Author's notes at end.
Warnings: Suggestive stuff; language; discussion of leather boot abuse
Disclaimers: I own this story, and a loud obnoxious bell. I don't own the good stuff, like Psymon. Or Eddie.or Mac.or Brodi. *depressed sigh* ...Wanna bell?
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"Eddie!! Wake up!" Eddie groaned and slung an arm over his eyes.
"What in the hell does Riggs want so fucking early in the morning?" snapped Psymon, propping himself up on one elbow so he could glare at the door through sleepy eyes. Eddie sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Come on Eddie! Open up!" Elise called again, knocking harder on the door.
"Come on Psy, let me up so I can see what she wants," Eddie grunted, shifting slightly. Psymon made a disgruntled sound and reluctantly sat up then proceeded to fall off the couch onto the floor. Eddie chuckled and peered over the edge. Psymon glared at him through sex-induced-sleep- clouded eyes.
"Find out what the hell she wants and then get your ass over here so I can have my heater back," Psymon ordered, rubbing the back of his head and grabbing the blanket that Eddie had grabbed at some point during the night. Eddie grunted and rose to his feet.
"EDDIE WACHOWSKI!!"
"Just a second Elise!" Eddie called back, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on. A few moments later he opened the trailer to an extremely irritated Elise Riggs.
"What in the hell took you so long?" she snapped, glaring profusely. Eddie yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry 'Lise," he grunted.
"Oh my GOD!!" Elise shrieked suddenly, making Eddie drop his hands and look around wildly. Not spotting anything that he figured would warrant Elise's outburst, he looked at her and was confused to she was staring at his throat and chest. One glance down told him why.
"Eh-heh-heh-heh." he laughed nervously. As if sensing what was going on, Psymon threw in a warning. 15 seconds too late.
"Oh yeah, you might wanna put on a shirt Eds. You've got enough hickeys to kill a goat."
"No shit Psy," Eddie hissed through his teeth, glaring over his shoulder. Psymon shrugged from where he had perched himself on the couch, sporting his own share of impressive bruises and bite marks.
"Eddie. with. Stark?" Elise choked, her look a cross between shock and disbelief. Eddie frowned slightly and nodded. Elise already knew he was gay, so as soon as she got over who he was with he knew they'd be good to go.
"So what'd you want?" he asked once she quit making fish faces.
"Oh, uh, Rhazel wanted to talk to you." she muttered, looking slightly embarrassed about her outburst. Eddie sighed and nodded.
"Sure, justa sec. gotta get shoes and a shirt." She nodded mutely, watching Psymon while she waited for the afroed-one. Psymon scowled at her and grumbled profusely under his breath about having his fun-time and heater taken away. Elise frowned at him slightly but said nothing for Eddie's sake.
"Alright, ready to go," Eddie said finally, grabbing a pair of sunglasses off the table and striding towards Elise, smiling warmly. Elise smiled back.
"You go ahead, I want to speak to Stark if you don't mind." Eddie looked mildly surprised but nodded.
"Sure. You two place nice now. 'Specially you Psy." Psymon offered him a feral grin.
"I expect a treat fer behavin' meself y'know." Eddie chuckled and waved over his shoulder.
"Sure Psy, sure."
"So what do ya want, ya blonde bazoomba?" Psymon asked a few moments after Eddie had left. Elise pressed her lips together in a tight line, glaring profusely.
"I don't like you, but I'll control myself for Eddie's sake. However, I want you to keep this in mind: you hurt Eddie and you're gonna have a Grade-A leather hiking boot shoved so far up your ass you'll be choking on the strings for a month, got it?" Her glare was icy cold and Psymon could tell she meant it.
"Well Riggs, you need to keep this in mind: I promised Eddie myself, for ever and ever. So if I do hurt him, you can shove both pairs of my premium, Grade-A leather hiking boots up my ass." Elise blinked then smiled slowly.
"Sure, give me something to look forward to."
"Not a problem. But if I have anything to say about it, you'll be waiting to do it for a hell of a long time."
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Eddie strolled along the crisp snow, humming happily to himself as he went. It had been a long time since he had woken up in this good a mood. Usually he liked to sleep for as long as humanely possible and if woken up before he was ready, was pretty pissy, but today.
'One would think,' he mused to himself, 'that last night's late. activities would leave me totally exhausted, but I feel great.' Shrugging it off as he reached Rhazel's trailer, he was curious to see that Rhazel was already waiting for him, door open.
