It's not that weird. Most people pick a side and stick to it. They might say they switch but you get them home and find out they only want you if you're face down. Some people don't fuck, or don't get fucked. It's just what they like. And half the time if they're more than ten years older they think they should fuck you, for appearances sake. It's fucking stupid.
I don't think he does it cuz he's older than me... that'd be fucking weird if he thought like that
I've never really thought about it before with him? it's just always led to me getting fucked and I know how good that feels so when I see it going that way I don't stop it but
would be nice to be the one balls deep in him for a change
how the fuck do I bring it up in conversation
"hey you know how much I like your dick in me but can I stick it in your arse for once"?
[ And we'll see, Freddie had texted Eggsy, which was fair enough. He saw Freddie as his gay guru but he didn't have to help Eggsy, especially the way he'd propositioned it to him. If they ended up just talking all night, Eggsy wouldn't mind, he still wanted to catch up with his friend. He had no idea where Freddie's head was at after that guy had shown up in the city looking exactly like someone dangerous from Freddie's past... Hopefully he hadn't gotten into more trouble since then.
So he meets Freddie at Cupid Stunt's, doesn't go in, just waits outside while people file out around closing time. He knows Freddie will be out soon enough so he waits by leaning against the front wall of the building in the meantime, dressed in his usual horrendous Jeremy Scott jacket and equally offensive shoes of the same brand. He looks a bit like a lurking chav but nothing can be done to rectify that. ]
[That's the problem with being a good first fuck. People just keep coming back.
Though, jokes aside, Freddie had guessed the first time that Eggsy approached him for sex that it wasn't all for curiosity's sake. When Harry came into the picture it was easy to figure out what he'd been testing the water for. (And now apparently it's love - bloody hell. Though love of a kind that doesn't rule out fucking around, obviously.)
For all the teasing, Freddie doesn't object like he might pretend he does. Eggsy's a friend. And a fucking athlete, so the chances of him actually being a bad time in bed are low. Even if he was, he'd be a nice view.
And there aren't any other particular prospects in Cupid's tonight. Freddie spends the last half hour or so keeping one eye out for Eggsy, surprised when he doesn't show up. Until he checks the security cameras. Eggsy looks like a lurking chav because he is a lurking chav. When Freddie emerges onto the street a few minutes later, catching his breath at the cold outside air biting through the sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin, he reaches to grab Eggsy's wrist.]
Fuck's sake. Get inside, no one's leaving because they're scared you're going to mug them.
[It's a lie. Inside it's quiet, and dark, and warm.]
[ Eggsy grins like what Freddie just said was a compliment. (Technically it is a compliment to Eggsy. He's spent years perfecting the art of looking intimidating so nobody would mess with him back in his neighborhood.)
Then he sees how much of a ghost town it is inside, meaning Freddie was lying about him scaring people, which gets a disappointed pout out of Eggsy. ]
It's fucking dead in here. [ Not that it matters; he didn't think they were sticking around anyway. ] Thought we were walkin' back to yours? [ Though the warmth of inside makes him reluctant to leave. ]
Did I say that? [Freddie raises his eyebrows, keeping a hold on Eggsy's sleeve as he leads the way through the empty scatter of tables and chairs.] I thought I just said meet me here. My place doesn't have a free bar.
[And neither, technically, does Cupid's, which doesn't keep Freddie from snagging a bottle of tequila as they pass it and head into the 'backstage' area. Storage cupboards, offices, a dressing room for the drag acts and the dancers - it's this latter that Freddie pulls Eggsy into, walking backwards.]
[ Eggsy kind of feels like a puppy on a lead when Freddie drags him by his sleeve, curious as he looks around the behind the scenes of the bar. After grinning at the "borrowed" bottle of tequila, he follows Freddie into the dressing room.
He won't ever say no tequila; even at those moments when he probably should after too much alcohol consumption. Fortunately, Eggsy hasn't drank anything alcoholic today, but he's pretty sure when Freddie says 'one' it won't be just one. ]
This the part where you get me really drunk and convince me dressin' in drag's a good idea?
Might be the part where we both get drunk and I let you put your hand up my skirt.
[Although that's not actually in the plans tonight (probably evident in the fact that he's in jeans and a vest, both tight enough to be sprayed on but decidedly unfeminine). There is no plan, per-se, but Freddie's a little drunk, and a little high from the night's earlier excesses, and there's a couch back here draped in faux-furs which seems too good a prospect to waste.
The heating doesn't exactly work, in his flat - not regularly - and he managed to break the bed a few weeks ago. The couch here pulls out into a better option, but he leaves it folded for now, reaching up to retrieve a couple of tumblers from one of the dressing room cupboards.]
But if you think you can work up to fucking me better in false eyelashes and heels, I'm sure I can dig you something out.
