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As Eddie let the water run, waiting for it to heat up he stretched and sighed. He was exhausted and sore from working since sunup. These farms out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere North Dakota are no joke. When his mom sent him out here to help out, he didn’t fully grasp how much work it would actually be. He’s staying with his Uncle Roy, although he has no actual relation. In fact, this is the first time Eddie even really recalls meeting the man, although his mom will tell him it’s not and go on and on about how Roy used to help babysit him when he was a kid before she moved them both to Indiana.
Apparently, his mom’s parents used to be really close friends with Roy’s parents which in turn made them friends when they were young, almost like brother and sister and have kept in touch still but rarely get to visit. And she talked often about how she’d love so much for Eddie to see where she’s from but couldn’t ever afford to go with him. And then one night she apparently worked out something with Roy where Eddie would spend the summer in North Dakota helping out on the farm as room and board to stay with them and see the town (not that there was much to see or do here). But nonetheless here Eddie was only to make his mom happy. If it wasn’t for that he’d have booked it out of here the day he pulled into the driveway.
Not only was the work backbreaking and there was absolutely nothing to do around here, but Eddie could deal with all that he really could, what he can’t deal with is Roy’s oldest son. Gator. Eddie has never wanted to beat the smug off someone’s face more than he does every time he sees it on the guy’s stupid face. Which is just about 24/7. And he’d do it but then…. Well, he can’t imagine Roy would be too happy which would in turn make his mom unhappy, not to mention Gator is a Sherrif’s deputy and his father the fucking Sherrif…. so, he bites his tongue and keeps his rage in check. For the most part. He can’t help it when a snide remark comes out when the guy is being an idiot. What Eddie can’t understand is how a douchebag like him has a girlfriend. And one as seemingly sweet as the one he has. It just doesn’t make any sense. Eddie just feels bad for the girl, honestly, that she puts up with all if it. The only thing Eddie can assume is that by some reason he’s good in bed or has a huge dick…. Or maybe both. Eddie can’t deny, when Gator’s siting just right and those stupid cargo pants he wears get tight in just the right area…the man doesn’t look small, by any means. (Yes, he’s looked. He’s human, you can’t blame him!) He’s also noticed that Gator is actually objectively extremely hot. But, either way… how could it really be worth it enough to deal with… everything else…
Eddie stepped into the walk-in shower; water finally hot enough to soothe his aching muscles. He let the water run down him, calming his overworked body. Sighing again as he stretched once more before washing up quickly and then spending a few more minutes in the hot water. He closed his eyes and rubbed his neck and began slowly moving down his body, lightly massaging any area that was particularly sore. Moving down with the water letting the warmth relieve the pain.
His hand drifted further down, down to his cock. He gave it a light tug. Maybe a quick orgasm would help him relax for bed. He moved his hand back and forth, up and down his length. It wasn’t long before he was hard and began moving his hand faster. He was tired and wasn’t looking to take his time. His goal was to get himself to orgasm as quick as possible so he could go to sleep. He dipped his thumb in the slit and squeezed the head a little, all the tricks he knew could get him there quicker. And then, without his permission, unfortunately not even for the first time, Gator’s face appeared in his thoughts. Then more than his face and his imagination was running wild. Imaging Gator was the one touching him. Even though he was an asshole, goddamn he probably fucks really well. He was getting close, really close. He was on the crest of orgasm when the door slammed open. Didn’t he lock it?
“Did you hit on my girlfriend?!”
Eddie’s hand whips from his dick like it burned him and his eyes fly open at the sound of Gator’s raised voice breaking the lull of the running water. Eddie panics, barely making out a squeaked, “w-what?...”
“Don’t fucking what me, man! Answer the question.” Gator demanded, he was closer now, his voice coming from the doorway before, now from somewhere in the bathroom halfway to where Eddie was naked in the shower. Fuck, he’s naked and Gator is in the room, shower curtain his only protection.
“No!” Eddie nearly screamed. Fuck, he’s naked with a hard on and Gator is right on the other side of the curtain. And Eddie has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Don’t fucking lie to me! I know you did!” Gator was once again even closer, like he took another step each time he spoke.
“Look, d-dude,” Eddie takes a couple deep breaths, “I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t hit on Alex!” Please don’t open the curtain, please don’t open the curtain. Eddie begged silently.