"Good morning Wachowski, you're looking surprisingly chipper," Rhazel said brightly, beckoning for him to come in. Eddie smiled back and stepped in, closing the door behind him as he did so.
"'Lise said you wanted to see me about something?" Eddie asked, curious as to what it could possibly be with Rhazel in such a good mood.
"Sit down Wachowski," Rhazel ordered, still smiling. Eddie blinked and did as he was told. Rhazel waited until he was comfortable before continuing.
"Wachowski, as thrilled as I am that you have finally hooked up with one of the other boarders, although I am surprised at your choice, I need to ask one thing of you." Eddie flushed and stared at his lap, a slight nod Rhazel's only indication to continue.
"Do you think you two could be a little quieter?" Eddie's face instantly flamed crimson and he choked violently in surprise.
"Y-you would hear us?" Eddie asked bewildered. Rhazel nodded solemnly, his previously chipper smile a thing of the past.
"The whole lot could." Eddie chose to pale this time.
"You're kidding."
"I wish I was Wachowski. But I'm afraid if you two don't turn it down I'm going to have to ask you to only get together on nights when there is nothing important happening the next day. Brodi and JP in the trailers next to you actually moved to Mac and Luther's trailers on the other side of the lot and they still complained they could hear you slightly. About the only person who didn't hear you it seems, is Elise, and she's actually on the other side of the lodge, so I guess it makes sense." Eddie stared blankly at Rhazel then frowned slightly.
"Brodi was in Mac's trailer all through yesterday afternoon, when was he ever in his?" Rhazel blinked and frowned slightly.
"I'll talk to him about that. Anyways, go ahead and go back to your trailer Wachowski. And uh, please don't tell Stark." Eddie arched an eyebrow.
"Why not?"
"Because Stark is the kind of person who would see just how loud you could be just to spite the rest of us."
"Ah." Eddie swallowed and shook his head. Rhazel was right though, sad to say.
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So what'dya think? Was that a better chapter? I think it was. Sorry it took so long. My muse in charge of this fic, ODed on caffeine and had to go to the CAMA for a few days (CAMA- Caffeine Addicted Muses Anonymous). However, she has returned and so, we're back in business!
As always, please review! I don't care how many times (well, within reason. Don't review like, 35 million times or anything, that would totally fill up my mail box).
Warnings: Suggestive stuff; language; discussion of leather boot abuse
Disclaimers: I own this story, and a loud obnoxious bell. I don't own the good stuff, like Psymon. Or Eddie.or Mac.or Brodi. *depressed sigh* ...Wanna bell?
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"Eddie!! Wake up!" Eddie groaned and slung an arm over his eyes.
"What in the hell does Riggs want so fucking early in the morning?" snapped Psymon, propping himself up on one elbow so he could glare at the door through sleepy eyes. Eddie sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Come on Eddie! Open up!" Elise called again, knocking harder on the door.
"Come on Psy, let me up so I can see what she wants," Eddie grunted, shifting slightly. Psymon made a disgruntled sound and reluctantly sat up then proceeded to fall off the couch onto the floor. Eddie chuckled and peered over the edge. Psymon glared at him through sex-induced-sleep- clouded eyes.
"Find out what the hell she wants and then get your ass over here so I can have my heater back," Psymon ordered, rubbing the back of his head and grabbing the blanket that Eddie had grabbed at some point during the night. Eddie grunted and rose to his feet.
"EDDIE WACHOWSKI!!"
"Just a second Elise!" Eddie called back, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on. A few moments later he opened the trailer to an extremely irritated Elise Riggs.
"What in the hell took you so long?" she snapped, glaring profusely. Eddie yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry 'Lise," he grunted.
"Oh my GOD!!" Elise shrieked suddenly, making Eddie drop his hands and look around wildly. Not spotting anything that he figured would warrant Elise's outburst, he looked at her and was confused to she was staring at his throat and chest. One glance down told him why.
"Eh-heh-heh-heh." he laughed nervously. As if sensing what was going on, Psymon threw in a warning. 15 seconds too late.
"Oh yeah, you might wanna put on a shirt Eds. You've got enough hickeys to kill a goat."
"No shit Psy," Eddie hissed through his teeth, glaring over his shoulder. Psymon shrugged from where he had perched himself on the couch, sporting his own share of impressive bruises and bite marks.
"Eddie. with. Stark?" Elise choked, her look a cross between shock and disbelief. Eddie frowned slightly and nodded. Elise already knew he was gay, so as soon as she got over who he was with he knew they'd be good to go.
