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Here is some Father Brian/Eddie hurt/comfort for you my dear @30somethingautisticteacher. I'm all over the place with the vibes on these prompt fills, so I hope you enjoy this fluffy little thing. This is the Father Brian/Eddie from this little universe, but you don't have to have read that to read this!
Eddie sat in the waiting room of the oral surgery office, looking through one of the magazines they had sitting out. Magazines felt novel. It seemed like most medical offices didn’t have them anymore. Probably because everyone just scrolled on their phones while they waited. But, to Eddie, reading a magazine in a waiting room was like getting ginger ale on an airplane. It hit differently in those settings. And it was sort of a ritual - it felt weird not to.
He’d just finished his third Home & Garden magazine when a nurse walked out into the waiting room and called his name. Eddie set the magazine aside and approached.
“Surgery went well. We removed all four wisdom teeth,” the nurse said, leading Eddie to the back, giving him some post-op instructions and letting him know prescriptions have been sent to the pharmacy on file. Eddie nodded along, listening, but eager to see Brian with his own eyes.
Yes, wisdom teeth surgery was completely routine. But even so, there was an edge of worry in his chest he knew wouldn’t go away until he saw him.
Eddie stepped into the recovery room and saw Brian there, cheeks packed with gauze, eyes hazy. He had a wrap around his head with an ice pack on either side of his face. He attempted to smile at Eddie.
“Heyyyy dear,” he said, reaching his hand out.
Eddie went over to him and took hold of his hand, warmth and fondness chasing away the last tendrils of worry wrapped around his ribs. “Hi,” Eddie said, brushing aside some of the hair that had fallen across Brian’s forehead. “Sounds like everything went well.”
Brian’s expression changed to a frown. “Is that what they said?” he said, his words muffled by all the gauze.
Uh oh…
Eddie pulled up a chair next to where Brian was reclined. “What happened?”
“The doctor wouldn’t give me my teeth,” Brian said indignantly. “They’re mine, why can’t I have them back?”
“Oh, I see,” Eddie said, trying not to smile. “You want me to punch him in the face?”
“What?! No!” Brian said, alarmed, then furrowed his brow. “Would you really do that?”
“No,” Eddie said gently, then lifted Brian’s hand and kissed his knuckles.
“Okay good,” Brian said, settling back down with a sigh. “I just wanted to show Chris my teeth. I think he’d think it was cool.”
“He probably would, but that’s okay,” Eddie assured him.
“Let’s tell him the tooth fairy took them,” Brian said, looking pleased with his own genius idea.
“He’s 15 years old, Bri. I think he knows the tooth fairy isn’t-”
Brian tried to shush him before he could say it outloud, then groaned because it probably made his mouth hurt.
“Alright, handsome, let’s go home,” Eddie said, helping him up. Brian immediately started to list to the side, but Eddie wrapped his arm securely around Brian’s waist, then guided Brian’s arm around his shoulders.
Brian let out a little giggle, then they carefully made their way out toward the parking lot.
They’d come in Brian’s car, figuring the Prius would be easier to get in and out of than Eddie’s truck. Eddie got Brian settled in the passenger seat and helped him with his seatbelt, then went over to the driver’s side.
“I’m so tired,” Brian whined. It was so strange coming from him. He never whined and so rarely complained about anything. “And my mouth hurts.”
“I know,” Eddie said, giving Brian’s thigh a reassuring squeeze. “We’re just gonna pick up your prescriptions and get home so you can rest.”
Luckily, the pharmacy closest to their house had a drive-thru, so Eddie picked up the meds quickly. Brian had dozed off in the passenger seat and Eddie had carefully reached over at a red light to recline the seat a bit so his head wouldn’t fall to the side. He didn’t want Brian to bump anything with his face.
Eddie hated to do it, but he gently shook Brian’s shoulder when they got home. “Hey, sweetheart, let’s get you inside.”
Brian groaned as Eddie helped him out of the car, into the house, and into their bed, keeping him propped up.
“Will you eat some applesauce? I don’t want the pain meds to give you a stomach ache.”
“I just want to sleep,” Brian whined again.
“Just a couple bites,” Eddie said, opening the small container. “All you have to do is open your mouth.”
Brian let out an irritated sigh, but he opened his mouth like Eddie asked. Eddie managed to hide the pill in one spoonful of applesauce and once Brian swallowed it down. Once that was done, Eddie carefully put new, clean gauze into Brian’s mouth.
“Alright, you can sleep now,” Eddie said gently. He helped Brian lay down on his back, putting pillows on either side of him so he didn’t try to roll onto his side in his sleep. Not that he’d feel it once the pain meds kicked in.
“Stay, please?” Brian said, reaching out toward him. “You make me feel better.”
