“So,” Eddie walks into the room, a little confused. “What’s going on here?”
Seth sniffs and wipes at his face. “Nothing,” he replies, voice all choked up. “Go away.”
“No, you’re crying. What are you crying about?” He sits down next to Seth. “Why the fuck would puppets make you cry?”
“They are Muppets,” Seth says, like that makes a difference. “Muppet Christmas Carol.” He stares at Eddie.
“Okay,” Eddie says, slowly. He feels like he must be missing something, but he has no idea what. “Should I…know what that means?”
“Have you never seen this movie?” Seth asks. “What the fuck?”
“We were a sports family, man!” Eddie says. “I didn’t, like, watch kid’s movies or anything.” He’s not sure why he’s suddenly defensive. “And why are you still awake?”
“I found it on Disney Plus, and I remember loving it as a kid.” Seth curls up on himself, and he looks so much smaller wrapped in Eddie’s clothes on his couch. “So…here I am.”
Eddie pauses. “Can – can I watch with you?”
“It’s almost over,” Seth says, hesitantly.
“Right,” Eddie says. He nods and backs away. “Yeah, course. I’ll, uh. I can –”
“I can start it over,” Seth says. “I wasn’t – I didn’t pay good enough attention, earlier.” His eyes are wide and pretty, and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never said no to eyes looking like that. “Will you watch it with me?”
Eddie settles in on the couch, pulling Seth’s legs into his lap, and watches.
"Yup." Seth spins, knowing exactly what is visible when he does it. They have an hour or two before they have to be at the Halloween party. He's got time.
"It's short." Eddie rubs at his head, his eyes locked hard on Seth.
"It's short on purpose," Seth says. "Couture and all."
"Couture my ass, Rollins, I know exactly what you're doing here."
Seth flutters his eyelashes and cocks a hip. "What am I doing?"
"This is worse than last year's fuckin' firefighter outfit."
Seth bends over again right in front of Eddie. "Yeah?"
"Christ alive, you're the worst."
"Am I?" Seth asks. He adjusts the nurse outfit to hike the skirt up just a little bit more. "Because I'm pretty sure your eyes are about to drill a hole into me."
"Gonna drill something," Eddie mutters. "Fuck. Fine. Insufferable bitch." He grabs a handful of Seth's ass and spreads his cheeks. Seth fights back a whimper. "Oh, of course you did." He sighs. "Fuckin' skirt."
"Fucking in a skirt," Seth clarified.
Eddie groans. "I cannot fucking believe I'm about to rail you."
"I bet I can get you off with just my voice." EddieSeth. (Will also accept other Eddie ships but EddieSeth my beloved)
Cures for Insomnia
~
Eddie’s yawning, almost asleep, when his phone rings. He swipes his hand back to the hotel bedside table to grab his phone and answers automatically. “What?”
He hears a tiny sigh on the other end.
“Damn it, Seth,” Eddie grumbles.
“I can’t sleep,” Seth says. Eddie can feel that pout through the phone.
“I could,” Eddie says. “What do you want me to do about it?”
Seth sighs again. Eddie might strangle him. “Maybe,” he says, slowly, intentionally, “you could do the thing we did last week.”
“Pretty hard for me to put my dick in your mouth when you’re somewhere in Eastern Fuckwad, New Jersey.”
“New Hampshire!” Seth balks.
“Whatever,” Eddie grumbles. But then an idea pops into his head, an idea that has been lurking for a little while. He’s suddenly very awake. “Baby, take your clothes off.”
Seth scoffs. “I’ve been naked for ages.”
“Your hand on that pretty cock of yours?”
Eddie hears Seth’s breathing hitch. “Yes,” he says quietly.
“Off,” Eddie commands.
He hears a thud. “Okay.”
“I bet I could get you off with just my voice, huh?” Eddie chuckles. He slides his hand into his own boxers, squeezing a little. “So ready for it, aren’t you, baby?”
