Sollux had a few things for which to count himself lucky.
For one, if had he been home, he would have had his mother lecture him not only about how he shouldn't be on the "darn computer" so late, but also about how he was working without proper lighting. However, he was working late due to the fact that a crossed wire had left him with only one week to complete a project. Halloween just happened to be day six of said week. Thankfully, given the holiday, most of the hall happened to be empty; out at events of some sort, but such jocularity thankfully gleaned right past him and let him be.
His friends hadn't though.
As it seemed, his newfound friends were the kind who would make every effort they could (wanted or not) to get him to join them, but he had told them repeatedly that not only was he busy, but not interested. Also, not dressing up.
While FF had been crushed, KK had commended him for escaping their clutches.
Once again, Sollux's phone thrummed on his desk, notifying him of a series of texts.
hey jerk
here have a l00k at what y0u are missing 0ut 0n
y0ure still welc0me t0 c0me th0ugh
jerk
One more text, this time a photograph: Nepeta and Aradia in matching Tinkerbell-esque fairy costumes complete with sparkly translucent wings, green and red respectively, grinning and hugging each other on a poorly-lit couch while flashing two-finger victory signs.
He flipped the phone open, getting a good glimpse of the picture and scowling at the text beneath it. Right, because he was some stupid scourge of a monster because he wanted to actually stay in the goddamn school she'd cajoled him into applying to in the first place. He threw the phone onto his bed and began typing once again.
Type type type.
Whose business was it if he hated parties anyway?
Type type backspace.
Introversion isn't a crime; not everyone is a party person. Simple fact.
Type.
It wasn't like he was skipping out on friends for shits and giggles, either. No finished program equals no pay, no pay equals no tuition, no tuition equals no more lunches with Little Miss Giggling Morbidity at the school's god-awful cafeteria. It doesn't take a genius to do that math.
Type type pause.
…Not that Aradia had any way to know about that. Nobody knew about this job. That was the whole fucking point. That was why he was getting a few grand a month in unmarked bills, from a different address every time, without so much as a spoken word to his employer.
Pause recline grumble.
Aradia couldn't know what he was up to, he made damned sure of that. If she had the slightest notion, she'd understand, and she'd also understand why she couldn't know.
Type backspace type profanity highlight erase-all type.
In truth, he had been pretty rude to her when he turned down her invitations, especially when she called from the party. Like, really fucking rude. If anybody else had talked to AA like that, Sollux would have punched them in the nads and kicked them in the kidney. And here he was, asshole of the decade, pissing on the good nature of the one chick who could put up with him and his shit for, for how many years?
Stand turn retrieve phone.
He had to make things right. He had to call her and explain everything and beg her forgiveness and she had every right to never talk to him again and—
He really needed to finish that program. If he barreled through the night he could get that shit done, no problem, so long as he stayed focused. It probably wouldn't even be an all-nighter; he had the logistics all mapped out, it was just a matter of putting together the code to make it work. It was, what? Nine fifteen now? Shit, if he couldn't get this done by four in the morning, he'd eat his own shoes.
Put down phone.
Retrieve bottle of Voltage instead.
Chug.
Tomorrow he'd make everything right with Aradia. He'd apologize and buy her pancakes and she'd insist on paying anyway and he wouldn't let her, and she'd show him pictures of all the shit he missed at the party and tell him any good stories-which was really better than going because he wouldn't have to actually deal with all those fucktards in person-and everything would be honey and flapjacks and nothing would hurt.
Tomorrow.
Type type type.
Right now, he had shit to do.
The program was almost done except for the final troubleshooting when insistent knuckles rapped against Sollux's bathroom door, around two-something in the morning.
Sollux tried to ignore it, but ended up pushing himself up from his desk chair and tearing his door open and staring at the intruder. He was barefoot, and hadn't even the patience to put his sunglasses on for the benefit of company.
Eridan's long fingers darted out into Sollux's hair as he brought his lipsticked lips to his in a sloppy, vodka-flavored kiss.
Sollux squawked slightly at the sudden intrusion, trying to pull back somewhat, "What are you doing?" Regardless, his underwear had already begun to grow tighter as he smelled Eridan's perfume, all other thoughts falling to the wayside and left behind in the dust.
"I'm hungry, Sol..." Eridan drawled, pushing him backwards towards Sollux's bed. "Spent all night dancin' an' I got me isuch/i an appetite." He put on his falsetto, and Sollux could feel a hard lump against his hip through Eridan's tiny black dress, "You ain't gonna deny a girl, are you Sol? I know you got somethin' I can enjoy, an' my mouth's waterin' just thinkin' about it."
Shit-Sollux thought, his flesh burning from his collar bones all the way up to his ears as he gulped in a breath. This was wrong, this was wrong and stupid and sudden and he really shouldn't take advantage of him if he was this drunk, but...Eridan was the one initiating? Did that make it all right? He leaned against his bed, staring at Eridan barely illuminated by the light of his laptop. Stark white blended with the haze of shadows against his features. His lips were slick with a lipstick color he couldn't identify. He breathed in once more, chest shuddering in slight panic.
…Maybe it was all right.