"So what'd you want?" he asked once she quit making fish faces.
"Oh, uh, Rhazel wanted to talk to you." she muttered, looking slightly embarrassed about her outburst. Eddie sighed and nodded.
"Sure, justa sec. gotta get shoes and a shirt." She nodded mutely, watching Psymon while she waited for the afroed-one. Psymon scowled at her and grumbled profusely under his breath about having his fun-time and heater taken away. Elise frowned at him slightly but said nothing for Eddie's sake.
"Alright, ready to go," Eddie said finally, grabbing a pair of sunglasses off the table and striding towards Elise, smiling warmly. Elise smiled back.
"You go ahead, I want to speak to Stark if you don't mind." Eddie looked mildly surprised but nodded.
"Sure. You two place nice now. 'Specially you Psy." Psymon offered him a feral grin.
"I expect a treat fer behavin' meself y'know." Eddie chuckled and waved over his shoulder.
"Sure Psy, sure."
"So what do ya want, ya blonde bazoomba?" Psymon asked a few moments after Eddie had left. Elise pressed her lips together in a tight line, glaring profusely.
"I don't like you, but I'll control myself for Eddie's sake. However, I want you to keep this in mind: you hurt Eddie and you're gonna have a Grade-A leather hiking boot shoved so far up your ass you'll be choking on the strings for a month, got it?" Her glare was icy cold and Psymon could tell she meant it.
"Well Riggs, you need to keep this in mind: I promised Eddie myself, for ever and ever. So if I do hurt him, you can shove both pairs of my premium, Grade-A leather hiking boots up my ass." Elise blinked then smiled slowly.
"Sure, give me something to look forward to."
"Not a problem. But if I have anything to say about it, you'll be waiting to do it for a hell of a long time."
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Eddie strolled along the crisp snow, humming happily to himself as he went. It had been a long time since he had woken up in this good a mood. Usually he liked to sleep for as long as humanely possible and if woken up before he was ready, was pretty pissy, but today.
'One would think,' he mused to himself, 'that last night's late. activities would leave me totally exhausted, but I feel great.' Shrugging it off as he reached Rhazel's trailer, he was curious to see that Rhazel was already waiting for him, door open.
"Good morning Wachowski, you're looking surprisingly chipper," Rhazel said brightly, beckoning for him to come in. Eddie smiled back and stepped in, closing the door behind him as he did so.
"'Lise said you wanted to see me about something?" Eddie asked, curious as to what it could possibly be with Rhazel in such a good mood.
"Sit down Wachowski," Rhazel ordered, still smiling. Eddie blinked and did as he was told. Rhazel waited until he was comfortable before continuing.
"Wachowski, as thrilled as I am that you have finally hooked up with one of the other boarders, although I am surprised at your choice, I need to ask one thing of you." Eddie flushed and stared at his lap, a slight nod Rhazel's only indication to continue.
"Do you think you two could be a little quieter?" Eddie's face instantly flamed crimson and he choked violently in surprise.
"Y-you would hear us?" Eddie asked bewildered. Rhazel nodded solemnly, his previously chipper smile a thing of the past.
"The whole lot could." Eddie chose to pale this time.
"You're kidding."
"I wish I was Wachowski. But I'm afraid if you two don't turn it down I'm going to have to ask you to only get together on nights when there is nothing important happening the next day. Brodi and JP in the trailers next to you actually moved to Mac and Luther's trailers on the other side of the lot and they still complained they could hear you slightly. About the only person who didn't hear you it seems, is Elise, and she's actually on the other side of the lodge, so I guess it makes sense." Eddie stared blankly at Rhazel then frowned slightly.
"Brodi was in Mac's trailer all through yesterday afternoon, when was he ever in his?" Rhazel blinked and frowned slightly.
"I'll talk to him about that. Anyways, go ahead and go back to your trailer Wachowski. And uh, please don't tell Stark." Eddie arched an eyebrow.
"Why not?"
"Because Stark is the kind of person who would see just how loud you could be just to spite the rest of us."
"Ah." Eddie swallowed and shook his head. Rhazel was right though, sad to say.
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So what'dya think? Was that a better chapter? I think it was. Sorry it took so long. My muse in charge of this fic, ODed on caffeine and had to go to the CAMA for a few days (CAMA- Caffeine Addicted Muses Anonymous). However, she has returned and so, we're back in business!
As always, please review! I don't care how many times (well, within reason. Don't review like, 35 million times or anything, that would totally fill up my mail box).