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“Live wire!”
You've grown accustomed to Volt's warm presence in the Breaker Box, especially when he comes up to greet you.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” His hand is extended out to you, and you gladly take it.
You don't deny him the pleasure of his customary greeting - a gentle kiss placed on the back of your hand - or of seeing its effect on you as your face warms at the gesture.
“I wanted to stop by and see you and Eddie…” You trail off while attempting to hide the real reason behind your visit.
Sure, you did want to see Eddie and Volt, but you mostly wanted to help out around the bar so they could have a bit of time to themselves. Your lovers always worked so hard to maintain the house and the bar, and they deserved a bit of time to rest and recharge.
But Volt, ever-the-perceptive Volt, sees right through your bullshit.
“And?” His voice softens, awaiting your answer.
Fuck it.
“...and I wanted to see if either of you needed any help tonight.”
Volt laughs as he pulls you close to him, and his free hand finds the small of your back. Your internal temperature kicks up a few degrees as his magnetic pull draws you in closer. He really does have a way of flustering you with only innocent gestures and touches.
“Well, if you insist on working, then I have quite the job in mind for you.” Volt's tender gaze leaves you for a moment as he looks towards the bar.
You follow his eyes as they fall on Eddie, who dutifully cleans behind the bar. He's completely, blissfully unaware of the way you and Volt are looking at him.
“As persuasive as I am,” He pauses to lean in towards you, his hot breath just barely kissing your lips, “I can't seem to make Eddie relax tonight.”
His insinuation doesn't fly over your head, but you find it hard to focus when he's this close to you and refusing to capture your lips with his.
Focus on what he's telling you now, then you can kiss him all you want later.
While dizzy from Volt's close proximity, you giggle softly as your gaze wanders toward Eddie again.
“And you think I can do it?”
“I think you underestimate your own charms and persuasions, my spark.” Volt pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss as your hands desperately reach out for any part of him you could touch.
He won't allow anything further than a single kiss as he pulls away from you, but Volt is pleased by your enthusiasm and want.
“There's plenty of time for that later, live wire.” The allure and temptation in his voice makes your body run even hotter than it was before.
“How am I supposed to make him relax?” You breathily ask.
Volt's expression changes from loving to mischievous as his hand runs up and down your spine.
“Get creative.”
Your thoughts run amuck, ranging from sweet to seductive, as Volt offers you a parting kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the growing crowd.
Part of you wants to go and chase after him, to beg for more affection, but you know he'll be unhappy if you don't at least attempt to do as he says.
“Good little spark.”
His voice echoes in your head, and desire for him courses through your veins as you make your way towards the bar area.
Although you're sure that you won't fully be able to shake off Volt's electrifying influence over you, you do hope that you'll be able to cool off a bit before you find Eddie.
By the time you reach Eddie, he's managed to finish cleaning the bartending area around him. The only thing remaining is a small shot glass on the bar top, and it's filled with some sort of whiskey that Eddie poured for himself.
An idea forms in your head as you take a seat at the bar once Eddie turns away from the seating area.
You didn't really like shooting whiskey straight, as it tasted and smelled like the liquid form of a permanent marker, but you couldn't help yourself from taking the shot when Eddie turns back around to face you.
“What the fuck are you-”
He pauses when you finish downing the shot, and the familiar burn in your mouth and throat creeps in as you do your best to not make a disgusted face.
You shudder as the liquid travels into your stomach, and you gently exhale as the scent of whiskey covers your breath.
“I should kick you out for drinking the owner's booze.” Eddie says with a small laugh at the end of his sentence.
“Don't worry, I don't plan on drinking any more of that.” You do your best not to gag as you push the glass away from you.
“I can tell.” There's the briefest smile of amusement on his face before he grabs the glass and pours some sort of red liquid into it. “Drink this. It'll help with the burn.”
You don't hesitate to grab the glass from Eddie when he offers it to you, and you sigh in relief when the taste of artificial cherry hits your tongue. It cools down your throat while also mixing well with the whiskey in your mouth.
You mutter a small ‘thank you’ before passing the glass back to him.
“Can I make you a drink, or are you going to steal mine all night?” Eddie sounds tired and annoyed, but the faintest trace of a smile on his lips tells you otherwise.
“I wasn't trying to steal your drink-” You attempt to defend yourself, but he won't let you get another word in.
