Title: Mouths of Decadence, Part IV
Characters: Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder
Rating: NC-17 (oh yes, slash)
Word Count: 1746
Summary: Chris frees Eddie from something. So he has to find a way to repay Chris...




Not needing to be asked twice, Eddie quickly followed Chris. He didn't particularly know what he had in mind, only that being in a shower with a naked Chris was a very good idea. Such a good idea he had completely forgotten about his wallet.

Chris couldn't help but smirk. He tried very hard to hide it from Eddie, let his hair fall across his face and hide his eyes. While he was glad Eddie had said yes, especially after the kiss from the night before and Eddie's question from earlier that morning, he wasn't entirely sure what would happen once both men were in the bathroom, both undressed. He had a vague idea, but nothing concrete. Something involving a mouth wrapped around his—

"YO, CHRIS! YOU HERE!?"

Stopping on the stairs, Chris turned to Eddie, "Second door on left. I'll be up in a few. Just gotta deal with the roomie."

Nodding Eddie continued to climb the stairs as Chris brushed past him to head back downstairs. Finding the bathroom easily, he slipped inside, flicking on the light. It was an average bachelor's pad bathroom, nothing fancy at all. In an effort to feel a bit more at ease with the circumstances, Eddie pulled open some drawers. One was filled with female things: makeup, tampons, a hairbrush, and other toiletries. Eddie found that odd, having thought Chris only shared space with other guys. He hadn't seen any other signs of a woman in the house, but then again he had been wasted last night and hung-over this morning.

Closing the drawer he looked at his reflection. And couldn't for the life of him figure out why Chris fancied him, especially with the gruffness of the hangover clinging at the edge of his persona. He thought maybe about getting cleaned up before Chris joined him in the shower, but then realized that would be foolish on account of that's what showers were for. Instead he slowly started to disrobe. The bathroom mirror dipped down just far enough that he was able to see the tops of his thighs as he stepped out of his pants.

Turning to the side, he kept his gaze on the mirror. Now nude Eddie frowned. He really didn't think he was anything to write home about. Surely Chris had seen better, had had better. Not to say Eddie was a small man, because he wasn't. He just didn't think he was worthy of Chris.

And with that thought he reached for his boxers, fully intending to skirt out the door before Chris arrived, expecting to do ... whatever it was he expected to do.

"You shower with your shorts on?" Chris teased as he stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

"Uh no," Eddie replied.

"Then how come you're putting them back on?"

"I don't think this is a good idea, Chris," he claimed.

"Oh?" he stepped close to the other man and kissed him quickly.

Groaning into Chris's mouth, Eddie couldn't find the resolve to push away, not with Chris's facial hair tickling his lips in such a sensuous way. Instead Eddie's arms wrapped around Chris's neck, pulling him closer. Chris chuckled but kept kissing Eddie, his lips nipping Eddie's bottom lip slightly before he pulled away.

"You were saying?" he breathed.

"I think we should take a shower," Eddie whispered.

"Yes, a shower."

Pulling away from Eddie, Chris moved over to the shower. Turning it on, he glanced over his shoulder at Eddie. Catching his eyes briefly, Chris winked, his fingers slipping under the edge of his pants. Eddie gasped slightly upon the realization that Chris didn't wear anything under his pants at all. That and he suddenly felt really inadequate, seeing Chris's nicely shaped ass, an ass he really wanted to...

"Yes?" Chris turned to face Eddie fully. "You want to what?"

"Did I say that outloud?" Eddie's eyes met Chris's.

He smiled, "Nope."

"Then how did you...?"

"Who cares. Shower?" he pulled the shower door fully open and stepped in, glancing to Eddie to insure the singer was going to join him.

Eddie hesitated for a brief moment, watching the water run over Chris, his long curly hair soaking in the moisture eagerly. His eyes slowly followed the water down Chris's body, watching it swirl around the hills and valleys of his muscles. He marveled at how hairless Chris's chest was.

Just before Eddie's gaze reached its destination Chris spoke up, "You coming in or not?"

Eddie swallowed and nodded, stepping towards the shower.

"You might want to take your shorts back off," Chris pointed out.

"Oh right," he muttered, doing as Chris instructed.

"Nice," Chris grinned, looking over Eddie twice.

Eddie flushed, "Um thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

He chuckled in response, "Well thanks. Now get that ass in here."

Stepping over the tub edge, Eddie joined Chris in the shower. The hot water ran over his shoulders and Eddie's eyes dropped close, letting the water wash away his hesitations. Soon another sensation joined the relaxing of the water: fingertips. Fingers traced over his arms, his shoulders, down his chest. Eddie made no sounds, made no effort to stop the caresses. He wasn't so daft to stop the source of the electric feeling upon his skin, not at all.