He was not granted his wish as, “Yes, you did!” was yelled at the same moment the curtain was slung wide open, leaving Eddie fully exposed. He quickly moved to cover his dick with his hands, trying to cover his modesty but more so his fucking erection which has not wavered a single bit it seems even with the fear. Fuck you, dick.
“Dude, what the hell?” Eddie yelled.
Gator reached in and shut the water off, “She fucking told me so don’t even try to lie.”
“I don’t know what the fuck she told you, but I didn’t hit on her!’ Eddie wished he would just fall through the floor.
“She said you told her she ‘looked really pretty today’. Gator stated, one hand leaning against the entryway of the shower the other hand on his hip, and a little too close for Eddie’s liking, to his gun that he still had strapped down to his thigh. He must have just got home from work and came in here to bombard Eddie.
“Jesus fuck…” Eddie sighed. “She was dressed for a fucking interview to get a promotion at work. I ran into her in town this morning and she told me about it, so I told her she looked pretty to help encourage her for fucks sake. God, if I’d known it would cause this, I’d have kept my damn mouth shut, sorry for complimenting your goddamn girlfriend in hopes she’d do well, I will never talk to her again I promise you that.” Eddie scoffed.
Gator stood there and stared at him. Eddie felt like his skin was burning, it was so intense. “Oh…” He finally said.
“Yeah.” Eddie rolled his eyes a little and because he just couldn’t help himself he muttered, “fucking, prick.” And he watched as Gator’s eyes darkened. Shit…. immediately Eddie knew he fucked up.
“The fuck you say?” Gator took a small step closer. Anything more and he’d be stepping into the shower.
“Nothing. Sorry.” Eddie quickly tried to placate him.
“No. Tell me again.” Gator demanded.
“Look, man,” Eddie started, “I’m sorry. I won’t say shit and I’ll never talk to Alex I-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Gator leaned in closer; Eddie snapped his mouth shut. “You know what I think?” He asked but Eddie could tell he wasn’t really expecting an answer. “I think…you talk too fucking much.” He leaned in even more so that Eddie could feel his breath on his face. “And I think, we need to find a way…” his eyes flicked down to Eddie’s lips, “to really shut you up.”
Eddie swallowed hard. He assumed he was about to get the beating of his life but… what the fuck? Surely Gator didn’t mean… there is no way. He tried to open his mouth to speak but before he could try (not that anything would come out) Gator slapped his hand over his mouth. “I thought I said to shut up.” Eddie took deep breaths through his nose as he stared at Gator, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“Don’t even try to act like you don’t want this.” Gator’s words took Eddie a little off guard (or more off guard). “I’ve seen you… staring at me.” Eddie’s scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “Don’t feel too bad. I’m a cop. I’m trained to notice things others don’t.” Not that any of that helped Eddie to understand what was happening. He can’t be for real right now. Gator just smirked before glancing down between them at where Eddie’s hands were covering his dick. Eddie could move away; he could push Gator off. But he didn’t, instead he let Gator look, and then… he let Gator push his hands away, revealing his very much so, still hard dick.
Gator sucked in a quick breath at the sight. “Fuck, are you hard already?” He glanced back up to meet Eddie’s eyes, “... or were you hard before I got here?” Eddie made a small noise, unable to stop it, unable to look away. Gator smiled, “You in here jacking off, huh?” After a bit of silence, it was evident he wanted an answer this time. Knowing damn well he should be getting the fuck out of there and against all his better judgement, Eddie nodded. “Fuck…” Gator whispered. “Thinking ‘bout me, weren’t you?”
Eddie didn’t answer. He didn’t start out that way, but Gator did pop up halfway through ‘cause he always does. But did Gator really need to know that? Eddie started panicking a little again and thinking of an exit strategy. Before he got far though, he was pushed back. Gator standing in the walk-in shower fully dressed, pressing Eddie flat against the wall, hand still over his mouth. “You were.” He stated. Eddie’s silence being enough of an answer for him. “Fuck…that’s so fucking hot.” Eddie stood there. Frozen. How is this happening right now?