“-really? What were you trying to do?”
He leans in closer, setting the glass down and resting both of his hands on the bar table.
A smug smile lands on your face as you rest your arms on the table and allow yourself to close the distance between the two of you.
“I was only trying to enhance the flavor for you, Eddie.”
And then you press your lips against his in a brief and, for now, innocent-enough kiss. He tastes like a strong whiskey sour, just as always, but you're more curious about what you taste like to him. Cherry? Whiskey? A bit of both, maybe?
You can't help but laugh as you take in the sight in front of you. Eddie's flustered, as he always is when you're affectionate with him, but there's a want and desire in his eyes that wasn't there before.
Somehow, he always had a way of looking at you like you were the only two people in the room.
Your laughter quickly dies in your throat when he recaptures your lips in a romantic, affectionate kiss.
It's enough to make your head spin as you reach out for him, to grab his clothes, arms, face, hair, or whatever part of him you can grasp first.
“Live wire-” Eddie breaks away from you to rest his head against yours. “Not here.”
His voice is so desperate for you that you want to kiss him again and again, but you know he's right - it'd be very inappropriate for the two of you to start anything here.
“Where?” You breathily say.
You're so intoxicated by one single gesture that anything - no, anywhere - sounds good to you.
“There's a few bottles in the back that I'd like to try.” A heavy blush rests on Eddie's face as he looks away from you for a moment.
Oh, he really liked what you did to him.
“I'd love to try them.” A love-sick grin rests on your face as you pull yourself away from him. “Lead the way?”
You don't remember when or how Eddie ended up next to you, but he gently takes your hand in his own, and he leads you through the crowd towards one of the backrooms in the Breaker Box. You remember your way around most of the bar, but this path is unfamiliar to you.
You find yourself in front of a door you don't remember, as Eddie nervously fiddles with the key for a moment before unlocking the door and pulling you inside.
You're plunged into darkness when the door closes behind you, but you're not there for long as the lights come on above you.
You're starstruck by the large amount of bottles that line every shelf and table in the room. From what you could see, you'd be able to find a drink for anyone, no matter how refined or specific their pallet might be.
The gentle click! of the door lock behind you pulls you back into the moment - you're really in for it now, as the only other person with a key is Volt.
Volt.
Shit.
You're not quite sure if what you're doing right now is technically relaxing, but Eddie has an air of ease about him as he gently guides you through the shelves upon shelves of bottles.
Drinking can be a form of relaxation, right? …Even if he's not technically drinking himself?
You push the thought to the back of your mind as you find yourself towards the back of the storage room.
A small desk sits in front of you, and it's one of the few spaces in the room that isn't covered in liquor bottles. Two chairs are sat next to each other - one for Volt, one for Eddie - and a small notebook lays open on the desk.
Upon closer inspection, you can see Volt and Eddie's handwriting in the notebook, detailing certain liquor/flavor combinations that go well together.
Ah, so this is where they experiment with different drinks and such.
You choose not to pry; instead, you take a seat as Eddie grabs a few bottles from a nearby shelf. You eagerly watch as he sets three of them down on the desk next to you.
Your stomach drops when you recognize the liquid in the first bottle - you have nothing against vodka, but one-too-many nights out with friends and a morning date with your toilet have made you weary of trying it again.
The second bottle appears to be a dark rum, given that you recognize the pirate on the label of the bottle. You're not sure if you'd recognize the flavor right away, but you'd be willing to try it again.
The third bottle has a more golden hue to it, and you can't quite tell what it is until you reach for it.
Tequila.
A small smile spreads across your face as you inspect the bottle. You have fond memories of taking shots of tequila with Sam when either of you weren't too busy with work. There's a flicker of a happy memory with an old flame where you tried a couple of tequila-based drinks with them.
Besides, who didn't like drinking margaritas?
Bottoms up, then.
You go to unscrew the cap, but Eddie grabs the bottle out of your hand.
“What are you-”
You pause when he grabs a pour spout from a desk drawer and replaces the lid on the bottle with the spout.
It's at this moment that you realize that there isn't a single shot glass around the two of you.
Clearly confused, you don't understand how this little experiment of yours will continue on until Eddie's hand gently grabs your chin.
…Oh.
Heat creeps up your neck and rests on your face as he looks into your eyes.
