pain. The boys look at you in quiet concern, and before they can ask, you shake your hand. “I’m fine…” you say in a small tired voice.
“What- what happened?” Volt asks as he looks over your body, his finger tips gently brushing over your stomach. You sigh softly as you look at him and pat his chest softly.
“Nothing nothing, you just had… You had grabbed me a bit hard earlier and it's a little sore” Volt looks over your body again as he tries to remember when that could have happened. His face is a mixture of worry, shame, and fear. You give an airy laugh as he seems to panic in front of you. “Honey…” you say sweetly as he looks you in the eye. You sit up and push your forehead against his. “In the office, while I marked you… I think it got to you too much and you just held me a little roughly~ It’s not like I'm complaining!” you brush your nose against his again, and laugh again. His eyes look at you with a small pout and you roll yours back. “God” you say playfully before kissing him deeply, pulling his hand back to its spot on your hip. You hear Eddie snicker behind you as you kiss Volt. You laugh softly into Volt’s mouth as you hear Eddie begin to chuckle. You pull away and cover your mouth as the pair of you slowly divulge into a fit of gentle laughter. Volt watches hopelessly confused.
As you both calm down, you slowly slip from between them. Volt looks hurt between you and Eddie, as if he were being abandoned. “What is happening!?” he asks loudly. “Where are you going!?” he asks, quickly grabbing your hand to stop you. You sigh softly as you catch your breath and grin at Volt.
‘You’re just too cute, dear…” You say as you lean down as if you were going to kiss him, his face melting into a puddle of needy love as he feels you sigh against him. “And God do I need to pee.” You place a gentle kiss on his forehead and slip out of his grip. “ I'll be back!” Your words do nothing to rid Volts face of abandonment as you leave the room, his eyes following you closely until you round the corner.
i'd like to add that the shadow color isnt necessarily dictated entirely by the primary light source, but the bounce light! so for the example of a sunny environment, the reason the shadows are blue are because of the light from the blue sky reflects across the environment; but, if the character were to be under tree cover, the bounce light would be coming from the leaves and thus the shadow would look greener.
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