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[ the impression that wash leaves through this call, the most auditory exchange between them, is an intensifying of what eddie's already come to know of him. hot, even hotter than he could've thought. commanding and confident, power in his voice with the ability to switch between firm and soft words, filthy ideas mingling in all the while. he's gotten to know a little more about who wash is too, all of the space marine part of the conversation; had been able to share about his own trauma, his death. it's a lot of abrupt, heavy topics slung around maybe haphazardly. there'd been no aim, perhaps, other than distraction from the present ache of steve being in a coma. but he feels like he's a little closer to knowing more about who wash might be as a person.

his belly does a little tumble at that, being called baby again. he can't help but chuckle softly -- of course he hasn't been doing that, but fuck if he doesn't love hearing wash call himself daddy too.

he would've said more, something else. teasing, playful, but then that question is asked. his chest goes tighter, body shifting so his knees start to bend up. he idly runs his sticky fingers up through his hair, making a sound about it, but. ugh, whatever, he's going to take a shower anyway. ] Uh, no? I mean, yes. I'm not. Not gonna go in. To the gym or Jolene's. [ his lips purse, sighing through his nose. there's the sting of remembering why he'd wanted to be distracted in the first place, right along with not wanting to disappoint wash.

his young, immature brain. ] Sorry? [ he means it, but doesn't want to have to mean it either, voice unsteady. ]

[ wash is quick to soothe that, at least. ]

If you had told me you were going to work, Eddie, I wouldn't let you off the call until you promised to send messages about getting time off.

[ teasing but with -- a bit of firmness behind it. he would have absolutely forced that point. even here, even with this, even with him, wash is choosing to be very specific about making sure that eddie himself is taken care of. that quiet sigh, uncertainty -- he can hear him drifting back a little to the present. and wash could draw him away from that again, and he might, but he does know that ultimately his role here is as distraction, as support. he can't solve the problem for him, or make it go away. ]

Means our little game is on hold for a while. But that's fine. [ a gentle hum, thoughtful, as if he's thinking, considering -- even though he already perfectly knows what he's about to suggest. ] How often do you want to hear from me?

[ every night? every other night? less or more? as always while wash is happy to take control, he's letting eddie make key decisions. draw his own lines. eddie hasn't drawn a lot fo them so far, but wash will still always make sure he has the opportunity to. ]

[ oh. oh. eddie inhales sharply, relief washing over him. ] Okay. Thanks. For, uh, thinking of that, too. [ for thinking of him, and how it wouldn't make a lick of sense for either of his bosses to presume he'd go into work. he hasn't had the time to contemplate what all he might do either, only that he doesn't want to leave steve's.

his lips push together, breath holding again, appreciating that wash states what eddie doesn't have it in him to. it's fine, it's allowed to be okay. this game isn't some life or death situation, there's no ticking bomb or clock. it's more than acceptable for there to be a break when something unforeseen has happened. eddie can't think of anything else that would make him want to hit pause on this. but, really, it would've been okay, for whatever reason. maybe he'll think about that later, too, that he has far more autonomy in all of this than he might perhaps feel at first glance. it's just felt amazing, intoxicating, to feel like he's given a lot of control over to wash, so wash saying that it's fine, makes it fine for eddie, too.

he sighs out, glancing up at the ceiling. a trickle of awareness over how much he's going to be on edge about the state steve is in starts to seep back in, and it's really that that fuels his answer. first though, a beat for some hesitance and a preface. ] Is there some amount that's too much? [ a beat, but he also does consider that wash wouldn't have asked that so openly if he hadn't meant it. ] Every night, this week? [ can't help the flickering doubt in his voice. so help him if it's longer than a fucking week. ]

[ well, that's a little unexpected. he shifts slightly where he's seated again, sinking back into the plush material of the armchair, his cock aching slightly where he's stilled with working over himself. a low hum, as if considering it. ]

It's not going to be too much. You tell me how much you want to hear from me, and I'll work with it. [ gentle, firm. wash does have a job, of course, but he's an idle hand outside of that, and willing enough to help in what way he can. ] As long as you're sure that isn't too much for you.

[ just. giving eddie the chance to think it through a little while. maybe he might want a little time to focus on his friend rather than have wash distract him every single night. but maybe he doesn't, just wants the distraction, and wash won't question that if that's his choice. hes just going to make sure that eddie understands that's the choice that's actually being made. ]

[ eddie nods, forehead creasing, knowing it can't be seen across a phone call, but he takes it as an affirmative. he sighs, very faintly, when wash includes that caveat, though. it makes one of his temples hurt to suddenly reconsider, to think deeply about what he'd easily slipped out an answer for. overthinking isn't a regular for his brain and even if it's logical to consider his options, this feels like rehashing a definitive choice he'd already made.

another sigh, verging on a grumble, lips twisting from side to side. ] Uh. Jesus. [ he sighs that out, tired and wanting to take a nap, to be honest. he's thinking about it though. how he wants to take a shower, then go lay in steve's bed, probably snuggle up to his sleeping friend.

okay. so, there's more there, on his mind. ] How about...you call or text me tomorrow, and I'll think about it before then?

