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...Hey, button-mashing can be a legitimate strategy.

[ In the second round, Cisco's actually trying this time. Unfortunately, that last shot of whiskey is making it a lot more difficult than he expected. The round ends with Cisco only barely pulling out a victory. ]

Oh thank god, I don't think I could do another whiskey shot right now.

It's my only strategy.

[He says it with a little grin, and gets started. He's not as drunk as Cisco but he's way worse at the game. In the end he manages to barely lose and drops his controller with a groan.

Picking up his glass, he tops it up with two fingers of whiskey, lifts it to Cisco, and downs it in a long pull, wincing at the burn in his throat. Flopping backward, he looks up at Cisco with his eyes half-closed and releases a huff of breath.]

Alright, alright. I'm at your mercy. What do you want me to do?

[ Oh, what doesn't he want him to do? Sprawled back on his bed, eyes half closed, skin flushed from the alcohol, Eddie looks like something out of a fantasy. It takes Cisco a moment to not just blurt out the first embarrassing thing that comes to mind.

Instead, he chews his lip as he thinks it over. He's pretty sure just asking for a kiss is pathetic, right? But so is fishing for compliments about his ass again. Honestly, he's a little worried that anything he asks for is going to sound pathetic, but he's just drunk enough not to care. He takes a steadying breath, eyes flicking from Eddie's half-lidded gaze to his mouth and back up. ]

...Maybe, uh— I mean, obviously you don't have to if you don't want to, we're just messing around, right? It's not like it, y'know, means anything, if, uh— I mean.

...Kiss me?

[Cisco is still for a few moments and he can feel the heat of his gaze sliding up and down him. For a moment, he takes stock, finds that he still doesn't mind Cisco looking at him like that. Actually, it's kind of nice to have someone look at him like he's sexy, desirable.

Then Cisco is stuttering, a stream of anxious, self-conscious justifications before he asks for a kiss, and Eddie laughs, soft and abrupt. It's not a cruel laugh, just a little pleased, with a hint of relief to it, and he shakes his head.]

Thought you'd never ask.

[Shifting, he pushes himself up on an elbow, hooks his hand against the back of Cisco's nec and tugs him down closer, tilts his head, and catches Cisco's mouth with his. Cisco's lips are full and soft and Eddie can taste a hint of alcohol from him, his fingers are dug into the hair at the back of Cisco's head and it's just as soft and smooth as he'd thought it would be.]

[ Cisco doesn't even have time to process Eddie's response beyond a soft, confused "bwuh", before Eddie's tugging him down into a kiss. He catches himself on one hand, propping himself up over Eddie, but his head is spinning in a way that alcohol could never hope to be responsible for. He can taste the fresh whiskey on Eddie's lips when he instinctively brushes his tongue lightly against them. He can't help the groan that escapes as Eddie digs his fingers into his hair, either. People playing with his hair has always been his weakness, and to have Eddie's broad, warm hands cradling the back of his head like that is more than he could ever have hoped for. ]

[Eddie's too busy to register the noise Cisco makes, he's too focused on the kiss, the way Cisco's tongue brushes against his lips before he groans softly. Drunk as he is, he's lost in how good it feels, because it's been a while since he made out with someone. So he opens his mouth, pushes his tongue forward to tease against Cisco's lower lip, tilts his head more so their mouths fit together better, makes a soft noise in his own throat. His fingers keep digging into Cisco's hair, gathering it up and fisting a handful of it at the back of his head.]

[ Cisco slips forward a little, not doing a great job of holding himself up over Eddie, and then they're pressed significantly closer together. But Cisco's too lost in the kiss to care, his mouth working against Eddie's, groaning again as he brushes his tongue out to meet his, shivering at the hand in his hair. Before he even really realizes he's doing it, his other hand his sliding up Eddie's arm, feeling the play of strong muscle under the sleeve of his shirt. ]

[When Cisco slips and leans more heavily against him, he makes a soft noise in his throat, of approval and pleasure, shifts to accept Cisco's weight against himself, arching a little against the bed. His fingers keep moving through Cisco's hair, tugging and stroking at it while he opens his mouth and presses their tongues together, tasting his mouth - alcohol, mostly, beer and the sharp burn of whiskey.

