Let's Hear It For The Boy

Let’s Hear It For The Boy
NGM

Disclaimer: Reservoir Dogs belongs to QT. I just am obsessed with it. Unfortunately when the film came out I was sleeping with my Stimpy plushie. (Which I do still own.) I obtain no profit from this, except at the expense of my libido. Huzzah.
ractracters: Joe Cabot, ‘Toothpick’ Vic Vega, ‘Nice Guy’ Eddie Cabot, Joe Cabot’s bitchy man-secretary.

Rating: NC-17

For Kanani, because without you, I’d still be a frustrated cow. (Moo.)

~*~

It was odd, the swelling in his chest as he threw Daddy’s office door open, eyes falling upon the other man in exhilarated shock.

Victor ‘Toothpick Vic’ Vega was fina-fucking-ly outta jail…

“You son of a bitch…” Came the rushed breath, cowboy boots clicking across the floor. “I see ya sittin’ there, but I don't believe it… How you doin’ Toothpick?”

“Hey Eddie…” Was breathed faintly.

Toothpick stood, a veiled expression of shock on his face, his arms held open wide to wrap around Eddie, whose arm’s came around him, as he pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He stepped away from his long time friend, and arched an eyebrow, glancing at him again, almost totally ignoring his father.

Vic smirked, eyeing his old friend, a smile coming to his lips.

“Fine… Now.”

The two hugged before Joe’s desk for a moment, dropping their embrace before Vic raised his hands to Eddie’s cheeks and cupped them, almost... tenderly with his thumbs, eyeing him still.

“Look, I'm sorry man; I shoulda picked you up personally at the pen. This whole week's just been crazy. I've had my head up my ass the entire time…” Vic dropped hisds ads and took his seat as Eddie leaned back against his Daddy’s desk, still watching him.

“Funny you should mention that… That's what your daddy and I been talkin’ about…”
“That I should've picked you up…”
“No. That you had your head up your ass…”

The two chuckled for a moment, Eddie arching an eyebrow as he glanced at the free man.

“I walk through the door and Joe says ‘Vic, Vic, you’re finally here, I’m so glad there’s somebody that knows the fuck he's doin’, my son Eddie’s a fuck up. He’s ruining the business…’ ”

The aforementioned "fuck up" unbuttoned his jacket, taking off his rings and Rolex, both eyebrows arching at this point in Vic’s monologue.

“I mean, I love the guy, but he’s flushin’ everything down the toilet…” Vic continued, eyeing him still. “I mean that’s what you said Joe, tell 'im yourself.”

“Eddie…” Joe paused, fixing his son with a familiar look. “I hate for you to hear it like this…. But when Vic asked me how's business doin’, well, you don't lie to a man who's just done four years in the slammer for ya…” Vic grinned then stood up, throwing his chair back, Eddie simply bobbed his head, eyeing the other man.

“Very true!”

Eddie launched himself at Vic, the two crumpling to the floor in a flurry of fabric, flesh and laughed curse words, grappling vigorously with one another. Nice Guy had gotten Vic pinned to the floor, but was suddenly up, Toothpick soon following him. Laughter escaped both of their mouths, before Vic was hauled over Eddie’s shoulders, Nice Guy fumbling Vic to the floor as Joe, started hollaring at the unruly boys.

“Okay, okay, enough, enough! Playtime's over! You wanna roll around on the floor, do it in Eddie's office, not mine!”

Vic smirked, still sitting dejectedly on the floor as Eddie smirked in response, leaning back against his Daddy’s desk with a bit of satisfaction, rebuttoning his jacket, and slowly putting on his jewelry.

“Daddy, did ya see that?

“What?” Joe barked, still standing.

“Guy got me on the ground, tried to fuck me.” The blazer-clad man said with a smirk, Vic sat with a semi-pleased look on his face. He then held up his hand, and Eddie leant forward, helping him up.

“You wish.”

Eddie glanced at his father with a truly surprised look on his face then stared down Vic, pointing at him.

