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In the ER, you and Robby were just co-workers. You both intentionally avoided each other most of the time so that nobody would get a hint at what your relationship is like outside of work. Everybody just thinks you don’t like each other, but you push past it for the patients. 

Now, in the privacy of his (very nice) apartment, Robby has you on your knees under his kitchen table. You’re staring at his crotch, the thing you want the most concealed by red and black flannel pants. Robby isn’t paying much attention to you, yet, he’s still eating breakfast. He eats it slowly because he likes to make you wait. Anytime you two are alone, he spends most of it making sure you’re really desperate for him.

You shift around on your knees uncomfortably and put your hands on his solid thighs. Robby swats you away like an unwelcome bug.

“Patience.” 

You groan at that. “Come on.”

Robby drops his fork and looks down at you. “You have to wait for me to finish my breakfast before you get yours.”

It doesn’t take much to make you relent, so you drop your hands down and continue staring at him. “Okay, whatever.”

Robby chuckles. “Are you gonna be a brat today?” 

You roll your eyes. “I just…want you. I don’t want to wait. Is that okay with you?” 

“I’m taking that as a yes.” 

You don’t say anything back to him, just a discontented noise, and then position yourself so you’re straddling his left leg. He looks down at you again with a challenging expression. This is the game you play. You press yourself against his lower leg and sigh.

His face is one of disappointment, yet he pushes his shin forward to give you more pressure. You let out a thankful whine and keep rubbing yourself against him. 

“You just can’t wait, hm? Even though I asked you so nicely?” The lust in his voice spurs you on to grind down harder.

He allows you to do this for a few pleasurable moments and then lurches you up from under the table by your hair. You let out a yelp of surprise and pain as you meet Robby’s face up close.

“Lay on your back on the floor.”

You nod frantically and as soon as he releases his grip on your hair you race back down to lay on the floor.  

“I have to teach you a lesson, okay? You have to learn to be a good boy.”

The tone in his voice combined with the words he says almost has you humping the air, but you aren’t brainless enough for that just yet. Instead, you just squirm. Robby walks over to you and from your view you feel really intimidated by him, but in the best way possible. 

“I can learn.” Your voice is breathless. 

Robby laughs. “I know, baby, I know you can.” 

Once he’s standing over your groin area, you start to tremble with excitement. You know what’s going to happen. Robby tilts his head at you, and you nod, giving him the green light. He lifts a foot up and then drops it down on the growing bulge in your pants. It’s a gentle pressure at first, and you let out soft moans, but Robby soon speeds it up and steps on your dick harder. You cry out and let your eyelids flutter shut. The beginning of a blissed out smile starts forming on your face. 

“Thank you…” You only mumble it subconsciously, but Robby still hears it and presses harder.

“My good boy.”

You begin to hump against his foot now and he just smirks down at you. He doesn’t do anything to stop you, just spurs you on by pressing harder. Once he can see you getting closer and closer, he gets a thought. He crouches down and replaces his foot with his knee. He gets close to your face as he drives his knee into your crotch. 

He grabs your jaw in his hand and forces your mouth open. Your eyes open wide and he makes direct eye contact with you. You can only stare and keep humping as Robby spits into your mouth. He shuts your jaw and he doesn’t even have to ask you to swallow, because you’re already doing it.

“Aren’t you gonna thank your doctor for giving you your medicine?” 

You nod, and then before you can even say thank you, you’re cumming hard in your pants. You fling your arms around Robby’s neck and pull him in for a deep kiss, and you keep grinding against his knee until he pulls away.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, it just happened so fast–”

He stops you with a gentle hit to your (still clothed) dick and you moan out weirdly. “Don’t say sorry. You are literally only here to cum.” 

That reminder brings a blush to your face and you prop yourself up on your elbows now, trying to act cool after coming undone in front of him. 

You wouldn’t describe working at the ER as fun, maybe thrilling, or exhilarating. Not fun. But recently, you’ve had a pleasant distraction from all the chaos in the workplace. Well, the distraction was sort of also part of the workplace, but whatever. It was great. 

Dr. Robby had never outwardly flirted with you until one time when everybody had gone out to a bar one night after a shift. You were sitting next to each other, both slowly drinking something cheap, when he struck up a conversation. You don’t remember much of what was said, but you do remember the way he stared at you, his brown eyes boring into your own with an intensity you never would’ve expected to see from your attending. He took you home that night and since then, you hook up every so often. Sometimes thinking about him is what gets you through a shift. 