Beer-clumsy hands gripped and kneaded down Sollux's neck and shoulders, his chest and sides, inching further down. Eridan purred, kicking off his heels, "Pleeeease, Sol? I been thinkin' on you allll night, you an' that thick, hard cock a yours." Pushing Sollux to the bed, he sank to his knees between Sollux's legs and began to kiss and pet the fly of his jeans. "I want it so bad, Sol, you don't even know, but you, you're game to feed a starvin' girl, ain't you?"
Sollux involuntarily pushed his hips up into the needy petting, unleashing a low groan from his throat as he nodded his head, "Then go on and do it."
If asked later, Eridan would insist that he took so long unfastening Sollux's fly to tease him, not because he was too drunk to get it right on the first try, and a merry "fuck you" for insinuating otherwise.
He managed to open Sollux's jeans successfully and tug them down to his ankles. He began to mouth Sollux's erection through his briefs with exaggerated moans, leaving lipstick smears on the white fabric as he spread Sollux's thighs further with his hands.
Sollux dropped his head back and hissed through his teeth-cock growing harder, more sensitive the longer Eridan put off freeing him. He wasn't in any rush, but the merciless teasing was making his head spin. Fuck, he thought. Sollux opened his eyes briefly, staring down at him with a gaping jaw, "Such a slut..."
"Mmhmm..." Eridan hummed against Sollux's member, licking the cheap cotton blend towards the tip. He drew back and ran his thumb along the underside, and began to tug his briefs down. Sollux obliged by lifting his hips, and Eridan wasted no time in slithering the flat of his tongue along and over Sollux's cock.
Sollux was flabbergasted at the sight of him so shamelessly worshipping his dick. He couldn't think, couldn't do more than just watch him for a few moments. His tongue slipped over a particularly sensitive fold beneath his head and made him choke out a cry, his head fell back as he tried to catch his breath, "Shit ED, fucking- come on and suck it..."
Eridan glanced up, worming a finger behind Sollux's sack. "No appreciation for a good build up, I swear." He mouthed his way down along the side to the base and nuzzled Sollux's thigh, "I been waitin' for this all fuckin' night; you'll live through two minutes a sweet teasin' while I savor this."
Before Sollux could object, he began to suck on Sollux's scrotum.
Sollux actually groaned out loud from the sensation, thighs tensing, toes twisting around each other before he growled, "Needy fucking cumslut."
Eridan licked up the underside to Sollux's tip, moving at a snail's pace, himself growing harder at every frustrated, horny little noise Sollux made. He gripped him at the base and began to palm himself through his panties as he swirled his tongue around the tip and closed his lips around the head of Sollux's dick.
Sollux groaned once more, "Go down, go down, come on..." He finally dug his fingers into Eridan's hair and gripped tightly, pushing his hips forward.
"Hold up a sec." Eridan pulled away only long enough to pull off his wig and cap, freeing his brown and purple locks, natural waves flattened by an evening out. He stroked Sollux with one hand, grinning as he guided Sollux's hand back into his mane, "If you're gonna pull my hair, make fuckin' sure I can feel it, capiche?"
Sollux's eyes were pitch pools upon Eridan's and he tugged fiercely on his hair. Sollux' could feel Eridan's breath on his cock, still glistening with his saliva, "You want it so bad ED, so get to it already."
Eridan groaned and his hardness twitched, but he put all his focus on Sollux as he dove down to take a few inches of him into his mouth. He bobbed his head and sucked, his mouth warm and wet and eager.
Sollux's grip softened for just a moment as he was swallowed. He let his thoughts go silent for a moment, instead just relishing that tongue, those lips around him.
Eridan tightened his lips as he pulled back his head, drawing off him with a wet pop. He worked a finger behind Sollux's sack, eyes flicking up to Sollux's as he teased him with the point of his tongue. "Am I pretty, Sol?" he asked, barely-audible and voice slurred and dripping.
Sollux's voice came rough and only half sarcastic as he responded, "Oh yeah, you're so fucking pretty."
"Say it like you mean it. Please?" Eridan pleaded, pouting, his lips brushing against Sollux's frenulum as he spoke. "Call me a sexy li'l slut. Pull my hair like you need me, scratch my shoulders like you're brandin' me. Just...fuckin' do it!"
The brush of those plush, made up lips rubbing him right there caused Sollux to push his hips up and groan up into the air, dropping his hands down and gripping Eridan's shoulders. The hands then moved back up his neck blindly to pull at his hair. 'Yeah... yeah you fucking whore..." He spoke more to himself than to Eridan, forcing his cock back into the inviting mouth and holding the back of his head, "Take it, take it you slut..."
Eridan cried out, so sweet and needy it took Sollux by surprise, as he dug his fingers into Sollux's thigh and pressed harder into his taint. He quickly grabbed Sollux's shaft and greedily forced him into his mouth until the head brushed against the back of Eridan's throat. He pulled back only enough to bob his head, a speedy rhythm of messy slurping.
Sollux encouraged him under his breath, thrusting his hips, "That's right, yeah, do it, suck me off you little shit."