Gator leaned down and nosed at Eddie’s neck, hand still over his mouth. He felt his tongue dart out and lick at the water droplets, sending shivers down Eddie’s body. Then he felt Gators other hand slip between them and brush against his cock, making it twitch. He blew out a puff of air, almost a moan, into the crook of Eddie’s neck before he wrapped his hand around the shaft, causing Eddie to jolt a little. He wasted no time and began moving his hand up and down his length at a decent pace. Eddie let out a moan around Gators hand when he twisted his wrist just right and flicked the head in a way Eddie had never felt before. A muffled fuck was garbled behind the hand covering his mouth. Eddie pried his own hands off the wall they had been glued to behind him and wrapped both around Gator’s wrist on his mouth. Not pulling it away but just holding on. Needing something to ground himself.
“Yeah? That feel good?” Gator asked. Like he couldn’t blatantly tell by Eddie’s moans and writhing. But nonetheless, Eddie nodded. Not wanting him to stop for anything now that he started. But just like that, Gator was leaning back up and stopping his movements on Eddie’s poor aching dick. He pulled his hand down from Eddie’s mouth and Eddie started to think he was about to leave, and this was all some sick joke, he should have known better- “turn around.” Eddie’s eyes shot to Gator’s. He was serious. Fuck, he was very turned on, Eddie could tell, his pupils were blown, barely any hazel color visible. Eddie wasn’t much far behind he’s sure, and at this moment he thinks whatever Gator wanted he’d give him.
He leaned up from his position of bracing most of his body weight on the wall, his legs feeling a little wobbly. Slowly he managed to get himself turned around, ass popped out slightly and hands braced against the wall. He heard a shaky fuck. But when he didn’t hear anything else, and Gator hadn’t moved he started to freak out again and quickly turned his head to look behind him. Gator was still there. Still fully clothed, just staring. When he caught Eddie staring back at him, he snapped back to himself and smirked.
Eddie watched at Gator adjusted himself in his pants and he thought he might finally get to see what the other man was hiding down there but instead he reached back out and touched Eddie again. Hands on both sides of his hips and he grinded on Eddie once before stepping back. He used his grip on Eddie’s hips to pull back, causing Eddie to almost slip but Gator’s strong grip held him up as he adjusted Eddie where he wanted. Bent over and braced only against the wall, ass out.
Gator’s hands then moved down to cup each cheek before pulling them apart, leaving Eddie’s hole exposed for the world Gator to see. Eddie started to worry that Gator was about to just whip it out and try to fuck him right there but before he could truly panic, he heard him spit and then felt it land in his crack right above his hole and drip warm and wet down over the puckered area. “Fuck.” Eddie whispered uncontrollably. Gator spit one more time in the same spot, his accuracy is spot on, letting it drip down before Eddie felt him release one hand’s grip and a calloused finger rub over his sensitive hole. He slowly swiped his finger around and through the spit then rubbed in circles around his rim, not putting any pressure yet just massaging the area.
He felt Gator’s body heat as he leaned down over Eddie’s back to whisper in his ear, finger still brushing around his pucker so nicely, “Hold yourself open for me?” He phrased it almost like a question and yet demand at the same time. Eddie obeyed regardless, unable to care anymore. He reached behind himself and replaced Gator’s hand on the cheek he still had a hold of, while gripping the other as well and pulling apart, allowing Gator full access. “Good.” He said barely audible and if he wasn’t speaking directly into Eddie’s ear still, he probably wouldn’t have heard it, was probably not supposed to hear it. But it still made Eddie feel butterflies inside at the praise.
Gator shifted back just a little, just enough and spit again, landing directly on his finger and Eddie’s hole. He rubbed it around before Eddie felt the familiar pressure of a finger pushing and breaching his tight rim. “Mmmmm,” Eddie moaned at the slight burn as Gator continued pushing his finger in more and more until his knuckle was touching Eddie’s skin. He wasted no time before he was pulling back out and pushing right back in. Eddie whined a little at the stretch. Gator was moving pretty quickly and there was not enough lubrication, but he’d be damned if he’d tell him to stop, enjoying the mixture of pain with the pleasure.
A little too quickly Gator pulled his finger out and spit on his hole again before Eddie felt two fingers massaging around the barely loosened hole and pushing in with no stop in sight. “Ahhh shit….” Eddie tried to make it sound more like a moan than a cry of pain, but he must not have done very well as Gator’s fingers stopped moving almost immediately.
“Sorry. Is it too much?” Gator asked, voice back next to his ear again.
