Miss You

Title: Miss You
Author: NGM
Disclaimer: Reservoir Dogs, uhh… this is NC-17, but it’s uhh… well, it’s not sex-persay. You’ll have to see. I’ve never done this before, so we’ll… uh… see, I suppose. Aah… This is right before the office-scene in the flick, the Mr.Blonde part, which will be continued through the next two music-themed parts. The lyrics are from a Rolling Stones song, with the same title as this fic. The version I listened to was the one that was performed on the Austin Powers 3 soundtrack, very, very great song.
Dedicated to: “V”ictor (because every Vic needs an “Ed”die)

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The first thing that woke Eddie Cabot up this morning was the irritating ring of his portable phone. Though it could hardly be called ‘portable’ in any way shape or form, the thing weighed about as much as a brick, and looked like one to boot.

[I’ve been holding out so long
I’ve been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you]

However, with a grumble, the man twisted beneath his lavish sheets and comforters, reaching blindly towards the little side table where the sound continued to reverberate through his bedroom.

Blinking, Eddie sat up on his elbow, staring at the off-olive digital on his phone. Yeah, top of the line ‘hi-tech’ shit right here… The number, however, was what caught him off guard.

“Hullo…?” Came his gruff, but somewhat hesitant answer to that incessant ringing.
“Hey… Eddie…” Was the soft reply, in a voice that hadn’t been heard in more than four years. A gasp was his reply, and the now-awake man clutched the phone to the side of his face with both hands, there was no way…
“Vic…?”

[I’ve been hanging on the phone
I’ve been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you]

Victor ‘Toothpick’ Vega had been sentenced to four-to-eight years for Grand Larceny, Trespassing and so on… though he was acquitted for the trespassing. Oddly enough, the man who had been arrested for a misdemeanor or two had acquiesced to his arrest without any trouble… But what didn’t change was the fact that he’d been in jail for a solid four years, without any outside contact to the Cabot family.

Eddie and Vic were best friends. They’d grown on each other over a short period of time. The way they met wasn’t as conventional as elementary school, though they did meet somewhere around the first year or two of middle school… Vic was the little brother, of eight years, to a man, well, then teenager named Vincent.

Vince wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, not by a long shot, there were thousands of analogies to describe how not particularly bright the guy was, but he had good instincts, and deep devotion to his family. The boy’s father had disappeared not long after Vic was born, and their mother… Well, it was a long, involved story, but it was safer to say that she wasn’t in the picture any more. So by the time Vincent was 18, Vic was only 10. Which meant that of course, if Vincent was going anywhere, his brother would be tagging along.

It didn’t take much time for the older Vega to follow (loosely) in his father’s footsteps, so when he found himself at the front door of the Cabot estate, Vic was standing behind him, trying to be a smug, cool little kid in the shadow of his long-haired brother.

That’s when this whole thing started.

And it had spiraled into something wild from the get go. Vincent was working for Joe Cabot, doing odd jobs and shit; in exchange, he and his brother got to stay at this huge house until Vince had made enough money to afford suitable living arrangements for the two of them.

No one really expected the somewhat antisocial-by-proxy Vic to become best friends with the somewhat-spoiled Eddie. They complimented each other in a funny way, one had everything, one had nothing. They had both suffered without one or the other parent, until Vic was left with just his brother, and Eddie his ‘daddy’ as he so fondly called him. And they were inseparable; the two took very little time to adjust to one another.

Eddie was just happy to have someone around, and yeah, the kid exuded cool. And sure the first few days were a little rocky. Joe’s son was well, he was fairly shy, to begin with, and well, this kid was one of the ‘guy’s’ brothers, and well… Maybe they shouldn’t be conversing or anything, but they were still drawn together.

By the end of the first week, Vic was sleeping on the floor, by choice, in Eddie’s room, where the two would stay up and babble about stuff they had no one to talk to about. It was… more than a beneficial relationship. They were instant best friends, and that’s how they stayed.

