ok ok so y'all know how on Arma's route (if you have enough GODDAMN SPECS DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED), a fire almost starts in the first floor bathroom because Eddie didn't clean water off an outlet? well...in the game, Eddie says he got careless and Volt says he was overworked as usual...however. what if there was a different reason Eddie missed that spill, hm? (this does get a teensy bit suggestive!)
Ah, shit. Sinclaire got water on the outlet in the downstairs bathroom. Eddie can feel it on his skin, like a painful itch. He’d ask Volt to go handle it, but it’s the middle of a bustling night at the Breaker Box. So he decides to take care of it himself, slinking off unnoticed through the back of the bar.
He thinks to himself that he probably wouldn’t have had the confidence to leave the club like this without all you’ve done for him and Volt. He feels relatively safe leaving the Breaker Box now, knowing there won’t be any sudden power outages. Volt has been telling him for ages that he should get out more, but he never felt he could. Not until now. Not until you.
Speaking of you…he isn’t expecting to see you there, in the shower, when he arrives. Your dateviators definitely aren’t on, and you’re singing all your cares away under the hot steam. With a small “amp’s sake” whispered under his breath, Eddie does his best to stick to what he came there for. He heads straight for the outlet, not even glancing in your direction. He ignores your lovely singing and he ignores the fact that you’re naked and he ignores the curiosity building in his gut…
And he fails miserably. He doesn’t look, he doesn’t dare. In fact, he faces himself entirely away from you. He’s in the Breaker Box nearly 24/7; he’s never seen you like this and doing so without permission feels…inexcusable. But he can’t help the way his mind sticks to the idea of your bare body like glue. Your bare, wet body under the shower wat-
The shower. Wait. Wait. It hits Eddie then that fucking Johnny Splash of all people gets to see you naked on a regular basis. In fact, the more his mind dwells on it, the more objects around the house he realizes probably see you like this a lot. Betty gets to watch you change, Tyrell gets to press against your soft skin, hell, River gets to feel every inch of you–
Eddie hears a soft sigh behind him and peers over his shoulder, just barely. He watches Johnny look intently at your body as you wash yourself. The shitty singer’s lips are parted, his eyes half-lidded, and his cheeks are bathed in rouge.
Fuck. Fuck. Eddie snaps his head back around. He’s never been this jealous in his entire fucking life. Should he–? No. No, he won’t. He can't. It's wrong. And in his rush of horny jealousy, he leaves the bathroom in a hurry without ever cleaning up the spill.
Which leads to the next day, when you, Arma, and Maggie confront him after a small fire almost gets started in the downstairs bathroom…because of water on the outlet.
Eddie can’t look you in the eye. He can meet Arma’s gaze as she admonishes him, and he apologizes to her for being careless. But he can’t meet your gaze at all. And the worst part is he can feel the way you’re fretting over him, eyes flitting over his face, his body, for any sign of what is making him act like this. It only serves to make his skin prickle and grow hotter.
Volt grins next to him. He knows exactly what’s going on, of course. He’s known what happened ever since the previous night, when Eddie marched back to the Breaker Box with a flush up to his ears and an undeniable tent in his pants.
Volt made him explain, obviously. In delicious detail. When Eddie’s tale was told, his other half merely hummed in approval and said, “Now do you see what you’ve missed by cooping yourself up in here all these years?~”
Eddie kept muttering about how disgusting he was for even thinking of sneaking a peek at you. Volt tutted at him and asked, “Did you actually look, Eddie?” The reply was an immediate “No!” “Then you need to stop being so harsh on yourself, love,” Volt cooed reassuringly. “Anyone would be tempted; our live wire is gorgeous, after all.”
So now, back in the present, standing next to his boyfriend while he gets scolded, the dazzling host of the Breaker Box drapes an arm over Eddie’s shoulders. He tells Arma to go easy on the man, that he’s been a bit overworked as of late. He winks at you on the word “overworked,” to which you arch an eyebrow. Eddie looks away harder, if ‘looking away harder’ is something it’s even possible to do.
You and Arma turn to go, and Volt’s arm quickly travels from Eddie’s shoulders to the small of his back. He gives his other half’s hip a small pinch. “You’ve worried them, you know,” he grins, as Eddie buries his face in his hands. “They’re definitely going to stop by tonight. And when they do–” “Volt,” comes the muffled reply. “Fine, fine,” the man in question acquiesces. “You can tell them what I meant by overworked, then, Eddie.~”