“You're okay with this?” He gently asks, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face while looking you dead in the eyes.
You're already breathless and tongue-tied, despite the lack of any sort of physical intimacy.
“Yeah.”
You manage to let him know that you are very okay with this before you open your mouth in compliance.
You're surprised at how smooth the tequila goes down your throat - probably because you haven't gone out drinking in a long time - but it leaves behind a mixture of citrus and spices in your mouth.
You don't have any time to think or respond before the taste of blackberry hits your palette. You've never had a blackberry margarita before, but you're sure it would taste something like the mixture of flavors in your mouth.
You breathe out, enjoying the way that everything mixes on your breath.
Eddie really knows how to make a damn good cocktail.
You allow him to set the bottle down before standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Want a taste?”
He answers your teasing with a kiss that's full of passion and want. His hands easily rest on the side of your abdomen as he takes his time fully exploring the flavor profile on your lips.
You have to catch your breath when Eddie breaks away from you, but you make sure to keep your head close to his.
“Taste good?” You ask.
You take a moment to savor this closeness, the feeling of his breath on your check and his hands on you, as you await an answer.
“Yes.”
His eyes flicker down to your lips for a brief moment before he looks at you.
You laugh as you're happy with your effect on him.
“Something else, then?”
You let one of your hands rest on his shoulder as the other reaches out for one of the forgotten bottles on the table.
Eddie's hand catches your wrist before you can place your fingers on another bottle.
“You,” his breath is haggard and his voice is shallow, desperate, and needy, “I just want to taste you.”
The energy in the room immediately shifts, and a different sort of heat takes over your body.
He's going to make you short-circuit at this rate.
You don't hesitate to pounce on him.
You push and pull your lips from his in an unsynchronized fashion that would drive anyone wild as your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, where you grab onto his jacket for dear life.
Whatever space is in-between the two of you, it's simply too much to bear. You need him as close to you as humanly (objectly?) possible.
Eddie's all-in, matching you perfectly in intensity as you pull and grab at whatever parts of clothing and limbs you can touch.
You must look like an absolute wreck by the time you pull yourself away from him for a gasp of air, and you only make that assumption based on how disheveled he looks.
When you finally look Eddie in the eyes, you're expecting some romantic intimacy or pure, sweet, loving moment; however, you both start snickering once you've fully absorbed the state of one another.
“You look like a disaster.” Eddie throws a playful jab your way before you scoff in response.
“You look worse than me!”
“I always look worse than you, live wire. That's not much of an accomplishment.”
“Shut up.” You gently push him away from you before eyeing the bottles on the desk.
You desperately miss Eddie's touch as you break apart from him to set the bottles on a nearby shelf.
Don't want to make any more work for us.
His hands reach out for you, and you happily wrap yourself in his arms before planting a small kiss on his face.
“You're not sick of me yet?”
“Sick of you?” You're almost offended by his question, and you would be if you knew he wasn't teasing you, “Eddie, I can hardly get enough of you.”
His face was flushed from your previous encounter, but your words make a strong blush appear on his face.
You don't let him make another comment; instead, you place soft kisses along his jawline in an effort to show your love, your want for him.
“Live wire-” His voice is strangled, but he makes no attempt to stop you as your trail of kisses lead back to his lips.
“Let me take care of you, Eddie.” You mumble in-between kisses before making a quick maneuver to pin him against the desk. Your outstretched arms serve to box him in as you kiss him again and again.
You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, but the comfortable rhythm that you’ve set is interrupted when Eddie pulls away from you.
“What are you-”
The question dies in your throat when you find that you’re the one pinned to the desk instead of him.
“Eddie-”
Your protests fall on deaf ears when he gently kisses your cheek before muttering in your ear.
“Let me take care of you.”
Touché, asshole.
After the intensity of your previous affections, you’re surprised when Eddie places soft, sweet kisses on you that follow a trail from your lips to your neck. He continues to pay extremely close attention to your neck until he finds the one spot that makes you curl further into him.
“There?” He mutters, to no one in particular, before placing another soft kiss in that spot.
This time, you let out a soft whine, which causes him to laugh.
“Cute.”
“Don’t tease.” You shyly look away for a moment, but your attention is quickly brought back to him once he resumes his attack on your neck.