It took a while, more than seven months before Vincent had his shit together, but, at that point Vic wasn’t going anywhere, and that wasn’t just because of his own indignance. Eddie had put his own foot down, and flat out bawled at his father until it was okayed that Vic stayed.

Which, in the end, turned out for the better.

[Well, I’ve been haunted in my sleep
You’ve been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you]

Vic had a stable, nice place to live; he could go to school and see his brother all the time. It was a fair arraignment, and Joe didn’t mind the kid at all, it kept Eddie busy as well. Somehow, things managed to work out, and the two continued to grow on each other. Vic began to tumble into his brother’s footsteps, except he was treated far better than the other ‘boys’ that worked for Joe Cabot. He was considered like a son, to Eddie like a brother, but much, much different than that.

Somewhere along the lines, Eddie had begun to… develop more intimate feelings for his friend, perhaps even they were reciprocated, however nothing stopped them from continuing. Their relationship went from best friends, to something almost closer than that. Eddie was the only person who had seen the ‘actual’ Vic, and likewise, Vic was the only one who got to see Eddie and not just the cocky ‘Nice Guy’ side…

However, right now, the voice that thundered through Eddie’s head was one he hadn’t heard in a very, very long time.

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to him… He as far as legalities were concerned, wasn’t ‘allowed’. Vic did receive a package from Joe every week, cigarettes, magazines, shit like that. Eddie’d managed to throw in a letter or something like that ever so often, but his articulation skills really didn’t match up to his ability to get things across verbally.

Though, right now, he didn’t seem to be doing a good job with that either.

“…Vic…?” This time it was whispered, and he rubbed his forehead, he could hear the guy fuckin’ exhale. Oh man. “Vic-- I….”
“I got paroled.” Came a low, pleased sounding murmur. “This morning.”
“YOU’RE SHITTIN’ ME!!!” Eddie nearly screeched, his voice pitching up quite higher than normal. He fumbled out of his bed while pressing the phone to his head, almost tripping over himself before running out his bedroom door.
“Nah… Nah… Good behavior.” Vic murmured. “I get to leave by 1:30…” He trailed off, and Eddie could hear the smile on his lips.

Christ, he missed that smile.

He’d missed a lot.

[I’ve been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings]

“I’ll be there. Someone’ll get you, I promise, Vic, don’t… Don’t you worry; I’ll tell daddy and everything.”
“I already called Joseph; I wanted to call you next.”
”You already talked to daddy?”
“Yeah, everything’s gonna be fine. They’re getting my stuff for me now; I get to put on real clothing…” He murmured again, as if this whole situation was nothing. He’d always been a fairly mellow guy but…
“Free man, huh…” Eddie laughed faintly, running a hand through his hair as he stood in the hallway.
“If I behave myself.” Came Vic’s almost suggestive sounding rumble, and Eddie found his cheeks heating up.
“Alright, alright… So… I guess I’ll see you soon? I’ll try to pick you up…”
“Don’t go out of your way, or nothin’.” Vic replied, smiling against the filthy prison pay-phone receiver.
His only reply was a dumbfounded scoff from the other end, then a stream of sputters.
“Shut the fuck up…” Eddie hissed, though was smiling.

The prospect of Vic being free… sure… they’d still have to play it pretty cool as long as the guy had a parole officer, but… Wow, Vic was free.

“I’ll see you later then.” Vic rumbled, the smile was still somehow audible and Eddie could ignore the heat radiating through his skull just to keep listening to the guy.
“Soon… right?”
“Yeah, real soon, Eddie…”
“Hah! It’s about damn time!” Came Eddie’s suddenly exuberant response, this… this was for real! Really for real! No more moping around, no more angstin’ about Vic not being around… Shit, no more dreams that everything was fine, no one was in jail and shit was ‘normal’…. No, shit was going to *be* normal, as soon as Vic Vega stepped both feet out of that prison cell and onto free-man turf.