Eddie’s heart melted and he smiled. He took Brian’s hand and kissed his fingers, then settled carefully into bed beside him. Brian kept a hold of his hand and held it against his chest like Chris used to hold his beloved, worn out stuffed bear.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Brian said, his voice soft.
“Of course,” Eddie said, watching him drift off to sleep, his heart warm and full. “Getting to take care of you is a blessing.”
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"You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”
“Tell me again.”
(This one is set post s8, and Eddie gets a little self-reflective.)
Within a month of moving back to LA, Eddie also goes back to church. Well, he goes to a specific church because he knows the priest. Father Brian is a good listener, gives good advice, isn't afraid to call Eddie on some shit that he's realizing is a way bigger problem than he could've ever dealt with on his own.
He's also fun to just hang out with. Eddie finds himself sitting in his office while he works on homilies or figures out schedules for events, fundraisers, whatever.
He and Buck are giving each other some apparently much needed space, so Eddie's pretty sure his closest friend right now is a priest. They even text. There's memes.
Eddie's at a bar with the rest of the shift, and he's been drinking enough that he smiles at a girl at the bar when he goes to close out his tab. But when she smiles back and tries talking to him, he doesn't really feel the kind of spark he wants. He feels bad about backing off when he's the one who kind of initiated contact, but it's just not a good night for it.
When he leaves the bar, he's squinting at his phone to call an Uber, glances around to double check the address, and realizes he's about three blocks from the church.
So Eddie walks. He goes to the church, walks around to the back to the rectory, and knocks on the door.
Brian opens it, a robe wrapped around himself, and he squints at him. "Eddie? Is everything--are you drunk?"
"Buzzed," Eddie corrects, suddenly feeling like an asshole. "I shouldn't--"
"No, come in," Brian says, stepping aside.
Eddie's been back here before, having followed Brian to help him find his phone charger, of all things. It's weird to think of priests with technology.
"What brings you here?" Brian asks, sitting on the edge of his bed. Eddie takes the chair at the desk. There's no other seating except at the small dining table across the room, but it's far from the bed.
"Believe it or not, I was in the neighborhood," Eddie says, grinning. "But it's midnight, so I should get out of here and let you sleep."
"I wasn't sleeping," Brian says, a flush spreading over his cheeks.
Eddie suddenly realizes that Brian's sitting with his hands over his lap in a way that any guy could relate to.
Oh.
Oh.
He's pretty sure priests aren't allowed to--but maybe he was just waiting? For it to...stop?
"You're, uh, n-not wearing anything under that, are you?" he asks, and Brian's face goes red. "That was really inappropriate. I should go. I'm so sorry. Oh my g--sorry."
"No, no, it's fine," Brian insists, chuckling. "I'm sorry."
They both stand at the same time and almost run each other over, and Eddie reflexively reaches out to keep Brian from falling, except his hand catches the edge of the robe and then it's open above the belt.
There's literally nothing that comes to mind that isn't blasphemy, so Eddie just stares.
Brian's cut. Not his--Eddie doesn't know about that, but his muscles. They're...there.
He's staring. He's staring so much. When he looks up, Brian is looking at his mouth, probably because it's hanging open. Except then his eyes drop down, where Eddie is tenting his jeans.
"Fuck it," Brian mutters, kissing him.
So Eddie is thinking that the thing with Marisol might've been another problem, because he's perfectly okay kissing an actual priest and backing him up onto a tiny bed and untying his robe.
Huh. Brian's cut. And now Eddie knows that.
"What do you want?" Brian asks, and Eddie licks his lips, meeting his eyes.
"You," he confesses, kissing him. He breaks it to pull his own shirt over his head while Brian unzips his jeans. Eddie stands, gets them off with his underwear in one go, has to sit down to deal with his boots, and then he's on Brian with a long leg wrapped around his hip.
"Tell me again," Brian says against his mouth.
"Fuck, I want you," Eddie gasps, rutting against him.
Brian smiles, nips at his lip before tipping his head back. "Then have me."
Eddie has no idea what he's doing, feels like a teenager again, but he's pretty sure Brian hasn't had sex in over a decade, if ever. So whatever they can figure out together will be great. He drags his mouth all over, grabs and strokes and squeezes, feels like he's won something when Brian does the same in kind.
They don't do much more than rub off against each other, but they end up in a sweaty heap on the tiny bed. Eddie's having flashbacks to high school.
"I'm going to Hell," he realizes, dazed.
"Yeah, so you didn't take a vow before God and the church, you're fine. I'm going to have to go to confession. And then figure out what it means that I've wanted you since I met you. Despite the mustache."
Eddie laughs against his shoulder. "Man, shut up."
"Actually, maybe you can regrow--"
Eddie cuts him off with a kiss, and when Brian smiles against his mouth, he feels something like peace wash over him.