Eddie shook his head. Trying to be convincing, he knew if he tried to talk his voice would give him away. He just really didn’t want to risk Gator leaving now. He’d never dreamed this would ever actually happen and he’s still not convinced this isn’t some kind of hallucination. He couldn’t risk it now.
“Eddie?” Gator said his name, in the stern, you better tell me tone.
“M-maybe…just a little.” Eddie started but quickly added before Gator could even think of removing his fingers, “I like it though! I like it hard it’s just it’s a little…. dry?” And Eddie died internally at his word usage, but it got the message across.
“Fuck, shit…” Gator swore, “Sorry, I thought it would be enough.” Eddie started to say that no it was fine and just get on with it when, “Here hang on.” Gator slowly pulled his fingers out and Eddie wanted to scream No don’t leave, instead he whimpered the slightest bit at the feeling. “Sorry.” Gator said again. He felt him pull back and away and Eddie was going to stand up but Gator said to hang on implying he’d be right back, so Eddie willed himself to stay put, Ass sticking out, hole probably puffy from the abuse. He just swallowed and kept his eyes closed. Listening for the sounds of the door opening and Gator walking out.
Instead, he heard a couple cabinet doors open and some shuffling items around and then a quiet ah ha and then boots across the bathroom floor back in his direction. “Okay here we go. Ready?” Eddie nodded. He heard the sound of what he thought was a pump bottle and then Gator was leaning over him again and he felt two fingers rubbing at his hole again, but this time they were coated in something cold and almost slick. Seems good enough, Eddie thought. And before too long, those fingers were pushing in again and slid in much slicker than before, Eddie could still feel the stretch but not so much burn anymore. “Better?”
“Yeahhh….. ” Eddie said in more of a moan. He felt Gator smirk against his ear. He kept moving his fingers in and out, twisting and scissoring, opening him up. He began incessantly rubbing around, searching and then- “FUCK!” Eddie nearly screamed.
“Mmmm…” Gator moaned quietly in his ear, “There it is.” As he kept pressing at the spot now. Circling it and tapping it like a button.
“Fuckkkkk….” Eddie could feel his legs shaking and like he was about to fall when Gator wrapped his other arm around underneath him, holding the body weight Eddie couldn’t anymore. Eddie felt the pressure building. He’s never came just from a prostate massage before but he’s honestly feeling close to where he might for the first time.
And just like on queue Gator asks, “Could you come just from this?”
He's still not sure but it really feels close, “Maybe…” He answers. And then on a particular good pass and the right pressure he adds breathily, “p-probably.”
“Mmmhmmm…” Gator almost laughs and if Eddie wasn’t in this predicament where he can barely keep any composure, he’d smack the guy. “Well… as hot as that would be- “ he pushes harder and circles a little faster- “we can’t be having that…” And slowly pulls his fingers back away from his prostate without fulling pulling them out, “yet.”
Eddie wants to cry. At the loss or at the relief from the utter pleasure, he’s not sure. Maybe both somehow. Instead, he just releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding and tries to stand more stable on his own feet but as he tries Gator moves his fingers again and adds a third finger. He pushes them in slowly, careful to avoid Eddie’s prostate for now. “Gotta make sure your nice and open for me.” He says in explanation of the three fingers. Oh, God is he implying? Eddie found himself pushing back on the three fingers breaching him. “God, and you open so well for me too, fuck…”
“Mmmm…” Eddie manages in response.
“Gonna feel so perfect around me, I fucking know it. So fucking perfect. Like you were fucking made for me.” Gator begins to ramble.
“Ga- “Eddie tries to start. “Gator…. p-please…” Never in his life did he ever think he’d beg Gator for anything but here he is, all sense lost, bent over like a whore, begging Gator for his presumably big dick. And he couldn’t care fucking less.
“You think you’re ready?” Gator asked.
Truthfully Eddie has hyped himself up over Gator’s cock for so long now that he honestly wasn’t sure at all whether he was ready for it or not, but he did know he was tired of fucking waiting for it. “Yeah.” He stated. “Need it.” And that was the real truth.