There was a murmured bye from the two, and Eddie almost dropped his massive phone to the floor. If Vic spoke to daddy, then Daddy must not be home, because well, he knew his father would wake him up for somethin’ like that.

A tremor from the phone, followed by that tumor-inducing ring, and Eddie brought the device up to eye level again…

Daddy was calling from the office.

Excellent. Right on cue. Holy shit, this might just be the best day of his life, so far, and he’d only been awake about 10 minutes. Hot damn!

[It’s just some friends of mine that say,
Hey, what’s the matter man?
We’re gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin’ to meet you.
We’re gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let’s go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to]

“Daddy, I just got off the phone with Vic, I’ll go get him right now if I can, you know how…”
“Eddie, Eddie.” Came that brillo-esque, booming voice, which shook the aforementioned out of his babble-fit. “I’m sending a car for him…” He rumbled, not bothering to let his kid finish. “He should be at my office, lets say… around 2:00, 2:30, if all goes smoothly.”
“Alright…” Was a murmured, sheepish sounding reply.
“Can ya believe it… Vic out on good behavior.”
“I know!” Eddie began, the exhilaration flooding back into his words. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the number!”
“Now, now, boy. Take it easy, he’s gonna have a bit of a hard time adjusting to ‘normal’ life again… And as far as havin’ him out on jobs… Well, it’s gonna have to wait for a while..”
“I know.”
“Lemme finish.”
“Sorry Daddy…”
“But I might have somethin’ in mind for him, we’ll see, I don’t want you runnin’ your mouth off though, Eddie.”
“Alright.”
“You understand? I don’t want anyone to know; Vic’ll let ‘em know when he wants to, capicé?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“That’s my boy…” Joe rumbled, exhaling through his nostrils as he leant back in his leather chair. “I’ll see you over here at 2:00 then, right?”
“Right.”

And with that, Eddie punched the ‘end’ button, and pivoted back into his bedroom, lobbing the phone onto his bed.

Shit.

How the fuck was he supposed to just sit back for the next… What the fuck time was it anyway?

Christ, only 11:30 in the morning. He could… Well, there was no way he was getting back to sleep, not a fuckin’ chance. With just the thought of Vic Vega being free from prison running through his mind?

Shit.

Maybe he’d just take this time to compose himself. Christ! Vic! It was like a dream come true.

No, not ‘like’, it most definitely was. If there ever were a time in his live were Edward Joseph Cabot had felt the innate urge to pinch himself, now was that goddamned time.

With a yelp, the auburn-haired 25-year-old rubbed furiously at his forearm, brow furrowed as he cursed at himself under his breath.

Definitely not dreaming.

[Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won’t you come on! come on!]

For some strange reason, as Eddie stepped back into his room, padding heavily on the carpet towards his bathroom, an almost peaceful sigh escaped his mouth. Shit. Vic. That was the only thing on his mind, hell, he’d been the only thing on his mind for quite some time, admittedly. And being away from the next-most important person in his life besides his father, Eddie learned the value of Vic Vega. Sure, he still had trouble with the value of a dollar, since he’d been spoiled since day one, (not that it’d been particularly foul on his character) but the youngest Vega had been out of his life for a very long time.

Shit, they hadn’t been apart like that… well… Ever. Vic, though at one point, had moved out and acquired Vincent’s apartment (When his brother’d left for Amsterdam the first time…) still had a *room* at the Cabot home, and always would.

Eddie paused before the mirror in his bathroom, running a hand through his hair. Sure, he’d always been stocky, he wasn’t gonna lie about that. And seeing how he wasn’t 21 anymore…

Rubbing a hand over his bare, and slightly speckled with darker auburn haired chest, Eddie smiled at himself. Man, what a good fuckin’ day, then inhaled sharply through his flared nostrils.

Alright, he was gonna see Vic real soon. Really, really soon.