You have to bite your lip hard in order to stop the sounds that threaten to escape your mouth, especially when Eddie chooses to leave a few hickeys on your neck. You’d be terrified, absolutely mortified, if anyone were to see you in such a state. But you don’t seem to mind when Eddie seems far too eager to reroute your train of thought back to him.
Although you don’t mind the extra attention from him, you were supposed to help him relax first. You can find all of the pleasure you need afterwards - you’re positive of it.
You pull Eddie in for a tender kiss as your hands land on his chest, and you use this moment of vulnerability to flip your positions once again so he’s pinned against the desk instead of you.
“Eddie, please,” You begin before he can say otherwise, “just relax.”
There’s more you want to say to him, to tell him every sweet little thought that’s racing through your mind. He should relax because he’s definitely fucking earned it, and he has two people who are more than willing to help him relax in any way possible.
You’re nervous about his reaction, but there’s nothing for you to fear when one of his hands finds yours.
“You first.” Eddie’s voice is soft, with a twinge of concern interlaced in his words. “Volt told me that you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”
“I-” You pause to consider his words.
He wasn’t wrong - you had been running around your house like a crazy person over the last few days, trying to solve every problem that the objects in your house had. You didn’t really mind giving so much of yourself to them. It felt nice to be wanted for once.
Wait, did he say that Volt told him-
“Volt told you to help me relax?” You hesitate for a moment until Eddie nods. “Volt told me to help you relax because you seemed unable to.”
“Volt.” He grumbles, and you can’t help but laugh as you pull away from him for a moment.
“He knows us far too well, that we’d be so caught up in helping each other that neither of us would consider why we were, ah-” Your eyes widen as heat rushes to your face. “Was Volt planning on watching us?”
Eddie doesn’t say anything - he simply runs his free hand through his hair as your mind races.
Well, if Volt wanted a show, then a show he’ll get.
“I’m sorry that he-”
You cut off Eddie’s apology with a small kiss on the lips.
“Don’t. I have an idea.”
“Which is?”
“Follow my lead.”
~
The taste of rum coats your tongue before you press your lips to Eddie’s cheek. He quickly returns the gesture, and you smile warmly at him. You have to pace yourself so you’re not wasted by the time Volt finds you and Eddie. Luckily, you have plenty to distract yourself with in the meantime.
Just as you had discussed, neither you or Eddie acknowledge the footsteps that you hear. You, instead, focus on nothing except placing kisses all over Eddie until you hear a familiar laugh.
“Having fun, are we?”
Your eyes dart to the side for a moment, just to briefly acknowledge Volt’s presence, before pulling Eddie in even closer. He takes the hint and presses small kisses to your lips until Volt wraps two arms around your stomach and pulls you away from him.
“Ignoring me won't end well for you, live wire.” Volt offers you a stiff warning, but there's a bit of curiosity in his gaze as he takes in the sight before him.
“I was just trying to help Eddie relax, just like you said.” You softly admit before playing with a strand of Volt’s hair.
Volt pauses for a moment before laughing to himself.
“You both look very relaxed. Especially you, Eddie.”
“Volt-”
“Eddie-”
“Enough.” Your voice causes both of them to stop talking. “You got what you wanted, Volt, didn’t you?”
You pull away from Volt, ever-so-slightly, so you can analyze his expression. You’re pleasantly surprised when he seems a bit flustered by your question.
You giggle to yourself before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“But that’s not all you wanted, is it, Volt? You were hoping for a bit of a show, right?”
Volt is always so confident, especially when it comes to you and Eddie. You’re normally used to him looking at you as a tiger looks at his prey, but the pure vulnerability in his eyes nearly makes you change your mind.
Nearly.
“My spark, please allow me to-” Volt nearly chokes on his words when you force him into a nearby chair.
“I’ll give you a show, Volt, as long as you behave.” You offer him an ultimatum as you show him a bundle of rope that just happened to be laying around.
“There’s no need, darling,” He purrs as his hands rest on his knees, “I’ll behave.”
“Good.” You look over to Eddie, who hesitates for a moment before handing you a bottle of liquor. “Do you want to help?”
Eddie thinks to himself for a moment before a light blush appears on his face.
“I'd rather watch.”
He steps aside as you grab the pour spout and attach it to the bottle in your hand.
You raise the bottle to your lips, and you take a healthy swig. Drops of liquor run down your chin, but for now, you pay them no mind.