[ not annoyed or frustrated at wash, just even more exhausted than he'd been earlier, at the start of their texts and call. it feels like the right move though, rather than continuing to slam down a schedule of dirty phone sex sessions like he's running out of time. he has a lot of desperation concerning wash, how he wants to see him, wants to be with him, touch him, everything. this though? it doesn't feel like he needs to be as desperate, after being presented with that fact that he has more options than what he might initially choose. ]

[ good. eddie taking the time to think. a little concerning, honestly, if only because that's a little different and he can hear the tiredness in his voice, but he sounds like he's going to actually think about it, and that's enough. wash hums a little, quiet and affirming, and after a moment of consideration; ]

Give me a time, tomorrow.

Yeah. [ obviously, clearly, he will, head starting to feel heavier after coming and with the day's events, reality setting in, muddling. he pushes a smile onto his face, into his voice, an attempt at making a stiff upper lip so he can sit with some semblance of feeling light, including -- ] Well, try not to get too bored before you get to talk to me again.

[ it's gonna be fine. he'll be fine. he's not now, but he can act like he is, on the surface. long enough to say bye, long enough to take a shower before he has to accept the inevitable of some solemnness going back to sleep in steve's bed. ]

[ wash considers, for a moment. hearing that slight drop in his voice. there's no need to call him out on it, they both know what it is, and that's fine. a quiet acknowledging hum comes over the line, before he decides -- ]

For tomorrow. Give me a time, now.

[ there is that tone of expectant command in his voice, it's an order -- but it's a gentle one, an offer more than anything else. an easy one to dismiss with a suggestion that he'll simply come back to it tomorrow. but what wash is offering here is more of a promise to look to on the horizon, and something else a little more concrete to structure his time around other than his friend's coma. ]

Edited (it is a confusing thing he's asking isnt it) 2023-07-21 23:09 (UTC)

[ at least eddie isn't alone, even if he's intending on wallowing for at least a bit over steve. he has a good amount of friends who will come spend time with him, some of who he'll allow to drag him out of the house without a fuss. and apparently steve will be fine. so, there's that.

none of that is really enough to alleviate the pain currently, but that's okay. he can deal with it, he's pretty confident. more naps will certainly help.

he's really expecting just a chuckle or tease back or something before this call comes to natural end, so his head cants at that request, the tone it comes in. ] Uh. [ reflexively, a delay as he considers.

happy to have an answer for it, just takes him a few seconds. ] Like, 9? [ he doesn't know your schedule, wash, but his is...basically easy to guess as it currently stands. he settles for later, but not too late. 'night' has already been referenced: he's not getting up before noon unless someone forces him to, thanks.

he wouldn't have considered giving a time either. his time is structured around working hours, but that's about it. his days are usually more fluid and what happens, happens. but it is something to look forward, he's realizing, chest and head a little lighter from that alone. ]

[ wash's schedule is flexible enough. ]

Then I'll call you at 9.

I'm going to expect you to be ready for me.

[ what was a mostly a gentle, light-hearted offer before now easing into something with more demand to it, letting more of that rumbling growl slide into his voice. just a hint of it under his words. entirely aware that it would probably not be too difficult to have eddie stumbling back into whatever quiet corner he'd found himself in for tonight and keep him there with promise after promise, but that's not his role here. for now, at least.

he is, on purpose, not at all specifying what ready for me means. mostly to see what eddie might imagine that entails. ]

[ eddie smiles, contented and faint sigh heard, brows lifting with that very vague but very noted expectation. not a harsh demand. from wash, it can only sound sexy, too. it's pretty clear that there's the nudge to ponder on what he means by being ready, and eddie sinks into that a bit, sighing softly again. ]

Easy peasy, then. [ something to think about, in longer moments spent sitting outside or in the shower, hanging out in yelena's living room, anywhere that isn't explicitly beside steve. another thread added to this successful variety of distraction, and hey, he genuinely wants to talk to wash more even if it's nonsexual. which, he's not planning on that being the case here, but something he thinks of regardless. ]

Your...wish is my command. [ :) ] Talk to you at 9.

[ no pressing questions or curiosities, not this time. it goes against how he tends to be when he's speaking to wash, but he is tired. there's a light of what to look forward to the next time, a small window of time that he knows will be reserved for more than just being sad about steve.

he's gonna let you be the one to hang up though. ]

[ that's enough. a small sound, quietly amused, at how eddie stumbles into your wish is my command. close enough. ]

Take care of yourself, Eddie.

[ he'll end off there. and he'll send some of those cheetos you mentioned earlier with absolutely no mention of how he may have even found the address. look he just stalks a few people and its enough to triangulate okay. it's reasonable stalking! its fine. ]

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