UM HOWDY. Tell me all about gator and Eddie. I’m begging on my knees.
WORM! Everything for you 💜 (I'm also damn excited to talk about them for sure)
Thanks to the interest in this particular ship (most requests are for this WIP), I actually started writing it, even though other fics have more of a deadline. Ooops.
I won't lie, it's going to be hard to get Gator's voice here, but I'll try to keep him in character as much as possible. But that's why it will be Eddie's POV. Gator isn't the usual type he goes for, but the guy reminds him of someone from his past, a certain jock from high school who had featured in more than one of his wet dreams. Back then, Eddie had a sneaking suspicion that his advances might not be entirely unwelcome, but he was young and inexperienced and the risk was simply too great.
Gator is as painfully performatively straight as King Steve had been, but now Eddie knows what to look for and he knows what Deputy Tillman wants, what he needs. Even if the man himself doesn't. By the time Eddie gets him down on his knees, he'll know, and he'll be begging for it.
And that's why Eddie is sitting in some dive bar, drinking a watered-down beer that's at least cheap, wallowing in self-pity, when Deputy Gator Tillman walks into his life.
At first he doesn't even turn his head to look at the man who just sat down next to him, just nods politely while staring into the smudged glass in his hands. It's only when the guy next to him orders a Bud Light, of all things, that Eddie can't help but snort. From what he's seen so far, the men here are manly men, drinking only the bitterest beer and the strongest whiskey while thumping their chests like apes.
"Something funny, shitbird?" The guy snarls at him.
And here we go again, Eddie thinks, already tired of what's sure to come.
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