The atmosphere is hot and tense as you slowly approach Volt. The bottle leaves your hand and sits on the table as you plan your next move.
Volt watches you with barely-contained hunger - he would've devoured you by now if he wasn't so damn curious about what you two were doing in here.
You gently straddle Volt as your hands come to rest on his shoulders. Instinctively, one of his hands comes to rest on your side.
“Hands off.” You offer a singular warning, which earns you a groan from him.
“But you look so divine, my light-”
“Volt.” Your voice would be downright scary in any other context, but you need to show Volt who's really in-charge here.
“Eddie-” His eyes are pleading as he looks over to Eddie, who simply scoffs.
“Don't look at me.”
Volt's desperate gaze shifts over to you, and his head drops for a moment as his hand returns to his side.
Your hand finds his chin as you force him to look you in the eyes.
“Do you want to know what Eddie and I were doing in here before you walked in?”
He can barely hold your gaze as he answers.
“Yes.”
You're intoxicated by the power you hold over him. It's no wonder why he enjoys teasing you and Eddie so much.
“We were trying out some new liquor for the bar…” You pause, pretending to think for yourself for a moment, “would you like to try some?”
“Please, live wire, whatever you need-” Volt stops talking when you lean in close enough to kiss him.
You could end this right here by simply giving Volt what he wants. But that wouldn't be any fun, especially when he lied to you and Eddie.
You smile mischievously before gently blowing a bit of air onto Volt's lips.
“Not yet,” You pull away from him to shift your weight into a more comfortable position, which causes Volt to moan, “Eddie?”
One hand leaves Volt's shoulder to beckon Eddie forward while your other hand grabs a spare drop of liquor that threatens to run off your face. You offer that small drop to Volt, who quickly licks it off of your finger.
You guide Eddie to the other side of Volt before placing both of your hands on Volt's chest.
“You're doing good, Volt, just a little longer.” You gently praise him before expectantly looking at Eddie.
Eddie's hands lay on Volt's shoulders as you lean up to kiss Eddie. He pulls you in closer to him, which pushes you further into Volt.
You're only interrupted by a small whine from Volt, which causes you to smile as you break apart from Eddie.
“Yes, Volt?”
You want an answer from him - any answer will do, especially if it's him begging you to touch or kiss him.
But that answer never comes. He can't seem to formulate the words as his hands fidget at his side.
“Tongue-tied?” You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “I never expected that from you, of all people.”
“Volt?” Eddie squeezes Volt's shoulders. “You alright?”
“I'm fine.” His voice lacks the normal composure and confidence it usually contains.
You've really and truly flustered the man in front of you. The heavy blush on his face as he can't look you or Eddie in the eye is a tell-tale sign.
“Volt, next time you're worried about either of us, just tell us.” You murmur before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “And if you want us to make out in front of you, say something.”
A small blush forms on Eddie's cheeks as Volt's arms wrap around your waist.
A warm smile spreads across his face. He might’ve been flustered for a moment, but no he's back to his usual self.
“I quite like this side of you, live wire. Demanding, cold, teasing… don't you agree?” Volt stares at Eddie, who grumbles in agreement.
Heat rushes to your face as you attempt to get off of Volt, but his arms keep you tethered in place.
“Not so fast, little wire. Don't you think I get a reward for being so well-behaved?”
“You call that well-behaved?” Eddie rolls his eyes before looking at you. “It's up to you.”
“Fine,” You nod at Volt, “you can pick which one of us-”
You don't even get to finish your statement before Volt smashes his lips against your own.
The usual control and restraint in his affection is completely gone. You've managed to trap yourself in a flurry of affection that starts with hot, wet kisses that go from your lips to any available part of your skin that he can touch.
“You're irresistible, my spark,” Volt says in-between kisses, “especially when you deny me the pleasure of touching you.”
Volt only relents once he's satisfied with the amount of marks and kisses he's left all over you. His attention turns to Eddie as he pulls the other man into a heated kiss.
You're more than content to watch them, especially when Volt occasionally squeezes your waist, but they break apart from each other before you can truly take them in.
Volt looks from Eddie, to you, then back to Eddie as a wicked smile spreads across his face.
A familiar glint settles in his eyes, one that always sets every vein in your body on fire.
“Why don't I help you both relax?”