The urge to rub one out was overwhelming but not sudden, the Cabot had felt that all-too familiar stir at the apex of his boxer’d thighs as soon as he’d heard Vic on the other line.

Four years without that husky, rumble of a voice could do that to a man.

[I’ve been walking in central park
Singing after dark
People think I’m crazy]

And sure, it’d been strange for him to really have to come to terms with how he felt for his friend. There had been some initial… *something* that had drawn the two together, not even *looking* for one another. Eddie had been slammed with this innate feeling that he’d never actually be alone again, but he’d never really been too caught up with why.

Swinging open the glass doors to his mostly-marble shower, Nice Guy turned each faucet, sighing as he pushed down his boxers over a somewhat flagging arousal, though, talking to his father never really did much for him. Ugh, that was a full-body shudder right there… But Vic.

Oh yes. Vic.

Yes.

That had been very unexpected. In fact, he’d sort of resigned himself to not seeing the guy again for an even longer period of time… Which was horrible in retrospect, but, shit…. Vic in like, two, two and a half hours, oh man. That was too mind-blowing. Eddie stepped forward, beneath the spray of the shower and closed the glass door, pivoting towards the almost too-hot spray. Shifting forward, one hand braced against the meticulously selected (just for him, of course) marble wall, the other wrapping almost too eagerly around his erection.

Christ. Vic. He just couldn’t get him out of his mind.

[I’ve been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, what’s the matter with you boy?]

And yes, he’d been ashamed the first time that this had happened, but Christ, that was *years* ago. Like, more than a decade of some sort of pseudo-lust for his best friend. It had started just with simple rough-housing or teasing, he’d find himself in some stage of discomfort, usually ending up with him throwing some sort of little fit, or something. Because the last thing he was sure that Vic wanted to see was a bulge in his best friend’s jeans.

Though, right now, that didn’t matter.

The feelings continued, steadily, uncomfortable envy when the guy dated girls, which was few and far between. However horribly attractive Vic Vega was, his older brother was the snatch magnet, and honestly he just never seemed too interested, that and a lot of women thought he was just a little… disturbing. That’d passed quickly too, Eddie coming to some sort of conclusion around the age of 19, where the figured ‘shit, I must be a fuckin’ homo or somethin’, which in some ways had upset him greatly. It wasn’t that he loved cock, or got off lookin’ at guys, he was like every other red-blooded American, man or woman. Titties are nice. But there was somethin’ about Vic that got him feeling more than he should for a friend.

A male one.

It was then determined at 20, that Eddie *wasn’t* a queer, in fact, he just was in love with his best friend. Somehow, that justified, (to him, at least) the frequent masturbation with the thoughts of Victor Vega in his head.

Sure, it was wrong, probably. But the ache in his chest throbbed along side the throb in his fist, and his brain ended up getting pushed to the side, like normal. Bah, rationality, who needs it!

[I guess I’m lying to myself
It’s just you and no one else
Lord I won’t miss you child]

Eddie’s left arm trembled as he held himself up, the heat of the water steaming up the walls of his shower as his right hand pumped furiously at his engorged cock. Oh man, it always felt pretty good when he jerked off, but Vic was out of jail.

He could smell that man again, hear his voice. Feel him.

Oh man.

Brow furrowing sharply, the spoiled Cabot began panting, his hips moving with his fist, following through with each wickedly intense thrust.

He’d be able to watch the cigarette smoke escape those pale, rosy lips, that brow in a constant arch of innocence.

Innocence, right.

[You’ve been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won’t miss you, baby, yeah]

Swallowing thickly, an almost worried look split across Eddie’s face as he was finally overwhelmed at all of the Vic-themed stimulation his brain was feeding him. A muffled cry escaped his flushed lips as he spilled his seed all over his fist, and the dark-green marble wall, body slumping against the still-cool partition.

Vic was fuckin’ back.

Oh Jesus.

[Lord, I miss you child]

End – Part 1/3