When Cisco's strong hand moves up and down the line of his arm, Eddie shudders, bringing it up to hook at the small of Cisco's back, fingers hooking under the hem of his t-shirt so he can slide them against the smooth warm skin of his back.]

[ Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's just how long it's been since Cisco has been with anyone, but just making out, being close like this, is making his head spin. He's not usually particularly quiet when he's with someone, but he's groaning into the kiss more wantonly than just usual making out would typically call for. And at the touch of Eddie's fingers to the bare skin of his back, Cisco breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, pressing his forehead to Eddie's, eyes closed. With how close they are, it's impossible for Eddie to miss the fact that he's hard. ]

[It's good, better than he'd been expecting, but Cisco's mouth is warm and soft and demanding, he doesn't shy away from taking or leading things, pushing back, and it sends a thrill down Eddie's spine. Every sound Cisco makes, the way he groans into Eddie's mouth, sends another little shudder through him, and when Cisco pulls back, rests their foreheads together, Eddie's left panting a little.

Their bodies are pressed close, Cisco lying on top of him, and he can feel the hard, hot length of him pressed against his thigh. Tilting his chin up, he nips at Cisco's lower lip, tugs a little.]

Can we skip the next round, and pretend I won? There's something I want to ask you for.

[His voice is rough and a little breathless.]

[ He groans when Eddie bites at his lip, swallowing hard and shivering. ]

Yeah, absolutely. Ask away.

[ He wants to hear Eddie's voice rough like that for the rest of time, damn. ]

[Tilting his head, Eddie presses a kiss against Cisco's jaw, angling his face so he can whisper against Cisco's ear.]

Keep making out with me? I want to feel you.

[His fingers keep moving against the skin of Cisco's back for a moment, then slide down over his pants to the curve of his ass, palm pressing there so he can squeeze at it with a soft exhalation. His breath stirs Cisco's hair as he speaks.]

Maybe get you off.

[He should probably feel weird about this. Hesitant. He should be worrying. But he's not, whether it's because of the alcohol or not, for better or worse.]

[ He arches against him when Eddie grabs his ass, pressing all hot and hard against his thigh. Some part of him still can't believe this is happening. Did that explosion at work knock him out? Is he lying unconscious in his lab, dreaming all this?

No, it feels much too real; the heat of Eddie's body underneath him, the warmth of his hands, the smell of liquor on his breath, the brush of lips against his skin when Eddie whispers in his ear. He's too far gone to worry about the consequences of any of this. He's just dizzy with want and need. ]

Oh my god, yes.

[Eddie realizes a few moments after he presses his fingers into the soft firmness of Cisco's ass that he's starting to get hard too, and the way he's pushing Cisco against himself makes it obvious through his sweats. There's not much there to hide the way the length of him slides, half-hard, against Cisco's hip.

He works his tongue over his lips as Cisco shifts against him, and he can feel the way Cisco's chest rises and falls, heaving a little, the way his breath plays against Eddie's cheek and slightly stirs his blond hair, where the product has lost hold.

Tilting his head, he sucks at Cisco's earlobe, just for a moment, drinking in all the sensation, getting harder as Cisco says yes the way he does. Then he grinds his hips forward with a soft gasp, rubbing against Cisco's hip.]

[ Cisco shifts against him in return, biting back a groan as he feels the obvious pressure of Eddie's cock against his leg. He straddles Eddie's leg, pressing his thigh between Eddie's, and rocking against him. The idea that Eddie wants this too, wants to get off with him, is more intoxicating than any amount of liquor.

Eddie's mouth against his ear makes him moan again, and he wants to say something else, find some words of encouragement or praise, but all he can do is turn his face to he can capture Eddie's mouth with his own again. ]

[Cisco's moans, and the way he squirms against Eddie's body, slides a leg between Eddie's to rock against his thigh - all of it is amazing. He can feel the hot slide of Cisco's cock against him, through the fabric of Cisco's pants and his own.

Gasping against Cisco's ear, his fist tugs at a handful of Cisco's hair and his other hand squeezes against Cisco's ass again as he grinds back. Every noise Cisco makes is an incredible turn on, and by the time Cisco is kissing him again, he's fully hard, pressing himself against Cisco's leg, hungry for friction.]

