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They’re a few hours into a party at the clubhouse. Things aren’t starting to wind down yet, but they could be soon. Ed is a little bit stoned and about half a case of sparkling water deep. Sometimes he wishes he still drank. If he were buzzed he probably wouldn’t be standing here secretly fretting.

Everyone’s inside or around front, leaving Ed and Izzy as the only two still out back talking. He’s starting to catch the vibe Izzy might be heading out soon, but Ed made up his mind hours ago he’s not letting that happen without doing what he’s endlessly thought of doing for weeks now.

“Iz.” Ed rests his palm flat against Izzy’s chest, tries not to let his nerves show through as he leans in close enough to murmur into his ear, “Am I gonna have to wait the rest of my life for you to kiss me, or what?”

@isrighthand

Izzy's not usually one for parties. He doesn't know how the fuck to relax, he doesn't like to drink and be off his guard, he doesn't like to be social with any more than a select few. But Edward is good at tempting him, because somehow, he always ends up at his parties anyway.

It's been a fair night anyway. He'd been able to hide away in the corner for a good while before Ed had dragged him into the action, and it's getting late enough now that it's just the two of them. Izzy's sat up on a table, idly kicking his feet, mostly letting Ed lead the conversation with the occasional comment to encourage him onward.

And then, because Ed's a fucking prick, he decides to abruptly change topics to the worst fucking one, talking like . . . like he cares. Like he wants like Izzy does, but Izzy knows that's not true. He knows he has a thing for Ed and after so many years, he knows it's unrequited. Sometimes, though . . . sometimes Ed seems almost willing, but Izzy's not sure he could handle no strings with him. If it's anything at all, Ed probably just wants to fuck him, and he doubts it's even that.

Still, Izzy's heart starts beating faster and he hopes Ed can't feel it through his shirt, with his hand . . . fuck, he shouldn't be so fucking done over a hand on his chest, but he feels almost dizzy with every touch Ed ever offers him, and this one, in this moment, isn't an exception. Izzy snorts softly, tilting his chin away, hoping the shadowed night will hide the intricacies of his expression.

" Real funny, Edward, "   Izzy mutters, nudging him away with the bottle in his hand - also sparkling water, half-empty. His chest feels half-empty too, hollow. It's not funny at all.   " Just 'cause it looks like a rom-com doesn't mean you have to make it one. "

Ed is too stoned for this shit. His knee’s bothering him more than usual, just like Izzy’s attitude for that matter, and so he’d snuck off to have a little smoke break before he could lose his shit on everyone and really look like an asshole. He’s just coming back from it when Izzy immediately starts in on him.

It’s a good thing. Great, even. If Ed had been caught just ten minutes earlier, irritable and in pain, they would have a real fucking problem. So rather than demand where Izzy got the idea he can talk to him like that, he just crooks a finger at him in a clear signal to come forward.

“Man, just– Shut up and come over here for me. Now.”

@isrighthand

For a brief moment, Izzy seems to puff up in even more rage at the order, wanting to keep shouting until he just can't. Edward never seems to care anymore. He's apathetic to the point of dangerous and Izzy - though he wishes he didn't - cares so much.

He's too blinded with anger to even recognize the potential threat. Getting closer, sounds fine, he'd love to get up into Edward's space and make him snap out of it, so he does, walking forward until they're almost chest to chest.

" You're turning into a bloody fuckin' vegetable! You - "

Izzy’s sentence ends in a huff, unable to sort out his words again. He needs Edward to care, help him, and sort this fucking crew into order so they don't die. The smell of weed hits his nose and it crinkles - Izzy's gaze flicks down to Ed's knee knowingly, and for a brief, brief moment, he worries. He's overstimulated already and the new stimuli isn't helping. With gritted teeth, Izzy balls his hands into fists at his side, trying not to meet Edward's eye, trying not to lose his entire shit.

Izzy sent:

“is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them

“Yes,” his voice comes out in a sort of whimper. He arches his back and slips his good leg around Izzy’s waist in an attempt to draw him in deeper.

Ed’s cock is hard and leaking against his stomach, but he resists the urge to touch himself. Instead he gazes up at Izzy with wide eyes, lips parting in a shaking breath. 

He reaches for Izzy to grasp him by the shoulder. The smitten smile that breaks across Ed’s face is almost shy despite the circumstances. “Get down here and kiss me, babe.”

@isrighthand

Oh, he's beautful. Izzy shouldn't be so caught up in this, shouldn't have such soft affection in his heart looking down at Edward spread out beneath him, flushed and pretty. They're supposed to be fuckbuddies, he thinks. He's not sure anymore.

But he is beautiful. He's sexy, sure, pretty cock, perky little nipples, strong arms and a pleasant softness around his middle, but Izzy is stupidly caught up in Edward's eyes - so fucking expressive, so full of . . . something that Izzy doesn't dare to name.

Izzy doesn't dare defy an order - he tilts down and kisses Ed, slow and sensual and almost gentle. Adoring.

" Pretty, "   Izzy breathes against Ed's cheek, nuzzling his way down to Edward's throat. He gives slow thrust, pulling all the way out and pushing all the way back in again, letting Ed feel the drag of his cock inside. He's wet and hot, and Izzy thinks he could drown in him, in this.  

" You've been a good boy, waiting so patiently, "   Izzy whispers, pulling his ear between his teeth just where his piercings usually are.   " How do you want it, darling? Slow or fast? "

“No, you’re not,” she says aloud to no one.

> no ur not 🧡💙

Shawn rolls her eyes.

> oh sorry would u prefer minions memes instead grampa???

No, that’s too much too soon, and she slams the delete button. She’s been in grey elipsis bubble for too long so sends yet another Shreme ( shrek meme, keep up ) as a placeholder. He probably doesn’t notice that sort of thing, but Shawn does, and she’s got standards to uphold.

> tell mr ed i say hi!!👋👋🐴

( she doesn’t need to be fake psychic to know he’s there. )

> ooh and show him this ⬇️

And she sends her fifth Shreme in an hour.

> He says hi.

Izzy spends most days and nights with Ed, so he supposes it isn’t that surprising. A little embarrassing that it’s that easy to guess where he is, maybe. But there’s also a little thrill of pride and having so much of Ed’s attention.

He ignores the memes entirely, but the next text that pops up does not.

> 🧌🥰💋💋👅🖤

Izzy simply does not comment on whatever the fuck that means. Ed’s stolen his phone often enough that he doesn’t care.