[ Eggsy snorts. ] You couldn't pay me to put glue near my eyes. [ He doesn't know how anyone does it. Heels on the other hand... well, he'd probably only wear them for Harry. ]
So you know everything I've been up to. [ He felt like he'd spoken a lot about himself earlier when they'd been texting (that's because he had). Now it was Freddie's turn. ] Anything exciting happen with you?
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I can't be the only person who's done it here....
can I?
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But it was a joke, Eggsy.
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just like how I better be yours
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Then again, I haven't had Dennis at all, so I suppose that makes you the default.
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you could always have both of us
I'm trying to set up a threesome with joe first though but I can put your name on the waiting list
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Though I suppose I could see what you've picked up since the first time.
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what do you really like doing? whatever you want I can give it to you
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Oh, Jesus, is that what you're into. See, I always thought you must have Harry coming at the crook of your finger. Is it the other way round?
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I've never actually done that with him
holy shit I've never fucked harry??
it's actually weird how he's never asked me to
what if he thinks I'd be shit at it???
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You haven't asked to fuck him, though?
Would you want to?
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I've never really thought about it before with him? it's just always led to me getting fucked and I know how good that feels so when I see it going that way I don't stop it but
would be nice to be the one balls deep in him for a change
how the fuck do I bring it up in conversation
"hey you know how much I like your dick in me but can I stick it in your arse for once"?
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Have you done it, though? Fucked someone? It's different than with girls.
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so I could be shit at shagging harry
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I come to yours and fuck you until you think I'm good enough
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c'mon freddie you know you're the best at teaching me about sex
and you did a good job at teaching me how to take it up the arse
bet it'll only take a couple of rounds before I'm a pro
I'll blow you/eat you out/take your dick in me between shags?
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You can come over. Later - actually, you can meet me when the club lets out, we'll walk back. But it's not a lesson, or a transaction.
And we'll see.
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So he meets Freddie at Cupid Stunt's, doesn't go in, just waits outside while people file out around closing time. He knows Freddie will be out soon enough so he waits by leaning against the front wall of the building in the meantime, dressed in his usual horrendous Jeremy Scott jacket and equally offensive shoes of the same brand. He looks a bit like a lurking chav but nothing can be done to rectify that. ]
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Though, jokes aside, Freddie had guessed the first time that Eggsy approached him for sex that it wasn't all for curiosity's sake. When Harry came into the picture it was easy to figure out what he'd been testing the water for. (And now apparently it's love - bloody hell. Though love of a kind that doesn't rule out fucking around, obviously.)
For all the teasing, Freddie doesn't object like he might pretend he does. Eggsy's a friend. And a fucking athlete, so the chances of him actually being a bad time in bed are low. Even if he was, he'd be a nice view.
And there aren't any other particular prospects in Cupid's tonight. Freddie spends the last half hour or so keeping one eye out for Eggsy, surprised when he doesn't show up. Until he checks the security cameras. Eggsy looks like a lurking chav because he is a lurking chav. When Freddie emerges onto the street a few minutes later, catching his breath at the cold outside air biting through the sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin, he reaches to grab Eggsy's wrist.]
Fuck's sake. Get inside, no one's leaving because they're scared you're going to mug them.
[It's a lie. Inside it's quiet, and dark, and warm.]
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Then he sees how much of a ghost town it is inside, meaning Freddie was lying about him scaring people, which gets a disappointed pout out of Eggsy. ]
It's fucking dead in here. [ Not that it matters; he didn't think they were sticking around anyway. ] Thought we were walkin' back to yours? [ Though the warmth of inside makes him reluctant to leave. ]
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[And neither, technically, does Cupid's, which doesn't keep Freddie from snagging a bottle of tequila as they pass it and head into the 'backstage' area. Storage cupboards, offices, a dressing room for the drag acts and the dancers - it's this latter that Freddie pulls Eggsy into, walking backwards.]
One for the road?
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He won't ever say no tequila; even at those moments when he probably should after too much alcohol consumption. Fortunately, Eggsy hasn't drank anything alcoholic today, but he's pretty sure when Freddie says 'one' it won't be just one. ]
This the part where you get me really drunk and convince me dressin' in drag's a good idea?
[ Eggsy knows your game, Freddie Baxter. ]
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[Although that's not actually in the plans tonight (probably evident in the fact that he's in jeans and a vest, both tight enough to be sprayed on but decidedly unfeminine). There is no plan, per-se, but Freddie's a little drunk, and a little high from the night's earlier excesses, and there's a couch back here draped in faux-furs which seems too good a prospect to waste.
The heating doesn't exactly work, in his flat - not regularly - and he managed to break the bed a few weeks ago. The couch here pulls out into a better option, but he leaves it folded for now, reaching up to retrieve a couple of tumblers from one of the dressing room cupboards.]
But if you think you can work up to fucking me better in false eyelashes and heels, I'm sure I can dig you something out.
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So you know everything I've been up to. [ He felt like he'd spoken a lot about himself earlier when they'd been texting (that's because he had). Now it was Freddie's turn. ] Anything exciting happen with you?
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