Title: Mouths of Decadence, Part II
Characters: Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder
Rating: PG-13 (drunkeness, innuendo)
Word Count: 1101
Summary: Chris and Eddie hit the bar together.  Eddie loses something


Having stopped drinking long before everyone else, Chris was able to watch the gathered friends get drunker and drunker. While the others got louder, telling more tall tales about all of those gathered, Eddie got quieter, much like Chris had. Almost as if he was afraid opening his mouth would lead to him saying something he didn't mean to, didn't want anyone to hear or know. And this piqued Chris's curiosity. So when the time came for the men to stumble to their feet, Chris instantly volunteered to help Eddie.

A shock of electricity bounced between the men as Chris helped Eddie to his feet. Trying to ignore it or pass it off as static buildup, Chris wrapped his arm around Eddie's waist and led him out of the bar.

"Where are you staying?"

"I dunno," Eddie replied, leaning heavily upon the other man. "Wif you?"

"Uh... sure," Chris shrugged, before flagging down a cab.

After stuffing Eddie into the cab, Chris climbed in next to him. As soon as the door closed, Eddie collapsed onto Chris, his head in the lead singer's lap. For a moment Chris considered pushing Eddie back up. Instead he patted his tousled hair and let the man drool in his lap. It's the least he could do at the moment.

When the cab rolled up to the house, Chris hesitated. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring Eddie in. Maybe he should find a hotel nearby and dump him off. After all he wasn't really his responsibility. But no. His conscience would never allow that. Nor would the electricity between the two of them. Damn that electricity.

"Come on, Eddie," Chris breathed, pulling the man out of the cab. "We need to get you inside and in bed."

"But I'm not sleepy," he whined.

"Yes, you are," Chris replied, digging cash out of his pocket for the driver.

With Eddie practically lifted from the ground, Chris made his way up to the door. He didn't really have any free hands to fumble for keys to unlock the door, so he really, really hoped someone had left it unlocked. Fingers on the cold knob, he jiggled it. Locked. Swearing under his breath, Chris attempted to re-balance Eddie in order to fish the keys out of his other pocket. Rather than accomplish that, he bumped the knob with Eddie's back.

And for whatever reason, the door flew wide open at that.

Not one to question things, at least not when he was struggling with a drunk man, Chris proceeded inside. While his room was on the second floor, he knew there was no way in hell he was getting Eddie up the stairs. So rather he stumbled towards the guest room on the ground floor, hoping it was vacant, that his housemates hadn't crashed in that room too.

Luck would have it empty and soon Eddie poured out of Chris's arms onto the bed. However Eddie wasn't about to relinquish Chris and pulled him into bed with him, causing the leadman of Soundgarden to topple on top of him. Arms wrapped around Chris's waist, holding him where he was. A moment later, lips touched his own. Chris's eyes widened ever so slightly, but he didn't pull out of the kiss. Not in the least. Instead his lips parted and welcomed the deepening kiss of Eddie's now frantic mouth. For a few shared breaths, they kissed until Chris had to pull away to breathe.

"Good night, Eddie," he softly stated, slipping out of the other man's arms.

"But—"

"No," Chris replied. "We'll talk when you're sober."

"How... how... you?"

"I stopped drinking hours ago. It was water in my glass," he replied, touching Eddie's forehead gently with his lips. "Now go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."



Waking with a start, Eddie sat straight up. His eyes looked wildly about, trying to figure out where he was. He knew the pounding in his head and the thickness of his tongue was all due to his drinking the night before. But where was he? He most certainly wasn't in his apartment. Or even a hotel. Someone took him home...

And that increased his panic. What if they found out? What if he said something while he was drunk? What if he completely blew his cover?

He needed to escape, to slip out, to be unseen. But how? He didn't know where he was, how he got there, where... where his wallet was. It was definitely not going to be a good morning, a good day, a good life if he didn't get his head on straight.

Head. Straight. Somehow those words didn't seem to belong together in the moment. Had he— Eddie's eyes widened at the thought. He didn't think he had, but he knew he had wanted to.

He needed to get out. Right then.

Stumbling to his feet, Eddie looked around for his shoes. He didn't remember taking them off, but he didn't remember a whole lot. Like how much Chris knew.

As he threw open the door, the scents of bacon frying assaulted his nostrils. And made his stomach lurch. Rushing down the hall to what he hoped was the bathroom, Eddie barely managed to flip up the toilet lid before crashing head first into it. When the heaving finally subsided, he slumped onto the tiled floor, covering his eyes with his arm.

"Eddie?" a soft voice questioned from the doorway. "You okay?"

"Uh huh," he grumbled.

"You wanna try eating something?" Chris offered, crouching on the tile near Eddie.

He shook his head slightly, "No, I.... uh... where's my wallet?"

He shrugged, "No clue. I didn't take it out of your pants, if that's what you're wondering."

Eddie felt around his pockets again. It was gone, definitely gone.

"Maybe fell out in the cab?" Chris suggested. "I can call them."

"Yeah. I really need it back. If it falls into the wrong hands, I'm as good as dead," he admitted before having the chance to bite his tongue.

"Um, okay," he looked at the hung-over singer suspiciously but said nothing more on the matter. "Do you remember anything about last night?"

"Um... not so much. Did we... did I... suck... you off?"

Chris laughed, "No, my friend, you did not. But we did kiss."

"Oh," there was a strong note of dejection in his voice.

"Maybe next time," he winked, standing to his full height once more. "Come on, Eddie. Let's get something in your stomach to absorb what's left in your system. And I'll track down your wallet in the meantime."