“Okay.” Gator stretched his fingers wide a few more times, twisting as he did before slowly pulling them out. Eddie took a few deep breaths, trying to center himself. He felt like a love drunk schoolgirl or something. Like he couldn’t think straight. And there’s a joke in there somewhere considering his position. But he needed to try to clear his head. Try to think rationally and not just dick drunk for Gator. He has to have boundaries, he has to have rules, has to-
“Oh Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk….” Eddie moaned loudly as the tip of Gator’s slicked up dick began slowly breaching the rim of his finger stretched hole, which at this moment was now feeling like he didn’t even get fingered at all for how fucking tight he felt and how fucking big Gator’s dick truly felt. He braced his hands on the wall in front of him, fingers gripping at nothing. As the head finally popped in, he sighed as Gator paused to let him adjust. “Holy shit…” Eddie squeaks when he can finally manage words.
He hears Gator huff in a quiet chuckle and whips his head around the best he can to glare at him. He’s met with a gorgeous sight.
Somehow in the time Eddie was having an existential crisis Gatorential crisis? Gator had managed to remove his tactical vest, tight black police t-shirt still on but rucked up past his belly button exposing the sexiest happy trail and v line he’d ever seen for sure, gun belt removed and laying safely on the ground outside the shower, camo cargo pants undone in the front just enough to get his cock out, and his hair falling down in his face in the cutest way. He’s only ever seen him one other time where his hair wasn’t perfectly slicked back or under a ball cap, and it was after he and Gator had to fix one of the fences together cause Eddie didn’t know the first thing about fixing a fence.
Roy had told Gator to go help him, which Gator wasn’t too happy about. And what should have apparently taken only a couple hours at most according to Gator, ended up taking all afternoon because Eddie kept fucking up according to Gator. But by the end of it, working all day in the sun, they were both exhausted and covered in sweat and Gator’s perfectly styled hair was sweaty and the gel wasn’t holding anymore. He remembers thinking that day too how cute he was with his hair flopped down in his face, hazel eyes peeking out from behind the long locks. He thinks if he cut it just a little and styled it a bit, he’d look way better leaving down in his face like that then slicked back.
Eddie was brought out of his daze when Gator started pushing in again. “Ahhh…” Eddie groans as his head falls back down. He didn’t actually get to see Gator’s cock but for fucks sake does he feel it. He begins to pull back out slowly before pushing in again, keeping a slow pace of in and out and pushing just a little deeper each stroke in until finally he bottomed out and paused, fully sheathed inside Eddie’s warm heat.
“Fuuuck…” Gator breathed out like he was holding his breath. “Goddamn, fuck, fuck…” He jostled just a little and Eddie whimpered. “Sorry, fuck, your…your so fucking tight… God-“ Eddie agreed. He literally felt like he was getting split in two. He was so big it almost ached. Eddie has never had anything this big inside him before and probably should have stretched more beforehand and definitely should have used actual lube, the lotion or whatever Gator found worked better than spit and wasn’t too bad for fingering but not nearly as well when it came to taking the size of Gator. He made a small noise in response; it might have been a whine, but he’ll never know for sure. “Oh, fucking fuck…I’m so close already goddamn. I feel like I’m one sneeze away from coming my brains out.”
Eddie hummed whined? again, as Gator leaned down to drape his body over Eddie’s and breathed right in his ear. “Just like I thought… you feel so fucking perfect around me, Eddie.” As he punctuated the end with a short quick thrust, and this time… Eddie did whine. Gator followed up with slow small thrusts, trying to get Eddie adjusted. “There you go, baby. Just relax. You feel so good. So goddamn perfect. So tight around me. Fit me like a glove…..” Gator’s ramblings were kind of dorky, but Eddie couldn’t deny how kinda cute they were at the same time and how hot too. “Gonna fuck you so good. Make you see stars. Ruin you, baby.”
“Mmm-mmm-mmm,” Eddie moaned at three rapid fire thrusts before going back to slow and deep. He had both hands on Eddie’s hips using the grip to push and pull Eddie up and down his cock rather than moving himself. It made Eddie feel like a rag doll, being used in all the best ways. But soon Eddie could feel his legs weakening, and like Gator could sense it he moved his grip to wrap around his waist, almost curling around his body to keep him upright, as Gator’s thrusts got harder and faster in this new position. He managed to brush against Eddie’s prostate on one stroke and Eddie wailed, “Fuck!” Hands griping at nothing on the cold shower tile.