Today, Robby’s been giving you the eyes every chance he gets. His hands keep finding their way to your shoulders. He keeps coming up with reasons to pull you aside and ask you useless questions about patients. You certainly aren’t complaining about this attention, but you don’t play into it. You want to make him wait for it. 

He comes up to you 2 hours before your shift ends and just tells you to follow him. You end up at a stairwell after Robby makes sure nobody is around. 

“Is everything okay?” You’re sort of concerned, but it disappears when a familiar expression comes back over Robby’s face. It’s the same he has on when he’s got you pinned against the wall of his apartment. You blush and look down at the ground.

He starts to walk closer to you and boxes you in against the wall. “You know.” He puts both hands on the wall, not holding you down, but putting you in a cage of sorts. 

“Yeah, I know. But we both know we can’t do this here,” you put your hands on Robby’s face and kiss him, “You have to be patient.” You smile at him and then duck under his arms, patting his forearm gently on the way. He doesn’t move at first.

“Come find me at the end of the shift and then you can take me home.”

-

Robby finds you at your locker and waits for you to gather your things in a way you would not describe as patient. You smile at him smugly with your bag in your hands and he basically tugs you along and out of the ER. You can’t help but grin the whole way back to his place because of his clear urgency. He wants it bad and you like that.

In the foyer of his apartment, he holds a vice grip on your waist as you both kick off your shoes. His lips don’t leave yours for a second, and you’d be impressed if you weren’t focused on sticking your tongue in his mouth. He doesn’t even bother to lead you to his bedroom, just drags you to the couch and sits you down on it. You barely move an inch as you watch Robby drop down to his knees in front of you and reach his hands to your belt. He slides it off and pulls your jeans down until they stop at your knees.

“You’re not wasting any time.” Your voice breaks the silence and Robby looks up at you from his place on the floor. He plants his hands on your thighs.

“Mhm…I’ve been waiting for this.” He tugs you down a bit by your hips and pulls down your boxers, and then pushes his face against your crotch. He gets started right away, sucking gently on your hard bottom growth until you’re gasping for more and your hand is tugging at his hair. He pulls away briefly. 

“I’m gonna take what I want. Is that okay?” He looks up at you from between your legs and there's no way you could say no to him, not with the way he looks right now, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth hanging open. You nod frantically and before you know it he’s back to business, moving his tongue skillfully. You let out a loud drawn out moan and hear Robby chuckle softly against your core.

After a few moments of this, Robby pulls away, and you can’t help but let out a weak noise of protest. He just laughs quietly, again. 

“I just thought we might be more comfortable on my bed, sweetheart.” He stands up from where he was on his knees and then offers a hand to you. You take it and you don’t have to do any work, because Robby is pulling you up and along to his bedroom.

You’ve been in his room a handful of times, so you know by now how comfortable his bed is. Sleep is very important to him, among other activities. Now, he’s laying himself on it, his back flat, only one pillow under his head. You can see where this is going now, and smirk.

“Come on.” He beckons you toward him, pats his face like he’s offering you a seat, and you let out a grumble of a laugh. You do as he says, though, and crawl across the mattress until you’re straddling his torso. Your boxers are still gone, abandoned on the floor of the living room, so your bottom half is completely naked. Robby seems to be enjoying the view very much, and basically tells you so by putting both of his hands on your ass. You can’t help but blush in this moment, even though you’ve fucked Robby enough by now that you shouldn’t feel nervous. But you do. 

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Robby’s voice breaks through your thoughts and you look down at him. He’s blushing too, you think, and that makes you feel a bit better. Some of your confidence finds it way back to you and you decide to make him beg a little more. You straighten your posture.

“You’ll have to ask nicely if that’s what you really want.” 

Something in his face changes for a split second, a flash of competitiveness maybe, and then he’s furrowing his brows ever so slightly and almost pouting. The hands resting on your ass slide down to your hips, his thumbs seeming like they’re using all their strength to reach out and try to touch your crotch. 

“Fuck, let me have my dessert, sweetness, I need it…” His words trail off and his hands inch closer and closer to what Robby so desperately wants, but you aren’t going to give in just yet, because you know he’s so close to saying please.

You shake your head, tsk tsk, and tap a finger against your chin as if you’re thinking. “Isn’t there a word you could add to the end of that sentence? I think it starts with a ’P’?” You try to sound as mocking as possible, and it seems to work, because the desperation in his face is growing.