“You sick bastard, Vic, you tried to fuck me in my father’s office…” Toothpick shook his head and picked up his fallen jacket, turning back to roll his eyes at Eddie as he continued on with his bullshit. “Look, Vic whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go to it, don’t try to fuck me…” Appearing to look agitated, Vic kept his gaze off of Nice Guy, pulling out a cigarette from his pack, then lighting it. “I like ya a lot buddy…” Eddie continued with a grin on his face, eating up the fact that this was totally agitating the shit outta him. “But I don’t think of ya that way…”

Vic paused, then pulled his chair up off the floor, turning it back to face Joe’s desk. The aforementioned Joe was oddly quiet during this little accusation, having taken his seat, blankly eyeing his son.

“Look, if I was a butt-cowboy, I wouldn’t even throw you to the posse…” The free man murmured, taking his seat, once again.

“No you wouldn’t.” Eddie said matter-o-factly, running his hands through his hair. “You’d keep me for yourself.” He pointed at Vic again, eyes narrowing. “Y’know, four years fuckin’ punks up the ass…” He gestured at himself. “You’d appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see it.”

Vic looked slightly doubtful, eyes flicking over the man, straight faced, his eyebrows bowing a little as he caught Eddie’s eyes, replying, matter-o-factly.

“I might break you in, Nice Guy… But I’d make you my dog’s bitch.”

Eddie grinned, shaking his head as he glanced to his father.

“Ain’t that a sad sight Daddy, man walks in 'ta prison a white man, walks out talkin’ like a nigger.” He pointed that infamous finger in Vic’s face again, smirking still, lovingry mry minute of this bickering that he’d missed so much. “Y’know what…” He nearly squeaked, eyes widening as he replied, as if he was coming up on an epiphany. “I think it’s all that black semen been pumped up your ass so far, now it’s backed up your fuckin’ brain, it’s comin’ out yer mouth!”

Vic did not look amused.

He took a deep breath through his teeth, finger twisting in his ear, eyes on Joe’s desk.

“Eddie.”

His gaze snapped up, a look of dead seriousness painted on his abnormally handsome features.

“You keep talkin’ like a bitch…”

Vic couldn’t hold the tough look any longer, and he pushed up from his chair.

“I’m gonna slap you like a bitch.”
“C’mon man…!”

Eddie lifted his fists in a mock defensive stance, and Joe, finally fed up with the vulgar bullshit, stood, stilling the room with his booming ‘daddy’ voice.

“OKAY! Enough of this shit! I’m sick of it! Now both of ya sit down!!”

The two sat, looking like little scolded puppies as they let out deep breaths, settling down in front of Joe.

They spoke of Scagnetti, aka “Asshead” and their plans for getting Vic a stabilized job, a place to stay… It would be relatively easy… And about Toothpick working… Eddie didn’t even wanna think about that right now, Daddy was glad that Vic was back. Vic was glad that Vic was back. He was really, really glad that Vic was back… Tonight he’d take the guy out and they’d have a goddamned great fuckin’ time.

As Vic stood to leave, he picked up his jacket, Eddie pushing up from his daddy’s desk a moment later to follow, but was stopped by a large hand on his sleeve, Joe keeping him behind. Toothpick shrugged and continued out without another glance.

Eddie hesitated, standing in front of his father’s desk.

“Yes, Daddy…?”
“Eddie, I want you to take Vic out tonight. Wherever he wants. Alright? Nothing is too much, understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Give him anything he wants, you know I mean that.”
“Yeah, I know you do.”
“It’s good to have him back, you do whatever he wants, try to get him some pussy tonight or something… Christ, it’s been four years since the man’s probably had fuckin’ consensual lay…” Joe shook his head, frowning deeply. “Take care of that man; he’s been far too good to us.”
“I will.”
“Good boy.”

Eddie smirked a little, then left, asking his father’s man-bitch secretary where the fuck Vic had went.

“Your office.” Was the short, bitchy reply. Nice Guy rolled his eyes, and shifted, straightening his jacket before walking a bit further down the hall, before opening the door to his office then stepping in.

