Eddy simply admired Luke, entranced with how he looked nude with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face, like a humanized version of Pan. All coy mischief that had Eddy absolutely charmed, already caught under his spell. The apron idea was shelved but Luke reached for Eddy's shirt and nothing else. The fucking tease. Once Luke left the room Eddy had to squeeze his hardon cruelly to get himself under control, thinking of naked grandmas and dead puppies so his erection could die a painful death.<br/><br/>Eddy loved it when his lovers wore his clothes, it drove him absolutely wild, and the fact that Luke did it without hesitation left him so goddamn pleased. Lucky for him that it was summer, because if Luke ever walked around in nothing but Eddy's sweaters they wouldnt leave the bedroom til spring.<br/><br/>Eddy got up much slower, body stiff from the extraneous workout from last night. Seriously, he was gonna quit drinking and hire a personal trainer, he needed to if he was going to keep up with Luke. The old man felt every one of his years as he slowly pulled on a pair of boxers and his horrendous house robe. He then reached for the tiny liquor bottle he had hidden away in his sock drawer and downed it in two gulps.<br/><br/>He needed it to keep his hands from shaking. With how long and how heavy he had hit the bottle, he knew quitting cold turkey would probably kill him.<i>Last one, </i>he thought to himself,<i>last one and I'll call AA tomorrow. <br/>
</i><br/>He placed the empty bottle into the drawer to be thrown away later, and then went to the bathroom to gargle mouthwash so Luke wouldnt smell the alcohol on his breath. He then shuffled his way down the hall, and smiled as Your Majesty yowled at Luke to fetch her breakfast.