“Yeah, yeah, please, please, sit on my fucking face, sweetheart, let me eat your pussy, please–” His immediate willingness suprises you so you cut him off and move yourself to hover directly over his face. His hands grip your hips tighter, and you relish in the knowing that you’ll probably feel soreness tomorrow morning. Robby will definitely be feeling it tomorrow. 

You let a few seconds pass before dropping yourself down. You’ve never done this before, so you aren’t sure how safe it’d be to let your weight rest on his face. It would be really awkward to have Robby wheeled into the Pitt on a gurney because you broke his neck by sitting on his face too hard. So, you let your legs hold yourself up as Robby gets back to what he’s been waiting for all day. 

He laps at your dick with his tongue, occasionally takes it in between his teeth just to hear you yelp. His hands still hold a vice grip on your hips, keeping you up. You grind down against Robby’s mouth and he lets out a groan. The noise of approval sends arousal through your body, so you keep grinding down and he keeps making sounds. You let your mouth drop open and disregard any of the embarrassing noises coming out. 

He moves his tongue from your dick to your hole, and maneuvers you around just slightly so he can essentially fuck you with his tongue. This movement brings you to the perfect position, Robby’s nose bumping against your bottom growth as he explores you deeper with his tongue. It all starts feeling so good, and you’re basically humping his face now, rubbing against him with reckless abandon, moans and whimpers flying out of your mouth freely. For a second you wish that Robby had thought to record this. You wish you could see what the two of you look like right now, you sitting on Robby, boxing him in, using him. Everything about this is hot. 

He’s hitting all the right spots and you plant your hands on the headboard in front of you for support. You let your brain melt out of your ears as you keep grinding, Robby taking care of you in a way you never would’ve imagined before him. And you’re taking care of him too, you can tell because he hasn’t stopped moaning into you for one second. 

“Robby, Robby, oh God,” one of your hands falls from the headboard and down to lay on Robby’s forehead. He’s sweating profusely, and when you drop your gaze down to him, his eyes lock on yours right away, like he’s been waiting for you to look at him the whole time. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

He digs his fingers deeper into the meat of your hips and pulls you closer to him, if that’s even possible. He goes back to sucking your t-dick and you’re so sensitive you feel like you’re gonna burst and your vision is going white and you feel like you're floating. It’s not like Robby hasn’t given you good orgasms before, but this one feels so good in a different way. You clamp your legs around his head, and you don’t register the loud moans you let out because you’re so focused on the way Robby hasn’t even slowed down, and then you look down at his face and he’s covered in wetness. Not the normal amount that comes with Robby eating you out. If your skin wasn’t already flushed bright red, you’d be blushing.

“Oh, oh wow, I’ve never…” You can’t muster a proper sentence because you still haven’t managed to catch your breath yet. You haven’t even moved, but that’s more because Robby hasn’t let you go. You raise yourself up a little bit from his face so that he can talk.

“Are you okay? I really hope I didn’t hurt you.” Your voice is hoarse but filled with genuine concern. Robby just replies with more laughter. “What?” 

“I’m more than okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about me.” His smile comforts you and he lets you move from his face. You get off and then lay down next to him, face in the crook of his neck, your arm across his chest. His beard is still soaked, and embarrassment pinches at your cheeks when you remember why. 

“Do you need me to…” You don’t finish the sentence because you know Robby understands. He smirks and shakes his head. 

“I told you. I’m more than okay.” 

-

Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you sauntering into the bar. He almost didn’t recognize you at first, with your head held up high and confident. Usually when he’d see you around town or at the store you worked at, you seemed withdrawn. In high school you were classified as a loner. You never spoke unless it was necessary and you were never seen at any parties. Eddie always respected that.

So, when he sees you the way you are now, his mouth drops open slightly. You make your way to the bar and order a drink. Eddie watches you with quick glances as he tries to keep up with a conversation. His friend goes on and on about his girlfriend, or something. Eddie’s really not sure. 

You take a sip of your drink and look around to scan the bar. Your eyes land on Eddie’s and he panickedly flicks his back to the drink sitting in front of him. You smirk slightly. 

After a couple more minutes, Eddie decides he can’t continue talking to his friend while you’re on his mind, so he excuses himself and makes his way to where you’re sitting at the bar. 

He slides into the empty seat to your left. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You turn to check him out. He’s wearing a worn leather jacket and a t-shirt with the logo of a band you vaguely recognize. His hair is pretty much the same as it was in school, maybe a touch shorter now.