There were no lights on, no sign of anyone here, that little fuck was full of crap. As Eddie stepped forward, the door closed behind him, his stomach dropping to his boots as he noticed the curling wisp of cigarette smoke wiggle before him.
‘Dammit.’ Then a pair of arms curl around his waist, pulling him back against a hard, warm chest.

“Miss me, round boy?” Came the purr, Vic pulling the cigarette away from his mouth to let his words resonate against Eddie’s ear. He held the burning stick up for Eddie, who eagerly took it, letting a soft sound squeak from his throat as he took his first drag, eyes widening faintly as he felt Vic shift against him.

“You’re fuckin’ outta yer mind…” Came the hushed response, Eddie shakily holding the cigarette up for Vic, who took it from his hand with his mouth, stepping him across the room, still holding onto him tightly. Eddie attempted to squirm away, but was held tight with two iron fists, a smirk on Vic’s lips, around his cigarette.

“Four years of prison’ll do that to ya…” He murmured, leaning forward so Eddie could grab the cigarette from him, his nose pressed against the man’s neck as soon as the cigarette was removed from his mouth. “Mmm…”

Sighing, Nice Guy caved a little, and leaned back into Vic’s hold on him, letting the smoke leave his nostrils in a huff.

“You’re gonna do this even if I say no, arent’cha.”
“Mmm… you promised me.”
“Vic! Open your goddamned eyes! I ain’t the same as I was four years ago!!!” It was true. Eddie had steadily begun to gain weight after was was sent to prison. It was very difficult on him, knowing that Vic was in there, and it was his and Daddy’s fault. He was amazed, and touched, in an odd way when Toothpick hadn’t even uttered their names, taking the four years and all the bullshit that came with being a beautiful white man in prison without uttering a single complaint. Of course, Eddie had wanted to see him; he’d visit every day, if he could, but Vic being so tight with he and Daddy… Either of the Cabots showing up to see him would be a bit suspicious.
“Yeah… you are.” Came the steady purr, hot against his earlobe. Eddie shifted a little, half uncomfortable, half too comfortable; he shot Vic an irritated look.
“Look, Vic, I ain’t kiddin’ no one here, I know I’ve put on some weight--”
“Your name still Edward J. Cabot?”

The aforementioned gasped slightly, his back arching as Vic’s hand came around to cup the front of his slacks.
“Y-yeah…”
“So…” The hand on his groin clenched, and Eddie shifted again, much to Vic’s excitement. “You’re still the same as you’ve always been…”

A low sound left Eddie’s throat as he nodded in agreement, Vic shifting against him.

“Ya see…” The ex-con inhaled a sharp breath; grinning as Eddie’s over-use of Old Spice assaulted his nostrils. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder…” He pressed the side of his face against Nice Guy’s neck, and smirked, squeezing him again.

Eddie let out a choked gasp, embarrassed that he was even responding this sort of attention. Before he knew it, he was in front of his desk, eyes glazing over while trying to focus on the items splayed across it.

In a moment of rationality, he figured that if Vic hadn’t fucked him or anyone else yet, it was a goddamned miracle. Toothpick could have just uttered the word ‘fuck’ and men and women alike would strip, bend over and plaster a shit-eating grin on their faces at the prospect of being pegged by him. Upon reevaluation, Vic really could have fucked him right there on the floor of Daddy’s office. The man was apparently strong enough to hold him down. The thought made him shiver though, to his horror, he wasn’t sure whether it was in disgust or voyeuristic arousal.

“You just wanna fuck me up…” Nice Guy gritted, cringing as he heard how worried he sounded.
“Aww… baby.” Vic smirked, hand still clutching his more than half hard arousal. “You think I would hurt you?” This, of course was followed by a tight squeeze to his cock, and Eddie let out a gasp, breath hitching.
“Y-Yeah…”

Cigarette long forgotten and carelessly dropped to the floor, Vic dropped his arms from around the other man, leaning back against Eddie’s desk, a smile still on his lips. He dropped his hand down to his own arousal to re-adjust for a moment, still eyeing him.

