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works/8051068.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Watchmen_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Edward_Blake/Sally_Jupiter/Hollis_Mason, Edward_Blake/Sally_Jupiter,
      Edward_Blake/Hollis_Mason
  Character:
      Edward_Blake, Sally_Jupiter, Hollis_Mason
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, sorry_for_more_filth, sort_of_a_sequel, Masturbation, Mirrors,
      Exhibitionism, Humiliation, eddie_is_underage
  Series:
      Part 27 of Problematic_OTP
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-18 Words: 1331
****** further exploration ******
by WattStalf
Summary
     (Takes place after the events in doorway)
     Sally has a really pretty, really ornate full-length mirror and he
     stands in front of it, taking a deep breath, taking some time to ask
     himself if he's really going to do this.
Notes
     So, I wrote that fic at the beginning of the summer with Eddie,
     Sally, and Hollis, and this takes place in that universe, under the
     assumption that, after the fact, they ended up in a relationship and
     living together. Eddie is still trying to figure out his thing about
     reflections and being watched.
     Sorry for the filth, bet you bitches thought you'd seen the last of
     me. I'm filthy and it's been a year since I posted my first Watchmen
     fic, so here's this one??? idk
It is a weird adjustment for Eddie, getting used to living in a new place.
Sally's house is nice, just outside of the city and with more than enough space
for the three of them, and Eddie had grown used to his small, dingy apartment.
His parents' house had been nice, but he'd always spent as little time as
possible there, and it'd been nearly two years since he'd left for the city
anyway. Getting used to waking up somewhere like this, and not waking up alone,
takes some time.
Though he does sometimes get lonely when their schedules mean that he is the
only one at home, he also doesn't mind getting some alone time. Not just
because that is what he's used to, but because there are still some things that
he feels more comfortable doing by himself, considering he is still getting
used to the fact that he's into so many things he hadn't previously realized.
Having some time by himself gives him a chance to indulge without going through
the process of remind himself that it's okay to be completely open around Sally
and Hollis.
On one of these nights when he's at home by himself, he gets undressed and puts
on his costume- he isn't sure why he preferred doing things all dressed up,
but, then again, he's part of a group of people who put on costumes for a
variety of reasons, so it was bound to have an effect on him eventually- and
goes into their bedroom. Sally has a really pretty, really ornate full-length
mirror and he stands in front of it, taking a deep breath, taking some time to
ask himself if he's really going to do this.
But he can't just talk himself out of it when he's been thinking about it for
days, and waiting for the chance to be alone, so he grumbles to himself about
how he has no choice and he closes his eyes and he thinks about Sally. And
Hollis, but he's still a little uncomfortable with the fact that his feelings
extends to the other man in the relationship. Whatever the case, he thinks
about them, and how they've played before and how the two of them aren't home
and how he's going to take care of himself without them, and he's hard in no
time at all, pulling at the zipper of his costume.
He peeks one eye open to see how he looks as he pulls out his cock. It's every
bit as embarrassing as he'd expected, and his cheeks are a bright pink, girly
and pathetic, and he hadn't noticed that he'd started biting his lip. He closes
his eye quickly, taking a shaky breath, and he returns his thoughts to Sally.
Sally and Hollis and the night he caught them together, and how pathetic he had
been then, how he had had no choice but to run home and jack off, even though
he had just caught the girl of his dreams fucking another man.
And then he remembers catching sight of his reflection in the window, and that
was when this whole mess had started. He likes how he looks when he likes this,
he likes it just as much as he hates it. Eddie especially likes it when he's
doing this in front of them, like the night their relationship began, when
Sally had made him put on a little performance for her and Hollis. He doesn't
know why he's so fucked up, why he gets so goddamn horny over such humiliating
things, and it's easier to it like this, when he's alone.
Like this, he is his only audience, and he runs a hand through his hair before
he opens his eyes this time. This time, he opens both of them, and he moans a
bit too loudly when he sees the young man in front of him. With his hand
wrapped around his cock and his hair messed up and his face more red than pink
now and that desperate expression on his face, he can hardly stand the sight of
himself. He takes a moment to imagine seeing this from Sally's eyes; he really
tries to get in her shoes for a second, to be the confident, beautiful woman
that everyone wants, to catch this guy, this kid putting on such a display and
to know it's because of her.
And then he thinks about being Hollis, about being just as confused about what
the hell he's doing with another man, about being just as interested in Sally.
He thinks about being the one to win her first, and about his rival being so
pathetically jealous that he's driven to do something like this. Hollis has
made fun of him plenty of times before, with Sally's permission, and Eddie
knows that he must look down on him for this, at least a little bit.
His breathing is ragged and he can feel words on his lips, the taunts he
imagines from them, but he doesn't know if he dares to say them out loud, even
in their silent, empty home. But he can hear Sally's voice echoing in the back
of his mind, the things she said to him that night when this began. I told you
he was a little pervert, didn't I?
“I...” he starts, then trails off. He stares at himself, scowling, challenging
his own reflection. “I told you he was a little pervert, didn't I?” Her words
sound strange in his voice, which is bordering on a growl right now and is much
too deep, but he doesn't dare try to impersonate her. Even he isn't going to
sink that low tonight. He decides to try something else.
“Whore,” he practically snarls, hurling the insult at himself like he isn't
speaking to himself or like he's speaking as Sally, or even speaking as Hollis.
Right now, he doesn't think it matters; right now, he doesn't care that he
isn't supposed to like Hollis and that that part of the arrangement is one big
mistake. He's getting really close, really fast, and he can hear Sally's voice
again.
Well, that was quick .
Did Hollis laugh at him when she said that or is he just remembering it that
way now because he  wants  to remember it that way? Did they both laugh at him?
He's a comedian, he wants to be laughed at, but the things he's doing for
laughs these days...it's enough to make  him  laugh, and it comes out shaky and
broken and he tries to stare himself directly in the face when he comes, but
his eyes fall shut of their own accord.
He keeps them closed for a while after that, struggling to catch his breath.
This isn't the first time he'll have to wash the mess out of his costume,
because of course he's used to aiming for his stomach, and he wonders if he's
going to have to clean Sally's mirror too. None of that matters to him right
now, and he lets the strange, pleasant mixture of shame and ecstasy wash over
him while he pants.
Until he hears Sally's voice, teasing him from behind him and he jumps. “You
couldn't even wait for me to get home?” she asks and she laughs, causing his
face to go a bright shade of red. She walks up behind him and he can see her
reflection in the mirror, getting closer and closer until she is directly
behind him, peeking around him to smile at the two of them.
“What am I going to do with you?” she taunts, and he remains stiff, humiliated
and unsure of how to explain himself. “I think I'll keep you like this until
Hollis gets home. It's only fair that I make you wait for him, right? And then
he can see what you did all by yourself.” Already, despite his humiliation,
Eddie can feel himself growing aroused all over again.
 
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