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For the smut prompts for judy can I request number 54 for eddie and father brian. Bonus points if eddie is interrupting Brian writing a sermon 😁
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Prompt: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working.”
Ship: breddie - father brian/eddie
Brian heard the front door open, and that in and of itself was enough to make him smile. The fact that Eddie had a key and was able to let himself in like he lived there..
“Are you working?” Eddie asked, bordering on whining as he set down the bags of takeout.
Ahh.. domestic bliss.
“I’m.. almost done. -ish.”
“I thought that we were going to do a movie night tonight..”
“We are, we are,” Brian assured him, extending his neck to steal a quick kiss. “C’mere..” Brian moved his laptop to the side. “You can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”
Eddie gave him a little crooked grin. “Is that, uh.. going to be helpful?”
“I don’t need help; I need you.”
Brian’s hands found Eddie’s waist as he shepherded him where he belonged, in Brian’s lap.
“Mmm, Father,” Eddie softly groaned. “Seems like maybe you do need a little help?”
“Hush,” Brian affectionately chastised. “Can I ask you not to blaspheme while I’m writing my sermon?”
“Forgive me for stating a fact..” Eddie grinded his hips against Brian’s erection, proudly making itself known through his sweatpants. “What’s your sermon about?”
Brian snorted. “Ironically, it’s about patience..” He twisted around Eddie’s body to put his laptop in his boyfriend’s lap and continue typing. He didn’t have to make it perfect. That was what Saturdays were for. He just needed to get the words down for now.
Eddie chuckled, which.. didn’t help the situation in Brian’s pants, or his concentration, feeling Eddie’s body moving against him.. however slight.
“Be patient, then, brothers and sisters,” Brian recited quietly, his voice just a whisper against the back of Eddie’s neck. “Until the Lord’s.. Coming.”
“Ffff-” Eddie cut himself off. “Bri.. Just.. Will you let me do something for you?”
“Can I hear what it is before I-”
Eddie slid out of Brian’s lap and settled on his knees in front of Brian.
“Eddie..”
“I want to put you in my mouth,” Eddie said calmly.
It was equal parts endearing and frustrating to Brian that Eddie was still so careful with him about sexual matters. Like he might scare him off if he got too explicit. Which.. It was totally fair: he might.. But Brian didn’t want that to be true. He liked to fantasize that he was comfortable enough for Eddie to be as filthy and direct as he wanted to be and Brian would not.. curl up into an overwhelmed, protective little ball.
But.. Eddie was patient.
“Would that be okay?”
“I.. I won’t be able to work.”
“I’m not going to be distracting. I’m just going to hold you there.. Until you’re done with work.”
Brian’s heart fluttered in his chest. He swallowed a thickness in his throat. “And then?”
Eddie smirked, looking prematurely pleased with whatever he had in mind for then.
“The other part of my sermon is about humility, you know.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, and then rolled down the waistband of Brian’s sweatpants until he could take his length out.
Brian’s breaths struggled to find their way in and out at an even pace when Eddie’s hand wrapped around him. The touch cool for a moment and then warm.. so warm..
Eddie lowered his sweet lips to take Brian into his lips, and Brian couldn’t help releasing a strangled little whimper. But he kept his hips still; and Eddie kept his face still.
Brian’s heart pounded as he adjusted to the thought of.. leaning over to work on his sermon while he rested, achingly hard in Eddie’s warm, soft mouth.
He was tempted to ask Eddie what he should do. Was it rude to get back to work; or was that.. was that the part that Eddie thought would be sexy? Would Eddie still like for him to read parts of the sermon to him, like he sometimes did? But, he couldn’t really answer like this. So, he just went with his intuition.
“James, the brother of Jesus, compared patience to a farmer waiting for his crop. Not just sitting idly by.. He prepares the fertile soil, he buries his seed, waters the land.. and keeps his eyes on the skies.” Brian cleared his throat again. “He does his part as he waits for God for the.. Growth. Surrendering the timeline to Him.
“Some of you are waiting. Waiting for answers. For healing. For change in your families; breakthroughs in your jobs; clarity for your future. Do not mistake the delay for God’s absence. His timing.. is perfect.
“Psalm 37:37 says, ‘Be still before the Lord, and.. Wait patiently for Him.’ That stillness is not resignation.” Brian took a breath. “It’s trust.”
Brian looked down at Eddie, who stared up at him; mouth full, eyes shining in the dim light of Brian’s living room.
“Patience is the strength to wait; the strength to serve.”
Brian took a deep breath, getting his last few thoughts down in his document.
“Aaaaand, I can finish the rest of this tomorrow.”
Eddie raised his eyebrows in a question.
Brian nodded slowly as he closed his laptop and pushed it to the side.