Eddie had stepped away from the desk, taking a deep breath, then dropped his gaze to Toothpick, shaking his head a little, then leaned against his desk, trying not to look at what Vic was doing… but…

“Goddamn…”
“What?”
“You’re so goddamned handsome…” Eddie let slip, quickly countering. He pushed off from the desk, standing before the other. “Shit, Vic, prison musta been just fuckin’ terrible…” He frowned again, looking down at his desktop, at the paperweight that Vinny had shipped him from Amsterdam, miscellaneous papers and shit… “Vic, I said I was gonna do anything for ya, and I’m gonna…” He paused, catching the man’s ice-blue eyes in his own cerulean gaze. “Even if I look like this.”

Agitated, Vic raised his hand and back-handed Eddie in the face, not too hard, just enough to leave the sound of the ‘crack’ against his cheek resonating through the air. It was a quick smack, didn’t leave a mark, or hurt really; it was more for the stunning effect.

“Shut up about it, you’re still the fuckin’ same… and you’re still gonna do it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows arched, but he nodded and let out an affirmative noise. The stood in silence for a good minute before Vic spoke up.

“S’great to be out… I can’t wait to start working again.” Nice Guy nodded in agreement, still standing before the desk, eyeing him again, and instantly regretting it.
“I can’t say I know the feeling… but I’m glad you’re back.”
“I’m glad to be back…”

Vic’s hand snapped forward, and he grabbed a handful of Eddie’s lavender button-down, pulling the slightly shorter man against the desk, between his spread legs.

“Y’know what prison does to ya, don’tcha?”

Eddie looked down at where their bodies were touching and flushed a little, shifting uncomfortably while doing his best to not look into that intoxicating face.

“I can get you girls… y’know, I got tons of pussy all over the place…” He trailed off, diverting his eyes from Vic’s still.

Toothpick looked mildly annoyed as he turned Nice Guy’s face towards his, catching his eyes again while pulling him closer, his nose pressed against the previously abused cheek.

“I don’t want no goddamned pussy Eddie, I’ve been waiting four fucking years for this. Shit you could be as big as a goddamned house and I’d still do to you what I’m gonna do. Now get down on your goddamned knees and suck my dick, alright?”

Eddie, eyes wider than they may have ever been, stared at the man in front of him in the light of the late afternoon sun. His mouth fell open with shock; he simply kept his blank stare on him, trying to fully comprehend the task at hand.

“Yeah, that’s it, now, get on your knees…” Came the low murmur, followed by a chuckle as Vic’s hands danced to his shoulders, actually pushing him down to the floor with an impish grin on his face.

“You’re serious…?” Came the equally serious yet quiet question, Eddie sinking to the floor without even realizing it.

The look he received was a well known look, one eyebrow arched, the other bowed in a slightly innocent look; one hand had drifted from off of Eddie’s shoulder to his ringed hand, pulling it, then placing it on his cloth-encased arousal.
“C’mon… Give me whatcha’ promised me…” Vic raised his hips a little, rubbing himself against Nice Guy’s already trembling palm. Both eyebrows raised and a devious smile found it’s way to Vic’s lips.
“Are you scared?”

Shooting him an irritatedly defiant look, the man’s eyes narrowed slightly as he shifted on his knees.
“I ain’t fuckin’ scared!” For emphasis on this, he pressed the flat of his hand down against Vic’s cock, more color coming to his cheeks as he even found himself getting hard…er.

Toothpick eyed him greedily, smirking a bit wider.

“Y’know… someone could walk right in here…!” The man on the floor hissed, eyes darting back to the door for emphasis.

“So?” Came the rumbled response, Vic looking positively predatory.

"So?!” Came the hysterical response, Eddie looking positively ornery. “Do you know what will hap--”
“I don’t CARE what will happen!!!” Finally fed up, Vic fumbled straight facedly with his button and zipper, tired of the game.

Eddie stared at the arousal as it bobbed heavily before him, his eyes widening, every second felt like a long eternity at this moment. He could even hear himself blinking, the whoosh of his eyelashes; sure, they’d skirted around this subject, made jokes about fucking each other, all of that bullshit, but to actually be confronted with it. To see Vic Vega’s rigidly hard cock, standing thickly and proudly as he’d imagined it to be, was almost too much of a shock. He gnawed on his lower lip, eyes suddenly glazing over a little, lidding, his focus was drawn on the man’s arousal, out of sheer shock of it all.

