If I Stay, It Ain't Gonna Be Easy

[Barry/Eddie] Eddie's lips move against his in a gentle rhythm, an ebb and flow to their mouths that spins his thoughts haywire, a welcome mess to the chaos he's used to. This one twisters along his spinal chord, settling something close to an itch at the small of his back, travelling lower still once Eddie forces him on his back, half draped over his body. (OUR ROAD IS LONG VERSE)