#reeferking

Eddie happens to be in the right place at the right time and realizes Rick has something he desperately wants.

Coveted

Eddie is lazy and high sitting across from reefer Rick watching some movie as they smoke. Technically he came over for business but as things usually go Eddie sat down for one joint and somehow the sun has gone down without his notice. Rick could almost pass for his brother both in mannerisms and looks. Eddie is not sure somewhere down the line they are not related. There is certainly a familial note in their scents diluted by time.

Rick's hair is the same shade as his but even wilder, a little shorter but closer to actual curls than Eddie can ever get in his without a perm. He has more muscle and more of a gut than Eddie too, the thing covered in a dark thatch of hair from the middle of his pecs to where his pants hang low, the near see through tank top leaves nothing to the imagination.

Rick kicks Eddie's foot distracting him from the movie and he nearly drops the joint before trying to pass it back. Rick waves the joint away, a fresh one already lit in his hand. "Door man, go get the door." Rick waves with the joint before bringing it up to his mouth, his dark van dyke moving as he takes a long drag.

There is a sharp impatient knock on the door, Eddie must have missed at least the first. "You expecting someone?" Eddie is slow as he moves to his feet, ass feeling like static. How long has he been sitting there? He stretches and shakes himself out.

Rick glances at the clock before his posture straightens a little, scent bright and hopeful, "Sunday, right?" Rick checks, Eddie nods and a sly smirk pulls across his face. Not for the first time since Rick grew his mustaches and goatee combo Eddie thinks he kind of looks like a cartoon villain. "Got a standing date for Sundays." Spicy heat blooms in his scent and Eddie wonders who Ricks got making house calls on the regular.