[ for what, he can leave that up to the imagination. it's a dusky night in los angeles. if he actually did hook up tonight he's pretty sure whiskey dick would win out—not that he would. he hasn't put his hands on anyone else since derry, which is admirable given how fucking horny he is lately. if he thinks about it too long it feels promise ring trite, and then if he thinks about it even longer than that he knows he has a good reason.
so he's just on the couch, half-dressed, trying not to grind a hole in the sofa cushions thinking about the way eddie looks when he blushes. ]
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[ for what, he can leave that up to the imagination. it's a dusky night in los angeles. if he actually did hook up tonight he's pretty sure whiskey dick would win out—not that he would. he hasn't put his hands on anyone else since derry, which is admirable given how fucking horny he is lately. if he thinks about it too long it feels promise ring trite, and then if he thinks about it even longer than that he knows he has a good reason.
so he's just on the couch, half-dressed, trying not to grind a hole in the sofa cushions thinking about the way eddie looks when he blushes. ]
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