“How… do I…” Eddie mumbled, his cheeks darkening as his hands slid to Vic’s thighs, holding onto them for dear life, for fear of fainting, or something worse. (Namely, a nosebleed or something heinous as such…)

“Close your goddamned eyes if you’re scared, I know you know what to do, so do it already…” Toothpick murmured, his voice thick as he raked a hand through Eddie’s hair, bringing him closer to his arousal, letting the head of his penis bounce against Nice Guy’s pouty lower lip.

Eddie held his gaze, then took a deep breath and leaned forward, his eyes dropping closed as he readied himself, letting it out before the crown of Vic’s prick slipped past his parted lips, eyes snapping open as a soft moan left the other’s throat.

He was startled, as he moved his head back and forth slowly, to find Toothpick’s eyes on him still, it was a bit unnerving, anbarrbarrassing, like he was trying to remember what it looked like, forever, imbed it in his brain. The man’s hand slid through his hair and fondly cupped his cheek, pulling his face closer, eyes nearly closing, yet slits of cerulean shone through Vic’s lashes, letting Nice Guy know that he was dutifully being watched.

After a few more moments of the same thing, Vic’s hand returned to his hair, and Eddie shifted on his knees a little, hands sliding up the other’s thigo wro wrap around his narrow waist. His eyes sunk shut as he lost himself in what he was doing, holding back from gagging as the large, thick cock slid back in forth in his mouth, touching the back of his throat every other bob.

Before he’d even realized it, Vic was panting, both hands had sunk into Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer, doing what he could to get himself deeper. Eddie’d found himself short of breath too. He’d lost himself in the succession of bobs, the smell of Vic’s arousal too great. A moan left his throat, and Toothpick bucked, a strained sound leaving his mouth as his drank up the sight of Eddie eagerly devouring his cock. The sight was heavenly, and a rare form in itself. The man on the floor, too, was lost in the motions, actually enjoying the feeling of having this much control over Vic.

That’s when it dawned on him.

Eddie slowly pulled back, his face flushed, hair messy from Toothpick’s iron grip. He watched those hips arch, try trying to follow his retreating mouth, the frustrated look that pained Vic’s face.

He took a deep breath, and pressed a kiss to the glistening head of Vic’s arousal, then grinned as if he was a cat that’d just swallowed a canary. His eyes narrowed as he looked up, trying not to look so cocky, but goddamn, this felt so good. Eddie was shocked at his own compliance, his willingness to do this, though the look in Vic’s eyes looked as if the fresh ex-con was worried that he wasn’t going to continue.

Being the incredibly Nice Guy that Eddie happened to be… he knew that he wasn’t going to let that happen. He did, however, adjust himself to relieve a bit of… ‘pressure’, a garbled version of ‘Fuck’ drifting from his slightly swollen lips, before he leaned forward, eyes now widely on Vic’s as he captured his cock again, letting it slide deep into his throat. He struggled to keep from gagging, to keep his eyes on Toothpick’s passion-twisted face. If Vic was gonna watch him, he was gonna fuckin’ watch Vic too.

Cheeks hollowing as he let the length slip in and out of his mouth, Eddie’s hand continued to adjust and re-adjust himself every few seconds, getting lightheaded from how intense and dangerous the situation was.

And then it happened.

He knew it was going to.

Vic let out a low growl from his throat, hands clenching in Eddie’s hair as he began to thrust into his throat, ignoring the gagging noises coming from the man between his thighs, barely caring at this moment if hs hus hurting his friend, he needed this. Oh GOD, how long had he needed this, wanted this?
Eddie’s big mouth was fina-fucking-ly being put to good goddamned use, and Toothpick Vic Vega was proud to be the first (to his knowledge) to be using it for its rightful intention.

