this was vommitted out. for @stossardgossard who wanted a fic based on a video of Stone giving Eddie guitar lessons on stage. It's more angst than smut😭 but it's smut-ish
stone x eddie
warnings: minor dub con, minor infidelity, timelines don't make sense (stone is getting a divorce as a plot point here), alcohol
“Come on, Stoney” Eddie grunted, leading the inebriated guitarist into his hotel room. It had been a good 15 years since Eddie had seen Stone this drunk. Apparently the divorce was NOT going well, as much as he said he was fine. 6 tequila sours at the hotel bar later and here he was, making sure Stone didn’t kill himself on the way back to his room.
He unceremoniously plopped Stone on the couch before going to grab him some water.
“I’m fiiiiiiiiine, Ed” he slurred, hanging over the arm of the couch. “Just leave me here…everyone else does” Eddie rolled his eyes and gave Stone the glass he had poured.
“OOO vodka?” giggled Stone.
“No you idiot…drink it, we aren’t young anymore.”
Eddie had to admit he was a little buzzed himself. It had been a long few months since recording had ended and the tour had started. Here was worrying that he didn’t have many more tours left in him after this one. But he couldn’t imagine his life without the guys in it, especially Stone. He missed being young and stupid with no responsibilities. Without a family, without a real place to call home, just living in the now.
“Do you ever miss me?” Stone interrupted his thoughts. He had taken off his glasses and had downed his glass of water and was now looking at Eddie with his big green eyes. Eddie was taken aback. He didn’t want to admit that he knew what the guitarist might really be asking.
“What? Like when we aren’t touring?”
“No…you know what I mean,” Stone slumped down further into the couch and spread his legs wide until his thigh was touching Eddie’s.
Eddie’s heart began to hammer in his chest. Stone was just drunk - he told himself.
“You’re drunk” he scoffed.
“And so are you,” he said, bringing his big hand to rest on Eddie’s thigh.
“I’m not that drunk,” Eddie said, but he didn’t move Stone’s hand away. Stone didn’t mean it. He was heartbroken and tired and stressed - that’s all this was. And Eddie was fucking married. He had been for a while.
“Do you ever think about it? How we used to be - “ his hand began to move up Eddie's thigh until it was right below his groin. Eddie's dick stirred in his pants and the singer quickly crossed his legs before it could go any further.
"What? two horny kids who couldn't deal with fame? Naw not really." God it was a lie though. Eddie had thought about those days often the older he got. He chalked it up to just missing his youth, when he had the stamina to fuck anyone that wanted to fuck him. Those early days when he and Stone were stuck in the studio together writing songs, to exhaustion. When they were lonely and tour weary. When it was "just to relieve some tension" and then it became "maybe we should do this again sometime" to "I fucking need you right now".
Stone leaned closer to Eddie, looking at him with drunk, bloodshot eyes before he kissed him, hand grazing against his beard. Eddie didn't kiss back, but fuck did he want to. His hands were clawing at his own jeans, trying not to run his hands through Stone's unruly, salt and pepper hair.
"You're a bad liar, Vedder. You always have been," and he kissed him again, forcing a small sound out of Eddie, who opened his mouth for Stone's tongue to delve into. He tasted like tequila and cigarettes, but underneath all that Eddie could still taste Stone, the way he always tasted. His heart ached and his cock throbbed in his jeans when he brought his hand to Stone's arm to gently push him away.
"Stone, please..." He was panting, they both were, "Please don't do this. Jill -"
"Do you tell Jill everything you do on tour?" Eddie swallowed at the predatory tone of Stone's voice. It made him want to fall apart the way he used to, when he was at Stone's mercy, always a blubbering, needy mess. Stone began to trail sloppy kissed down Eddie's neck, giving him goosebumps.
Eddie closed his eyes, trying to fight the assault on his senses but all he could think about was raking his hands through long brown hair between his thighs, long, calloused, fingers opening him up in a shitty hotel room, dry humping back stage just to come down from the high of a roaring crowd.
Stone clumsily straddled him, taking his face in his hands to kiss him again as he ground his erection against Eddie's own. Eddie kissed him back, even as he tried to push him away.
"I-I love my wife," he said between kisses, more to himself than to Stone.
"I loved mine too," Stone said, his voice cracking. Just a little hitch that any one else would have missed. "Please Eddie...I fucking need you right now..."
Eddie moaned into his mouth, those very words having a horrible pavlovian response on him. He pulled Stone closer, making them a mess of teeth and tongues. Stone began to move down Eddie's body as the singer opened his legs wide to accommodate him. What the fuck was he doing, was he really about to do this? He felt Stone fumbling with his belt and jeans and closed his eyes, trying to hide from the shame he was feeling. He felt Stone's head laid against his inner thigh, as his zipper was pulled down, and felt hot breath against his cock behind his boxers.
Then Stone seemed to stop.
"Stone?...are you-" Maybe he had a change of heart, thought the singer - when he looked down and saw the bastard had passed out.
Eddie let out a heavy sigh, fighting tears that were welling up in his eyes, trying to get his heart to stop trying to beat out of his chest. He laid Stone's limp body down on the floor with a pillow from the couch, zipped up his pants, and left to have a cold shower.
By showtime, Eddie was feeling more like himself. The crowd was especially electric and he was drinking in every second of it. Everything seemed to be back to normal, except he couldn't help but feel like Stone was starring at him a little more than usual. That sort of tingling in the back of your neck from being watched.
When Mike suggested they play a song they hadn't practiced during rehearsal, Eddie was all for it - thinking he was pretty good at improvising by this point.
He was on his way to Mike's half of the stage when Stone called him over. Eddie gulped but went over to where the guitarist was ready to show him the chords he had to play. The spotlight suddenly off of them, Eddie could feel his pulse begin to pound in his ears but he tried to be normal - Stone didn't remember anything, he told himself - why make things weird? The guitarist got close to him, showing him his fingers on the fretboard while not breaking eye contact. Eddie gave him a thumbs up to indicate he got what needed. Just before he moved back to center stage, Stone leaned over and whispered in his ear.
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