For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks his door and lets Emcee through, before locking it again.

Then he sets about shedding the rest of his clothes - that is to say his jeans - and his boots.
They don't really look salvageable either.

The grime is everywhere.

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[onceaviking]

After a short while, Eric appears in the doorway.

Suddenly.

And then he is next to Emcee, under the spray, his head tipped back.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a surprised noise and takes a half-step to the side.

"There you go again, sneaking up on me," he chokes out, but it's not really a complaint or a reprimand.

[onceaviking]

"I don't sneak," Eric murmurs, eyes closed.
"I appear. It's got more class."

[i_am_your_host]

He snorts, amused.

"That is true," he says as he uses a dollop of liquid soap to wash away the blood on his neck. "You can be classy when you want to be."

[onceaviking]

"You should have seen me in a tux and a top hat," Eric says, turning his back on Emcee to find a different bottle.

Pine.

He likes pine.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee glances up at him with a grin.

"When was a tux and a top hat part of your wardrobe?"

[onceaviking]

"Back when it was something people wore habitually," Eric replies, lathering up.
"Pam liked me in it."

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course she would. I think you'd look absolutely swoon-worthy."

And of course he's watching Eric lathering up while he himself washes away the last of the soapy residue.

[onceaviking]

"It did seem to have quite an effect on the ladies," Eric says with a small smirk.

He's moved on from his torso to his belly.

"Of course, whether it was the look or the implied money ..."

Or the height. Or the cheekbones.

[i_am_your_host]

"Well, you are quite the package, darling," he says, perfectly content to stroke Eric's ego.

[onceaviking]

"I am," Eric purrs, unabashedly pleased with himself.

He's moved further down.


Vampires are not above puns. Especially not bad ones.

[i_am_your_host]

Bad puns are Emcee's bread and butter!

Smirking, he glances up at Eric, then down to where his hands are, and then back up again.

"And you always deliver," he remarks glibly.

[onceaviking]

"That I do," Eric agrees.
"Pain, pleasure - or in between."

[i_am_your_host]

He sweeps his wet hair out of his eyes.

"Mmm, personally I enjoy the in-between, but the others are nice on their own, too."

[onceaviking]

"The in-between is a popular choice," Eric agrees with a small smirk.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shifts just a bit closer to Eric, so that they're under the same spray of water.

"That is because you are so fucking good at it," he purrs.

[onceaviking]

"I am," Eric agrees, smirking down at him.
"Practice makes perfect. And I have a lot of practice."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smirks right back up at him.

"Has anyone ever told you what a deliciously smug bastard you are?"

[onceaviking]

"It comes up, occasionally, " Eric replies, stepping closer.
Crowding him.

"I consider it one of my better qualities. "

[i_am_your_host]

He takes a step backwards and finds his back against the cool tiled wall. Trapped, his heart races faster. And he grins up at Eric.

"It suits you. Modesty is overrated anyway."

[onceaviking]

It's such an appealing sound, that of a racing heart.

Eric smiles, slowly. "I couldn't agree more. "

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tips his head back against the wall, eyeing Eric's lips.

He then slowly reaches up and lays his hands on his chest, broad and solid. And he pushes, lightly, just to feel how immovable Eric is. (And...just to put his hands on his chest.)

[onceaviking]

The answer to that is 'very'.

Eric looks down at him, lifting one eyebrow.

[i_am_your_host]

He's essentially caught between two solid objects. But it's a nice place to be trapped.

He slides his hands down Eric's torso, over his stomach, fingertips following every ridge and swell of muscle. His hands are very warm. And Eric is standing close enough to feel his breath on his skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets him, slowly letting his eyes drift shut.

Feeling the warm fingers explore his midsection.

The water is still running, creating a warm, wet, secret room. With just the two of them.