“Here. Hold on, baby. Lemme…” Gator started as he paused his movements and adjusted Eddie’s position. He set his grip around Eddie’s waist to pull him to stand up, causing him to moan at the feeling of how Gator’s cock shifted inside him as he did so. And all while staying inside him, he moved them so Eddie could prop his leg up on the shower seat and Gator could pound his ass from behind. Which he wasted no time in doing, taking to going at almost rabbit speed, thrusting in and out with short quick bursts.
“G-Ga-tor…Fu-uckk-uck-ckkk…ah-ah-ah…” Eddie moaned, broken by his violent pounds, rough fabric of Gator’s pants brushing against his ass.
“Oh, God…that’s so good…so fucking good. Fucking goddddd….” Gator groaned as he fucked Eddie to no abandon. Eddie’s brace on the seat and wall wavering with each thrust; until Gator stopped abruptly, dick buried in Eddie’s ass. The only sound for a few seconds was their heavy breathing.
Eddie started to come back to some senses enough he was about to ask what Gator was doing- “I want you to ride me.” Gator said breathless. “Oh Fuck… want you- “
Eddie was going to ask him how exactly he was going to do that given their location, but Gator started moving on his own. He pulled out, causing them both to hiss a little, and moved Eddie’s leg down off the seat before moving to sit down, still fully fucking clothed might he add. Then took hold of Eddie by the hips again and pulled him to himself and patted his lap. Eddie had barely a second to glance down at it before Gator was pulling and forcing him to climb up on the seat, knees bracing him on either side of Gator’s thighs. He didn’t even have time to get comfortable before Gator is guiding his length back inside him and pulling him down on him until he was fulling seated in his lap, cock buried to the hilt, deeper inside him than Eddie ever thought possible. He whimpered, probably pathetic sounding and hid his face in Gator’s neck. He took a few deep breaths, trying to relax his muscles and adjust to Gator’s length in this position. Fuck, he smells good. Hints of the cheap cologne he uses mixed with the musk from the summer day that gave him a good natural smell that had Eddie melting deeper into it
Once his breathing finally evened out, he felt Gator shifting around beneath him. Right. He lifted his head from the cozy safeness of Gator’s smell and braced himself with a hand on either of the other man’s shoulders. He adjusted so his knees were braced better as well and began lifting up until his length was almost slipping out, then let himself drop back down, hard. “FUCKKKKK” both groaned in unison at the feeling. Eddie quickly recovered and lifted again and slammed back down and again before changing the pace to shorter and quicker bounces up and down. Gator’s hands once again finding their place on Eddie’s hips, helping to support and lift him.
“Oh, fucking God, Eddie…You’re so good…so fucking good, fucking shit.” Gator moaned in his ear, as he began to meet Eddie’s thrusts, slapping into him causing his cock to find the perfect spot inside him to cause Eddie to scream out.
“Fuck, Gator…Oh fuck, fuck, fuck….” Eddie cried as each thrust continued to pound into his prostate, sending him so close… “Gator… fuck… I’m so…”
“Fuck, me too, baby.” He reached a hand between them to grasp hold of Eddie’s cock and started jerking him off quickly in time with their thrusts. “Come for me. Fuck, come on. Want to see it. Want to see you come, baby. Fuck, fuck… you’re so good, so fucking good, come for me, oh fuck come for me, Eddie. Want to see it. Want to feel it. God, fuck…”
“Gator…fuck fuck fuck- “ Eddie continued chanting fuck over and over, it was all he could manage as Gator continued meeting his thrusts, continued pulling Eddie down to meet him, continued fucking Eddie’s dick with his hand, continued talking=
“Fuck, goddamn, so tight, so good, come on… God Eddie need you to come for me. Need it. Your so fucking perfect, need to see it… need to make you feel good. Fuck, come on baby, fuckkkk…..” Gator rambled nonstop as Eddie screamed fuck fuck fuck until like a crashing wave against rock Eddie tensed, all sound trapped in his throat as his orgasm hit him harder than ever before, white was all he could see, and he could only vaguely hear Gator in the distance, “Fuck, yes… that’s it, ah fuck, your squeezing me so tight, fucking can’t even move, God fucking damn…fuck, baby, that’s it, yeah, there you go… fuck- “
Once it finally passed through him, Eddie took a much-needed deep breath as colors began to come back to him, and feeling. “Fuck… fuck, fuck, Gator- “ He whimpered as Gator continued to thrust up into Eddie’s sensitive hole.