[ Cisco keeps rocking against him, moaning into the kiss, until a thought dawns on him. He slides a hand down the side of Eddie's chest, then pushes his hand up under his shirt, pulling the shirt up with it as he goes, feeling up his side. He keeps going, pushing his shirt up to his armpits, then breaking the kiss to lean down and, after a moment of admiring the view, drags his lips down Eddie's sculpted chest. ]

[Cisco's body is warm against him and Eddie's lost in the rhythm of it, the way Cisco moves against him, the way he touches and grinds, the hot pressure of his body while his head swims with alcohol.

Then Cisco is moving, sliding his hands up Eddie's sides and dragging his shirt off, and Eddie lets him, shrugs the shirt off the rest of the way. He's about to go for Cisco's shirt in return when Cisco shifts to start mouthing at his chest, and Eddie arches, gasps. His hands are back in Cisco's hair quickly, tugging it back so he can watch what he's doing.]

Mm, god, Cisco that feels good...

Edited 2016-03-21 18:11 (UTC)

Mm...

[ He's aimless with his attention, with both hands and mouth, just taking his time and feeling up Eddie's smooth skin and taut muscles. He's guiltily fantasized about this before, but nothing can compare to reality, even drunk reality. He lets out a shaky, hot breath low against Eddie's abs, his eyes half open and admiring the view. ]

[Cisco looks great like this, moving against him aimlessly with that bot expression on his face - a little dreamy, admiring. It makes Eddie feel sexy, which is something he doesn't often feel, especially not lately.

He arches slightly under the attention, cock hard under his sweats, his back curving, his breath getting harder, more laboured the more turned on he gets. It's not long before he's panting, his head tilting back, eyes half-lidded as he tries to keep them open to look at Cisco.]

Mm...your turn to ask me for something. [It's rough, throaty, slightly broken.] What's it gonna be, Ramon?

[ He looks up at him, breathing hard, pupils a little blown, and grins. ]

Not sure what else I can ask for you haven't already offered, man...

[ And it's true. This is already more than he ever would've expected to happen, and he's almost overwhelmed for choice at what to do next. He sits back and pulls his own shirt off, albeit a little self-consciously. He's scrawny and awkward next to Eddie's toned body, and even under the haze of alcohol, he's aware of it. ]

[Eddie pins him with a half-smile, chest rising and falling heavily as Cisco shifts, sits up to pull his shirt off. Head tilted to the side, he looks up at him through his lashes, expression amused and fond.]

Mm. Really?

[Eddie doesn't bother to hide the way his eyes skim up and down the lines of Cisco's body - Cisco might think of himself as scrawny and awkward, but Eddie likes the slim softness of him. He's all warm skin and Eddie wants to touch him.]

I haven't even really touched you yet. [A soft exhalation.] What do you like, Cisco?

[ Cisco chews his lip, watching Eddie's eyes trace over him. It's so hot, seeing Eddie so obviously appreciating how he looks. He is, however, having a little bit of a hard time focusing. ]

What I like? Um... I mean, I guess I'm game for anything? But this, so far, is great.

[ Sober Cisco knows that being communicative in bed is important, but they left Sober Cisco back at the bar, and Rambly Drunk Cisco is in charge now. ]

['Game for anything' is not really much help, but Cisco is just a bit drunker than him, so he doesn't blame him for being unimaginative. It's not like Eddie can think of much beyond how badly he wants to watch Cisco come undone. The thought is a little startling, but it makes sense in the context of how much time they've been spending together over the past few months, how much Eddie finds himself thinking of him.]

What? No fantasies?

[Shifting, he sits up and leans in, catching Cisco's eyes, voice still rough, reaching out to run fingers down the center of Cisco's chest, eyes on his face.]

No particular place you want my hands or mouth?

This is like a fantasy already.

[ He kind of can't believe he just said that, and he laughs, a little self-consciously, but he's far gone enough that he isn't actually that embarrassed. ]

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i wrote this tag at like 11am and thought i posted it I AM THE WORST ITS ME

I'm glad I have it now.

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