Whimpering through a more-than-ample mouthful, Eridan doubled-down and took more of him in, courtesy of a gag reflex long since worn into submission. Eager though he was to please, he spared one hand under his skirt, fumbling to tug down the panties he had, in more sober hours, had the forethought to put on over his garter-belt and thigh-high fishnets.
Sollux tensed and hissed through his teeth-struggling to hold back, not wanting to come so fast, but Eridan was making a huge effort in trying to make him come already. That night had sucked, the program, the parties, the guilt trips and the self-hate and the error-does-not-compile messages…everything about the night up until Eridan's abrupt entry could go suck hairy donkey balls, but this? This was fucking bliss.
He bit down on his lower lip and continued rocking his hips with a wicked grin.
Yearning for more words, more praise, more abuse, Eridan sucked and slurped like a pro, the hand between Sollux's legs inching backwards to tease him just so, the hand between his own legs desperately fisting his own member.
"ED, yeah, oh damn, fuck..." Sollux spread his thighs, cheeks spreading as well under his fingers.
Eridan bobbed his head lower, his lips finally brushing against the base of Sollux's shaft. His fingers worked back and forth, pressing and kneading against Sollux's by-now familiar peritoneum.
"Suck it down..." Sollux grinned wolfishly, "Get your fingers back further, you slut."
Eridan wasted no time, sucking and bobbing with his whorish best as his fingers circled Sollux's puckered hole.
The sensitive nerves of his entrance were being stimulated, causing a weird, heady sort of heat to build up back there as well, Sollux could ask him to push in, it was so easy, so very easy, and Eridan might not even remember in the morning to gloat over…but that would require lube before it became a good idea.
Fuck.
He hissed once more, a leg sliding over Eridan's shoulder and relaxing into the lazy position, "Yeah, yeah, ED that feels good, yeah, you want to fuck so bad, don't you?"
"Mmmmhmmm!" came the needy hum, and Eridan bobbed his head in agreement. He tightened his grip around himself, hazily wishing he'd thought to slick himself up before starting all of this, and he paused only to wipe his palm against his precome-dribbling tip. "Mmmm…."
"Oh, oh-!" That hum served to make Sollux tense and thrust his hips, the building, molten heat finally erupting from within him as he tugged Eridan's hair, "I'm gonna-" Without further warning, Sollux emptied himself, stroking and gripping Eridan's neck, and he found he could only breathe in broken gasps.
Eridan spluttered in surprise and he drew back, as he felt the hot come pouring into him. He lapped along the underside, base to tip, as he drew away, catching every drop of Sollux's seed in his mouth or on his tongue, and he smiled wickedly at Sollux, breathless and with a white trail on his tongue. He swallowed, "Tell me I done good."
Sollux panted, leaning forward with a dizzy nod, "Shit yeah you did, ED. You hunted me down just for that?"
Shoving Sollux's leg off his shoulder, Eridan straightened and leaned towards Sollux, pumping his dick faster in his fist. "Tell me that was hot as fuck."
Sollux was silent for a moment, looking down at Eridan's rapidly moving hand and smirked, "Really? You need me telling you that or you can't sploodge yourself?"
Eridan grunted in frustration, and pressed closer, wanton and panting. "Tell me, Sol! Tell me you want me doin' that more often. Tell me you want me to come. Tell me you want me!" He arched back and groaned, loudly, "Please!"
"Jesus ED, you are desperate, aren't you?" Sollux chuckled, speaking under his breath. He slid his hands in Eridan's hair once more, squeezing tightly, "Yeah, you can go on and finish yourself off good and hard in your hand, slut."
Eridan clamped his eyes tightly shut and cried out, "SOLLLL!" as he climaxed, bent over Sollux's lap and emptying his load into the pool of denim and briefs pooled at Sollux's feet.
Sollux's eyes widened and he sat transfixed at the sight of him, feeling heat stir in him once again. He'd never heard someone call out his name so passionately before, and he hadn't even touched Eridan's cock. He dug his teeth into his lower lip and watched the spoiled, bratty little twat come completely undone over a few little words and an abused scalp and shoulders.
When he was finally spent, Eridan collapsed on the floor to his side, panties around his knees. He took a few shaky sighs and rubbed his throat, "Fuck, you ain't exactly easy on the jaw, are you Sol?"
Sollux shrugged unapologetically, leaning back against his wall with a long exhale, "Hey, you started it."
Laughing softly, Eridan slowly rocked up to a seated position, and hoisted himself up to his feet with the help of the edge of the bed. "It's a fair cop."
Sollux cocked his head slightly, not opening his eyes, "Hmm?"
Eridan leaned down, a little wobbly, and patted Sollux's cheek. "Don't worry your pretty li'l head on it, tasty." He picked up his wig and turned to the door, his panties falling around his ankles, and he failed to notice stepping out of them as he swayed his way out.
Dizzy himself, Sollux flopped to his side, not even bothering to pick his pants and underwear off the floor quite yet. Lower half cold, he dragged his blanket up around his legs and let his eyes drift shut for a few moments. Everything else could wait.
The door shut behind Eridan. A soft sound of water in the sink, a cup clinking against the sink, and another door, and Sollux could hear no more.
