It was one of those nights. The nights where his thoughts felt too big for his head, and it felt like it was about to explode any second. For some reason, his bad days were always on the same days as Chuck's. All he had to do was wait. At some point, the door would open, and chuck, messy and drunk as usual these days, would try to find a little warmth in a cold world.
Light danced underneath his door. Someone cursed, and the door opened silently, like it had tried this so many times that it knew what to do. Chuck's expensive shows made it through the door first, followed by his awkward body. Eric sat up, fingers curling the sheets. There was a tightening in his chest, and he wasn't sure if it was because of Chuck, or his soon to be exploded head.
He couldn't see much in the darkness, and as soon as the door closed, he was blind. The next thing he knew, lips that tasted like vodka and lipstick, were on his, and fumbling hands were on his torso, trying to make out exactly where Eric began and ended. Chuck was always able to find his lips, somehow.
He was pushed down, and happy that he barely wore anything to bed. Chuck quickly shredded his clothes, with the speed that only came from practice. Eric, just coming to terms with the fact that he was gay, enjoyed the feeling of Chuck's well-defined body above him. With desperation and longing to feel anything but the throbbing pain of thinking too much in his head, he went down on Chuck, who was now naked and needy. Eric knew that there was no room in Chuck's head for anyone but Blair, but that Chuck loved him in his own fucked up way, and that was enough for him.
Chuck eventually pulled Eric up again, and returned the favor. Eric enjoyed escaping, and ignored how Chuck's mouth smelled like alcohol and how he left bite marks and hickeys everywhere. It was a habit of his, but made it hard for Eric to hide their nights together.
It was a really bad night for the both of them, and it wasn't that slow, careful sex, they had whenever they both just needed to be reassured that it was okay and a warm body to cling to. Chuck quickly stopped his movements and leaned over to the table on the side of the bed to find the condoms and the lube that the drawer was always full of. Just in case.
They had done this plenty of times, and with the ease that comes with knowing each other's bodied that well, Chuck quickly got Eric ready, his breath short in Eric's ear. They melted together, Chuck's pushes fast and hard, like he was hurrying to go somewhere. Chuck knew exactly what made Eric come, and Eric was quickly happily lost in the world of bliss, together with Chuck.
As soon as they breathed somewhat normally again, Chuck got up and pulled on his clothes. He left no trace of the fact that he had ever been in Eric's room, that this had ever happened, except for the marks on Eric's body. It was an unspoken agreement, that this was kept so quiet that there was no chance that anyone would ever find out.
Chuck crept out of the room without a word, and Eric was left alone, his head now throbbing again. Even worse than before.