“I’m Eddie. Do you remember me?” He’s a bit nervous as he says it.

You nod. “How could I forget? You come into the store like, once a week.” A smile forms on your face and Eddie relaxes a bit. 

“Oh, yeah. Duh,” he pauses, trying to think of what to say next, “How have you been?” 

“Pretty good, I guess. Sort of been drifting ever since grad. It seems like everybody else left to go to college, and I’m just here. Working at the general store.” You take a long gulp of your drink. Eddie nods empathetically. 

“What about you? Still doing the band thing?” 

“Yeah, well, I mostly do music on my own now. The guys went off to do their own things so that's what I’m doing too,” he makes eye contact with you, “I guess we’re sort of in the same spot right now.” 

You both just look at each other for a moment and something in the air around you shifts. You swallow down the rest of your drink.

“Do you wanna get out of here? My roommate’s out of town for the weekend.” You say it quietly, just loud enough that Eddie can hear you. Thankfully, he nods almost enthusiastically. 

You both get up out of your seats and Eddie tells his buddy that he’s heading out, and that he shouldn’t wait up for him. You stand next to him as he talks, looking around shyly. 

His van is still the same one he drove in school, but with even more visible wear-and-tear. You climb into the shotgun seat, Eddie next to you. He starts driving and puts a hand to rest on your thigh. 

-

When you get to your house (not really yours since you’re renting it), you and Eddie race to the front door. You fumble with your keys because your hands won’t stop shaking.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Eddie puts his hand over yours to stabilize them and guides them so you can finally unlock the door. Your face flushes. “Thanks. I’m just…a little nervous.” 

You push open the door and Eddie rushes the two of you through the doorway. Before you know it, you’re pushed up against the wall, Eddie pinning your wrists together above you. 

He moves closer to you until your foreheads touch. You’re breathing heavily and trying as hard as you can to maintain eye-contact. Eddie just stares at you for a moment, like he’s in a trance.

He breaks the silence by tilting your chin up and moving his face down to kiss your neck. Your eyelids flutter shut. Eddie traces his tongue along your skin and you sigh. He takes his freehand and slips it under your shirt. 

“Your hands are cold.” Your voice comes out quiet. Eddie pulls away from your neck and slides his hand further up your chest. “Yeah?” His thumb grazes your nipple and you gasp. 

“Do you like that?” 

You drop your head so you can look at Eddie. He’s got a smug look on his face and your stomach flips. “Y-yeah.” 

Eddie circles his thumb around your nipple and you let out a low groan. A smile forms on Eddie’s face. He clearly enjoys teasing you and isn’t afraid to show it. He leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is heated and open-mouthed and all you want to do is tangle your hands in Eddie’s mane of curly hair, but you can’t. Eddie’s left hand is still clamped around your wrists, holding them above your head. You make a weak attempt to break free from his hold but Eddie won’t let go.

Eddie moves back from the kiss. He looks at you hungrily.

“Stay.” 

You let out a meek noise and close your eyes. “Eddie…” 

He brings his free hand to push your hair away from your face. “Look at me.” You somewhat reluctantly open your eyes. The vulnerability of your situation makes your nervous system light up like a Christmas tree. 

Eddie plays with a strand of your hair. His voice is husky as he speaks. “You gonna be my good boy for the night?” 

His words send a shot of arousal straight to your dick and your hips involuntarily buck forward. Your head falls back against the wall. “Shit, yeah.” 

Eddie moves his hand down to hold your hips still. “You’re gonna have to learn how to control yourself, sweetheart,” He kisses you again, “I can teach you.” 

After a few minutes of kissing Eddie finally takes his hand away from your wrists. As soon as he does, your hands move to try and feel him up, but he stops you before you can even touch him. 

“Not yet. Take off your shirt.” 

You nod and obey him, pulling your shirt off and tossing it to the side. You stand there for a moment awkwardly as Eddie checks you out. He licks his lips and steps back closer to you.

He doesn’t pin your wrists again because he wants both hands free to touch you. He crouches slightly so he can kiss down your chest, his hands cradling your back. 

“You don’t even want to know how much I’ve thought about this.” His voice is muffled slightly by your chest. Your face flushes a deep red and you’re glad he’s distracted and can’t see it. “Now I finally get the real thing”

He presses wet kisses down your torso until he’s on his knees on the floor. He sucks hickeys into the skin above your waist. 