Roaring as he thrust deeply into Eddie’s waiting mouth, Vic shuddered violently as he came, nearly lifting off the desk as his body went taut, releasing jet after jet of semen into his friend’s throat, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving his own throat as he watched Eddie dazedly pull back, and swallow.

The room was silent, no more sloppy sounds of fellatio resonating off the walls, no more deep-throated moans, faint growls of need. The two took a moment to catch their breaths, and Eddie paused to lick at the corner of his mouth.

Nice Guy sat on his knees, glassy-eyed, still palming his own erection through his slacks, while looking up at Vic, but not quite looking at him. And Vic, Vic was grinning from ear to motherfucking ear, eyes hungrily on the man on the floor, his teeth glringring like his eyes, his face, the man was fuckin’ glowing.

“And you swallow too…” Came the post-coitally rumbled response.

Eddie’s attention snapped up to him, and he cast his friend a dirty look, rubbing himself without really paying much attention to what he was doing.

“Let’s hear it for the boy.”
“Shut up.”

Vic dutifully shifted himself back into his pants, still grinning down at Eddie, watching his little show, but after a moment, a tinge of pity gnawed on the back of his brain, and he leaned down, pulling the man up by the lapels of his jacket. Sitting back down on the desk, he pulled Nice Guy up and betwixt his spread thighs again, this time, not so uncontrollably hard. Well he wasn’t.

Eddie on the other hand, looked a tad bit embarrassed, and confused, blinking lazily at the other. His mouth still tasted very much like Vic, and he decided that he liked the way he’d tasted. It was very unique, not bitter, very… thick. If that could be described as a taste rather than consistency… He was surprised again to find Toothpick staring at him, a somewhat euphoric look still on his face.

He was also surprised when he found Vic’s mouth touching his. Eddie’d never kissed another man, except for his Daddy, and it wasn’t anything like that. He was on the receiving end, of a kiss from Toothpick Vic Vega, and if he didn’t melt against the man, it was only because Vic was holding onto him. His own arms unconsciously came around the other, and he held on, a moan eagerly leaving his throat, and Vic was happy to devour it from his lips.

“Mmmh…” He purred, breaking the kiss only to press his forehead against Eddie’s, who looked like he was going to shatter from shock. The shorter man snapped out of his daze when he realized that the kissing had stopped, an embarrassed look tingting his sex-stressed features yet again. “You taste like me…” Toothpick drawled, trying to hold back from chuckling, but failing when he noticed the mortified look on Eddie’s face.
“What, you’ve never… Y’know…?”

Eddie shook his head, his eyes widening at the question.

“Youdin’din’ me…?”

Vic paused and eyed him, then shook his head, deftly popping open the button to Nice Guy’s slacks, he wormed his hand in, fingertips ghosting over the boxer-clad arousal, Eddie arching against him with a gasp.

“S’been a long time, hasn’t it…”

The response was a moment of silence from Eddie, followed by another low moan as he let his cheek press against Vic’s, hands moving to clutch tattooed shoulders to keep himself from dropping to the floor. The hand had found the opening in the folds odie’die’s probably pretty da exp expensive silk boxers, slowly pumping his dangerously neglected arousal. A curse word or six ripped from the back of Nice Guy’s abused throat, causing Vic to chuckle again, his head dropping to the exposed column of flesh, garnished with an opened lavender shirt and a cliché gold chain.

Breath hitching, and a series of ‘oh fuck, oh fuck’ being whispered over and over signaled to Vega that his friend was close, wasn’t surprising either, this was probably the most startling, taboo and dangerous sexual encounter Nice Guy had probably ever had, to date. Smirking at that thought, he gave Eddie a good squeeze and bit down on his neck; smirking as –
“FUCK” Was ground out from the panting man, his body tensing as a strangled moan blissfully left his lips, Eddie coming quite forcefully against Vic’s hand.

After a long moment of panting, his body still rigid from the quite exhilarating impact of his orgasm, Eddie lazily rode the waves of his afterglow, arms draped over Vic’s shoulders, rather than putting bruises in them with his blunt fingertips. His eyes had fluttered closed, but when felt Vic tuck him back in, and zip him up, then heard the sound of sucking, one eye opened, an eyebrow arching soon after.

