38 and/or 59 for Eddie/Father Brian please!
"Youâre n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?â
âTell me again.â
(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.