The gravity of the situation starts to sink in when he realizes what he plans to do to you. Usually during this sort of thing, you’re the one giving the blowjob. But now, Eddie’s down on his knees, looking up at you lustfully. It takes everything in you to not put your hands in his hair. 

He takes off your belt with precision and puts it down on the floor next to him. His hand moves to rub the growing bulge in your jeans and you groan quietly. He tires of this quickly and tugs your pants down just enough so he can take your dick out. 

Before doing so, he looks up at you and plants a kiss, and then another and another to your hard-on through the fabric of your boxers. Already you feel like you could explode at any moment. 

“Eddie…”

“You must be really pent up, baby.” 

“I’m just…sensitive.”

He smirks and finally pulls down your boxers. Your cock springs out, almost fully hard, and Eddie looks satisfied. He leans down to kiss the tip and you inhale sharply through your nose at the sensation. 

“You’ve got such a pretty dick.”

He takes the head into his mouth and slides his tongue against the slit. He teases you like this for a few seconds until you’re panting and can’t keep your mouth shut. Then he takes you further into his mouth until he’s about halfway down the shaft. 

You can’t help yourself anymore and put a hand on the top of Eddie’s head. He makes a disapproving noise around your cock and you whimper at the feeling. 

“Just let me touch you, man…” Your voice is desperate.

Eddie puts his hand around your wrist and moves it off his head. He clasps his hand in yours and squeezes tightly. Your heart jumps at the sweet gesture. So does your dick when you remember what he’s doing as he holds your hand. 

He bobs his head up and down a few times and then pushes himself down to the base. You let out a strangled, pathetic noise and rut up into his mouth. He pulls off of you and pushes your hips back against the wall. 

 “Stay still, pet.” 

He digs his nails into the meat of your hip. You whine loudly and furrow your brows. “Shit, Eddie. I just want you so bad.” You reach a hand up to cover your face in embarrassment. 

Eddie moves his hand closer to your groin but stops before he can actually touch your junk. He caresses your skin. The almost-touching isn’t enough, but it still makes your dick twitch. Eddie chuckles quietly and you cringe at yourself. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m probably even more turned on than you; I just have control over myself.” 

He finally moves his hand back to the base of your cock and squeezes hard enough to make you cry out. He spits in his other hand and starts stroking you again, slowly. You resist the urge to fuck his hand.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart. I’ll be the only thing on your mind when we’re done.” He squeezes the hand around your base tighter. He puts his lips to the tip and tongues at it until you start trembling. Once he notices you need more, he takes you into his mouth again. 

Your eyes are close to rolling to the back of your head, your legs are shaking, and all you can get out of your mouth is desperate sounds. Both your hands are balled up into fists at your sides.

He takes his hands off your dick and puts them back on your hips. He pulls himself off to take a deep breath, and then takes you back in all the way down to your balls. 

“Shit, fuck, Eddie.” You want to say an actual sentence but your brain has seemingly leaked out of your ears. “I’m so- oh God, you’re so good at that, fuck,”

If he could, Eddie would smile up at you. He stays suctioned to your dick. He brings a hand up to play with your balls and that’s the final straw. You thrust into Eddie’s mouth a few times and he gags around you. You come with a loud broken cry and Eddie doesn’t pull off until you’re whimpering.

Eddie tucks your dick back in your boxers, then stands up and wipes his mouth. Your nerves still haven’t calmed down and you have to fight to keep eye contact with him. 

“Chill. Have you never had a blowjob before?” He cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“Uh, no. Nobody has ever…offered me one.” You shrug and let yourself look away from him. Eddie looks at you, shocked.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first.” He smiles at you and then steps closer. He grabs one of your hands and guides it to rest on his bulge. He’s so hard you think he could bust through the zipper of his jeans.

“You must be really honored.” 

You both laugh and he presses his lips against yours. Eddie seemed to really enjoy making kisses as sloppy as possible. Like he’s trying to lick inside your mouth. You moan as he grinds his crotch harder into your hand.

He pulls away from the kiss. “Do you want to keep going?” His face is so considerate. You nod enthusiastically. 

Eddie puts his hands on your ass. “Jump.” You understand him and wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you tightly and carries you to the hallway. You tell him which room is yours and he finds it.

He drops you onto your bed and you scoot up to sit by the pillows. He closes the door and then takes a second to look around your room. He admires the movie posters tacked to the walls. “Cool.”

