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Throughout the years there were nights when Ed, blackout drunk, would be sprawled on the nearest flattish surface, whining for Izzy to pleeeease fuck him.
And it would break Izzy's heart every time.
Because he knows, come morning, Ed wouldn't remember a thing, not to mention wouldn't want to ever touch him like that sober.
So he just goes through the motions, and whenever Ed gets drunk again, he gets used to the stinging pain.
Imagine Izzy's surprise, then, when, many years later, they're both sitting on the deck of the Revenge under the stars, on either side of one Stede Bonnet. And Ed is out of it. And Stede is looking at Izzy.
Looking at him like that.
Except... he's stone cold sober.
And Stede's hands are on Izzy's chest. And his hot mouth is by Izzy's ear, suggesting that the two of them slip away together for a moment. Because he wants Izzy. Because he wants Izzy to touch him. Everywhere he can reach. Despite the lack of alcohol in his system Stede is completely flushed.
They go to the captain's quarters. Stede falls on his back, pulling Izzy on top of him. And Bonnet's so open, tender, needy. His shirt falls open, exposing his broad chest, heaving with hot breaths. And Izzy does as he's asked, touches him with the strangest kind of reverence. Gets lost in it.
And it isn't until later, when Bonnet comes undone underneath him, that the reality of what just happened hits Izzy over the head. He's slept with men before, but never... Like this, you know? And, truth be told, he spent the rest of the night quietly praying that Bonnet will want to do that again sometime.