Eyes suddenly flew open when a hand very much not his own closed around his erection. Chris grinned and kissed Eddie's surprised smile while his fingers gently traced Eddie's increasing length. A soft groan passed between the men's mouths, spilling into each other's.

Relaxing as much as one could while their blood boiled, Eddie tentatively reached out and touched Chris's chest. Slowly his hands explored the other man's chest, finding the exploration more exciting than he expected. His fingers pinched Chris's nipples.

"Ouch. That hurts," Chris pulled out of the kiss long enough to whine.

"Sorry."

"That's okay," he responded before kissing Eddie again, his fingers building a rhythm on Eddie's shaft.

"Uhhhhhh," Eddie groaned. "I'm gonna..."

Before he could finish his declaration, a white stream shot, mixing with the water on Chris's stomach. Chris chuckled, his hand releasing Eddie's throbbing penis. Before Chris could say a thing, Eddie dropped down onto his knees and sucked Chris's cock into his mouth. Gasping, Chris's now empty hand slapped against the glass of the shower door as his other hand slapped onto the tile, providing some sort of support.

Head lolling back, Chris moaned as Eddie's tongue rolled around his shaft, tracing the veins with the warm tip of his tongue. The heat of the water was starting to fade, but neither man noticed. Chris was quickly moving towards a plateau; Eddie was still spinning from his own climax, struggling to keep at his task. He adamantly refused to give up before Chris orgasmed, period.

"Fuck," Chris moaned, tilting his head up so he could look down at Eddie. "Fuck, you're.... fuck."

Eddie's fingers left their previous position at the base of Chris's cock. For a moment he considered caressing what did not fit into his mouth. Instead his fingers ventured below, cupping and fondling Chris's balls. Within moments of that, Chris stopped breathing. His body seized up and an animal-like groan echoed off of the bathroom tiles, likely heard easily downstairs.

As much as Eddie wanted to, he just couldn't stomach swallowing. Chris's pulsating penis left Eddie's mouth with a pop as the squatting singer spat into the cool water. Smiling Chris's hands left their position of support and reached for Eddie's, helping him stand fully again. The two men kissed briefly, gently.

"Damn, Eddie, you're a better cocksucker than my girlfriend," Chris commented.

Eddie froze, "G-girlfriend?"

"Yeah. She'll be by for dinner. You can meet her then," he replied, reaching around him to grab some shampoo.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," he responded, tension filling his body.

"Nonsense. Turn around so I can wash your hair," Chris instructed.

Eddie complied but still wasn't sure about the prospect of meeting Chris's girlfriend. Hell he didn't even like the fact Chris had a girlfriend.

"What's her name?"

"Susan."



Hiding behind his hair, Eddie sat on the couch in the living room. Chris moved about the house as if nothing abnormal had happened. While Eddie wasn't ashamed per se, he definitely felt uncomfortable now knowing that Chris was in a relationship. With a woman.

"Who doesn't suck anything like you," Chris whispered, holding out a beer to Eddie.

"Did I say that outloud?" he asked, accepting the bottle.

"Nope."

"Then... how?"

"You know how you can move things?"

Eddie nodded, venturing to look fully at Chris, "Yeah."

"I can read minds," he breathed. "But don't tell anyone. I'd really hate it to get out."

You're shitting me, Eddie thought.

"Nope, I'm not," Chris sipped his beer. "Promise?"

I promise I won't tell anyone. About anything between us at all.

"Good," he smiled.

"Chris! You here!?" a feminine voice called.

"In here, babe," he responded.

Stepping into the living, a tall woman with hair not unlike Chris's stopped. Her eyes went to Eddie before settling on Chris.

Holding up her left hand, which held something she said, "There was a wallet on the porch. This belong to anyone you know?"

"That's my wallet!" Eddie jumped up and snapped it out of her hand. "Um. Sorry. I've been looking for this."

"Right," she nodded. "I'm Susan. Who are you?"

Your competition, apparently, he thought but said, "Eddie. Met Chris at the studio the other day."

Chris laughed, picking up Eddie's thoughts, "And I'm sure we'll be spending plenty of time together. You know, doing music stuff."

"Right," Susan nodded, apparently not noticing the look between both men. "Just as long as it doesn't risk Soundgarden, I don't care what the two of you do."

Sure, you don't.

"Of course, babe," Chris grinned, pulling her into his lap.

He kissed her sloppily, his hand unabashedly cupping her breast.

Eddie shifted slightly on the couch, his gaze travelling to the window. Hearing Susan giggle, he couldn't help but wish he was in Chris's lap.

But somehow he didn't think the agency would take well to that. At all.

After all he had been sent to Seattle to find the one who read minds. And to erase him from the face of the world. But how could Eddie do that now? How could Eddie erase Chris when all he wanted to do was see him naked again?