“Almost there, baby. Fuck, just gimme- “ Gator started as he gave a few more good hard thrusts, “Ahh fuck- “ He groaned and tensed before reaching up with Eddie’s come covered hand, to grasp Eddie’s face and pull him to him quickly, as he placed his mouth on Eddie’s and thrust in to the hilt one last time and orgasmed deep inside Eddie. Tongues meeting as moans slip out from both of them and Gator works himself through his own violent orgasm as he wriggles around inside Eddie until he’s finally satiated and stills.
It's a while before either move. And a while before they stop kissing. Gator is still buried inside Eddie, but neither can be bothered as their tongues meet and hands roam. Gator tastes like the fruity flavored vape he smokes and Eddie kinda craves more of it. He runs his hands up, up to Gator’s hair, taking the opportunity to really mess it up, running his fingers through it and gripping lightly, causing Gator to moan quietly. Making Eddie moan back. It’s not until Gator moves just right to jostle the now softening dick inside and causes them both to hiss at the feeling, that makes them pull away from each other.
Without a word, Eddie slowly sits up at the same time Gator lifts him up and slides him off. Soft dick slapping down against his thigh and Eddie’s now thoroughly stretched hole clenching around nothing. He lets Eddie sit back on his lap for a while, this time he rests his head back down in Gator’s neck again, breathing that strictly Gator scent. He feels a hand creep down and a careful gentle finger prodding and rubbing around his puffy ring.
“Mmmm…” Eddie groans quietly at the feeling.
“You feel okay?” Gator asks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
And now that Eddie has finally orgasmed, he’s come back to his senses mostly, and it’s comical that Gator is now concerned for Eddie’s wellbeing when not maybe 30 minutes ago he basically hated him. He’d laugh but can’t find it in him after such a good fucking orgasm. “No. I don’t think so. Gonna be sore as all fucking hell tomorrow- “Eddie chuckled a little, “But…it was worth it.”
“Yeah…” Gator mumbled. They stayed like that for a while before Eddie felt like he could fall asleep there. “I, uh…” Gator started, and Eddie slowly opened his eyes. “I should uh… probably…” And Eddie nodded into Gator’s shoulder and lifted his head.
“Yeah… “ He repeated and moved to slowly stand up. His legs were a little shaky due to the strain of use. Gator helped him to stand and braced him by his hips until Eddie felt he could stand sturdy enough on his own. “Thanks…” He whispered. Gator just nodded and stood up. He took off the condom, which thankfully he had had the wherewithal to remember that, tied it off and tossed it into the trash can with again, perfect accuracy. Tucking himself back into his pants, he stepped around Eddie and out of the shower. He leaned down to grab his gun belt and vest from the floor. Although it seemed like he was rushing quickly out the door, it didn’t seem so much like running somehow.
“I’ll uh… “ He turned around to look at Eddie, “let you… get back to your shower.”
Eddie chuckled, “Yeah, I think I kinda have to start all over now.” He joked.
Gator smirked. “Yeah… sorry.”
“Ehh…” Eddie waved him off, “like I said… It was worth it.” Gator smiled one last time before waving goodnight and slipping back out the door. And as he’s passing through Eddie swears he sees Gator pull something that looks suspiciously like a lockpick out of the lock in the door. So that’s how he got in, seriously?! Eddie took a few minutes. “Fuck…” he whispered in disbelief. Then, “Fuckkk….” He groaned at the soreness in his ass and lower back, although a pleasant reminder, still… and he was even more exhausted. But he was pretty disgusting, so he turned the water on again, waited for it to warm back up and rinsed off as quickly and as gently as he could while also being thorough. He got out, dried off gingerly, sore muscles on top of sore muscles. Slipped into his sweatpants, forgoing underwear for tonight and walking slowly to his room. He didn’t bother with brushing his hair or anything, just slipped under the covers and closed his eyes. True, pure exhaustion hitting him. Tomorrow would be a bitch and a half to get through, but he can’t say he wouldn’t do it again. He was almost drifted off to sleep when… oh fuck…Alex. Eddie’s eyes shot open. Gator has a fucking girlfriend and Eddie just let him fuck him… what the fuck was Eddie thinking? He wasn’t he knows that… but… fuck…what does he do now?