Eddy hummed in satisfaction at Luke's answer and he began to run his knuckles up and down the other man's spine, a lazy, rhythmic stroke just for the pleasure of feeling his body.<br/><br/>"That'd be nice," Eddy murmured with a grin, though it was exhausted around the edges. Last night had been... athletic, and he could feel the strain of it in his back and the lingering achiness of his legs. His dick was always ready and willing (as it was right now) but the rest of him was having a little trouble keeping up.<br/><br/>He really should start working out again (as his doctor had been telling him, over and over). He could buy a treadmill, but where would he put it? His house was large but each room had its own purpose. The game/entertainment/nerd room was already too full with his toy collection, but thats where the tv was. His home office was full too, which was now where he did his art on the computers. He couldnt put it out in the living room where anyone could see when they first come in.<br/><br/>There was always the studio..... fuck, the studio. He hasnt been in there in nearly a year, and it was the only room Luke hadnt seen yet.<br/><br/>Eddy's stroking knuckles stopped as he thought about it, the familiar guilt and anger and frustration rising in his chest as he remembered all the projects gathering dust in there, never to be finished.