“What…” He managed to mumble, watching Vic suckle the semen off his fingertips like it was motherfucking cool-whip or something.

Eddie’s face may never have been redder than it was at that moment, both eyes widening as he watched the man clean his fingers, knowing that that was... was… his…He shook his head, face still beet red, and simply stared at him, a bit spent from their newfound activities. Nice Guy wasn’t expecting to have his cheeks cupped and stroked with one wet thumb, and one dry one, before Vic pulled him in for another kiss, letting his tongue play against Eddie’s lower lip before they parted, rather easily, much to Vic’s delight and Nice Guy was blessed with the taste of his own seed.

They pulled away from each other after another heated moment, Eddie’s eyes glazed as he looked into Vic’s face, cheeks still red.

“You taste better.”
“I disagree.”

Eddie shook his head a little, staring at his friend, his best friend, who’d just jerked him off, who he’d just sucked off, in his office. Oh shit, what fresh fucking hell could it have been if they’d gotten caught. Nice Guy stepped away from the man on his desk, panic taking place of the pleasured look that had fallen over his features, but he didn’t get far. The hand that had snapped forward earlier to pull him close by his lapels was back, both of them actually, bringing him back to Vic. In an instant, their mouths were together, large hands sliding under Eddie’s blazer, nearly slipping it off the other, before the kiss was stopped, but slowly, Vic still suckling on his lower lip, arms winding around him again.

“Mmm, you got the nicest lips.”

Nice Guy only snorted faintly, while trying to knock himself out of his lip-locked daze, blinking at him.

“You’re friggin’ crazy…” Came the breathy murmur, Eddie sounding like his old self a little more, though a bit more subdued.

“I thought I told ya about the prison thing…” Vic rumbled in response, grinning a little.
“Yeah… yeah… So... what now.”
“What now what?”
“This just a fling?”
“Oh no.”

Eddie arched an eyebrow, slightly taken a-back like this.

“I’m gonna be sucking your cock in my office more often?”
“If that’s where we are when the opportunity knocks...”
“Now just wait a second…”

Toothpick laughed, and then pressed another long peck to Eddie’s mouth, eyebrow arched deviously.

“Look, if you’re gonna get all sensitive like a woman, I’ll tell you flat out. Expect this to happen again. Maybe not quite in the same order, maybe not you doin’ what you did to me, or whatever. What happens happens, if you’re askin’ if I’m gonna stick my dick into every hole in town, then nah, that won’t be happenin’… I’ve grown quite fuckin’ fond of my new cock garage.”

Eddie cast a dark, wide-eyed look at the man, at being referred to as a ‘cock garage’ but lost the edge in his eye when Vic started laughing at him, running his hands up the lavender-clad chest, then smoothing Nice Guy’s blazer out.

“What are we gonna tell Daddy?”
“I don’t think we’re gonna tell your daddy anything right now, none of his goddamned business who’s dick you suck, right?”

Again with that look and Vic found himself laughing his ass off all over again.

“C’mon…”
“Nothin’ for now, we’ll take this easy, alright?” The hand was at Eddie’s cheek again, and that thumb stroke did him in; Nice Guy leant forward and planted a light kiss on Vic’s lips, grinning like a fat kid in a candy store.
“Alright… That sounds damn good.”
“Now, let’s get the fuck outta here and get somethin’ to eat.”

Eddie grinned, buttoning the jacket to his blazer, taking a step away from Vic and his desk as he did so.

“Ah, shit man, I’ll take you down to Nice Guy’s…” Toothpick rolled his eyes.
“Anything to drag me to your bar…”
“Hey, it was a gift, y’know!” Eddie shot back defensively.
“They serve prime rib?”

Eddie paused, then smirked after a long moment, shaking his head with a little laugh.

“They will for you.”
“Yeah, I appreciate a piece of prime rib when I see it…” Vic trailed off, eyeing Nice Guy, before lighting a cigarette, grabbing his jacket, and heading out the door, Eddie chuckling in suit.