“Only for you,” Seth says, voice all whimpery and sweet. “How would – how would you do it?”
“Get you hot and bothered,” Eddie says. He pauses to lick up his hand for glide and wraps it around his dick again. “But sounds like you did that to yourself, didn’t you, pretty baby?”
Seth hums at the praise. “Yeah,” he giggles. “Couldn’t sleep so I looked through some of our old messages. And then I got to pictures.”
“Yeah, the pictures,” Eddie says. “You love looking at yourself covered in me, don’t you.” He chuckles when Seth lets out this high pitched whine. “Yeah, you don’t even have to tell me.” He sighs. “Tell me what you want, next time we’re together.”
“Wanna come to your place?” Seth asks, almost pleading. “Sleep in your bed. Where the whole house smells like you.”
“We can do that,” Eddie says. His hips are pushing up slowly into the circle of his fist. When he listens to Seth’s breathing on the other end of the line, he can almost imagine it’s Seth’s hand or mouth making him feel this good. “But you’re tired and you gotta sleep tonight, baby, so I won’t make you wait until I talk you to it. Put your hand on your dick. Pretend it’s me.”
“Okay,” Seth whimpers. He lets out a long, wanton moan, something that speeds up the pace of Eddie’s hand. The little whimpers in the back of his throat grow louder as he gets closer. Eddie tries to get himself there alongside Seth, who likes it when they come at the same time. Eddie’ll give Seth anything. “Almost,” Seth gasps. “Almost, Eddie.”
“Go ahead, baby,” Eddie grunts. “Come for me.”
Seth comes with a sigh and Eddie follows, closing his eyes so he can picture what Seth looks like on the other end of the phone. Hair fanned out on the pillowcase, pretty little smile. Seth always looks so good underneath him. Eddie lets the image wash over him as he comes. When he finally can focus again, he hears Seth chuckling on the other end of the line.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” Seth sighs. “You’re just – I miss you is all.”
“I miss you, too,” Eddie says. He pulls his hand out and stands. “Go to sleep. It’s late.”
“Okay,” Seth murmurs. Eddie knows from experience he’s already gotten a tissue and cleaned himself up, and is halfway to sleep. “Love you.”
Eddie freezes. “I – you do?”
“Mhm,” Seth mutters. “S’okay if you don’t say it. Want you to know.”
“I – goodnight, baby,” Eddie says. “I’ll see you soon.” Eddie hangs up and cleans his hand, and wonders just when he fell in love with Seth Freakin’ Rollins.
5 any seth ship (we all know seth would just watch and be pretty about it)
Too Pretty to Work
5: Putting together Ikea furniture
~
Eddie's covered and sweat and halfway through putting together this godforsaken bookcase when he realizes Seth's been sitting cross legged and annoyingly cute on the couch watching him for at least twenty minutes.
"Christ, baby, you could at least make yourself useful by handing me tools."
Seth raises an eyebrow. "Is that an invitation?"
"No, I literally mean - Jesus, Mox was right about you." He shakes his head as Seth's expression goes pouty and offended.
"What mean thing did Mox say now?"
"That you like to woo guys in with your big pretty eyes and then make us do shit you think you're too cute to do."
Seth shrugs. "It works, doesn't it?" He tilts his head to the side. "I mean, you'll get anything you want after."
Eddie stares at him. "Anything I want?"
Seth nods, and has the audacity to bite his stupid lip. "Anything you want, Daddy."
"I want you to get your ass over here and help me."
"I said after!"
Eddie laughs and tosses the directions toward Seth. "You're lucky you're pretty, you insufferable shit."
"According to Matt, that's what Mox says to him."
Eddie frowns. "Yeah, well, we unfortunately share types."
Seth's expression goes to one of Eddie's favorites - horny with a touch of deviance. "Share?" he asks, blinking.
"Fuck almighty," Eddie says, shaking his head as he drops it into his hand. "You'll be the death of me, Rollins."