He makes his way to the bed while taking his belt off. Your mouth practically waters at the idea of what’s under his clothes. You take this time to fully shuck off your jeans and boxers and you toss them in your laundry basket.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your back against your pillows. Eddie’s shirt is off now and his pants are unzipped, letting his briefs peak through. He crawls toward you on the bed. 

He settles himself between your legs and goes back to kissing you. These kisses don’t last long, and soon Eddie is kissing down your chest, to your happy trail, and back to your dick. 

He pulls away. “Flip around.”

You do as he says and flip onto your stomach. Eddie kisses your backside until he reaches your hole. He plants a kiss there and then starts using his tongue. You let out a shocked groan. Other guys have done this before, but you weren’t sure if Eddie would be down for it.

You never should’ve doubted him. He’s very skilled with his tongue and adds one finger, then another. He scissors them inside you to open you up and licks around your hole. You grind your sensitive cock into the bedsheets and whimper.

“Eddie, holy shit.” Your voice is breathless and he takes this as an invitation to move his fingers deeper, curling them. Trying to find your prostate. Eventually he does and you spasm around his fingers and moan out loudly. “Jesus fucking Christ, please, fuck me already.” 

Eddie laughs against you and then pulls his fingers out. He takes his dick out and slaps it on your skin. You lift your head so you can get a look at him. His cock is impossibly hard and throbbing. You sigh. 

“Shit, do you have condoms?” 

You nod feverishly and point to your bedside table. Eddie opens it and rummages around until he finds what he needs. He grabs lube and pours some out on your hole. He opens the condom packet with his teeth and rolls it onto his cock, hissing quietly as his hand drags along his shaft. And you watch it all intently, your mouth open slightly. Your pupils are blown out.

Eddie looks back up at you and smirks. “You like to watch, baby?”

He taps the head of his dick on your entrance and your stomach twists in excitement. You drop your head to rest on the pillows in front of you. He presses in ever so slowly and groans. You hold your breath until he's at least halfway inside.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back, you feel so good.” He thrusts in and out, slow but hard. You gasp with every stroke and your dick presses against the bed. 

“You can go harder, Eddie, please, please-” He cuts you off by bottoming out and grinding against your ass. He pulls out and then thrusts back in all the way. He does this over and over until you’re a whining mess underneath him. 

“Is that hard enough, baby?” He wraps an arm around your throat and rests his head beside your ear, his lips against your skin. You gasp at his touch. “‘Cause I can go harder if that’s what you need from me.” He says this quieter, directly in your ear.

You nod to the best of your ability and he understands you. He starts moving even faster now, and you’re astounded at his stamina. He must do this type of thing a lot. 

He squeezes your neck with his arm lightly and you whimper. The slight oxygen deprivation makes your dick jump. You move a hand to hold onto Eddie’s forearm and you squeeze him back.

“Eddie, oh God, I’m so close.” You close your eyes.

He uses his other hand to grip your hip tightly. “Yeah? You're gonna come again, all over your bed?” He takes his arm away from your neck and moves it under you to jerk you off. As soon as he touches you, your vision whites out for a second. Your dick jerks helplessly and cum spurts out onto your stomach and the bedsheets. Eddie doesn’t stop moving. 

“Shit, pet, I’m never gonna let you go after this. Nobody’s gonna be touching you but me after this, you understand? I’m not even gonna let you touch your own dick without permission.” His voice is erratic and shaky, like his thrusts as he reaches his orgasm. His hand is still on your cock but he’s not moving it.

He presses his face into the crook of your neck and comes with a loud groan. He bites your skin gently and his thrusts slow down to a stop. You both lay there for a few seconds until he pulls out and throws the condom away. 

You’re sitting up on the bed now, still catching your breath. Eddie just stands there, wiping sweat off his skin, staring at you. He reaches out a hand for you to grab onto.

Something very strange is going on. On your nightly walk, which is usually uneventful, you hear a bloodcurdling scream ring out in the air. Fear immediately begins to course through your veins. The sun has almost set, so it's getting pretty dark. The scream is followed by various other loud noises; thwacks, clattering, muffled sounds that could be human. You freeze where you're standing.

Whatever it is sounds close enough that you start getting really scared. You turn your head to find the source. To your left is a house with lights on and a kitchen window open wide. Now that you notice it, you're certain that's where it's coming from.

Your instincts are telling you to run as fast as you can, far away from whatever is happening inside that house. It's none of your business, really, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But your heart is telling you to go help, or at least to figure out what's happening and call the police.

Maybe it's just a horror movie playing too loudly on the TV. Your mind tries to rationalize the situation, but you can't. You can't shake the sound of that scream. It was real.

You look around before speed-walking towards the front of the house. Now you can see that the door is opened slightly. You hold your breath and push it open as quietly as you can. You can still hear the struggle noises as you tip-toe in through the doorway.

The fight is happening in the kitchen, you can almost see it from where you are. You slink to the left so you can hide and get a grasp on what's happening. As you crouch down, holding yourself up against a table, a huge noise reverberates through the house. It's heavy, cracking down in a way that makes you clench your teeth. You close your eyes, the reality of the situation hitting you.

Another noise happens after that, a wet slap against the kitchen tile. You open your eyes to see what it is, and are greeted by a bloody arm lying limply on the floor. You have to cover your mouth to stop a scream from coming out. Blood starts to pool around where the body is.

More thumping noises, the sound of metal dragging along the floor, the faint deep breaths coming from the attacker. Your gaze is still on the arm when the killer steps into your view. He's wearing big black boots, now dirtied by blood. Your eyes flick upward to see that he's also wearing...a Santa suit. Fake beard and all.

He's walking out of the kitchen and notices you, obviously, because you didn't choose a very good hiding spot. You stand up when he lays his eyes on you. Your heartbeat quickens, adrenaline pumping. The killer Santa swings his bloodied ax over his shoulder and you back up, your hands feeling up for objects behind you. You smack against the wall and let out a small yelp.

All words escape you as you watch this man clamber toward you. A killer Santa Claus. You would laugh if you weren't so scared. What the fuck were you even thinking in the first place? You could've just kept walking like you always do and you wouldn't be in this situation.

"Hey, wait," your instinct now is to beg, "Just let me go and I won't say anything, please." He's getting closer now, much too close for comfort. Your eyes are glued on the silver blade of his ax. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at you sharply. His face is shining with sweat and blood. Your stomach starts to heat up.

The man stops walking and reaches a gloved hands up to his face, where the beard meets his nose. He pulls it down so his mouth isn't covered. "What are you doing here." He doesn't say it like a question.

Your brain scrambles to come up with a response. "Um, I was just walking when I heard a scream so I came to see what was going on, which I'm regretting now." You spit it out fast, your stomach churning with fear. You twist your hands together so hard that they hurt.

He doesn't respond. He inches closer to you and you start to tremble. Your eyes close. The man puts his ax down next to him, the blade on the floor and the handle standing upright. He pauses his movements suddenly, like he's stopping to listen intently to something. His eyes glaze over for a few seconds.

He seems to snap back into focus. He moves his eyes to meet yours. He steps even closer to you. It's like he's in some kind of daze after having done what he did in the kitchen. You swallow thickly. The heat that began deep in your stomach starts to spread.

The man puts his hands against the wall next to where your head is resting. "Please, man, let me go," Your voice is meek as you say it. "I barely even actually saw anything, I swear-" You're cut off by the man wrapping his hand around your throat. He presses you harder against the wall and squeezes his hand.

A noise comes out of your mouth that you can't stop, a breathy squeak that makes you instantly feel pathetic. You close your eyes instinctively, out of embarrassment. The man exhales through his nose, trying to keep it cool.

When you open your eyes you can see that he seems to be struggling somewhat, trying to hold himself back. His mouth twitches as you look at each other. His hand tightens around your neck again, ever so slightly. You can feel your dick twitch in your pants and you let out a grunt.

The man turns to look to the right, where the ax stands next to him. He picks it up and moves it in between the two of you to sit where your crotches meet. You look down and your eyes widen when you start to think about what he plans to do with you.

He grips the wooden handle harder, the leather of his glove squeaking with the movement. He moves it closer to the slowly growing bulge in your pants, his eyes flicking upwards to look at your face as you realize what's about to happen.

The hard wood brushes up against your clothed dick and you let out a groan. It's an interesting sensation and your brain struggles to process it. It's a bit uncomfortable at first but after a few seconds of him rubbing the ax handle against you you get used to it. Your mouth hangs open and can't help but let out small moans.

"Naughty."

His voice is hoarse and it sends a shiver down your spine. You let your head fall back against the wall and your eyes flutter shut. The man speeds up his hand and applies more pressure. Your hard-on is straining against the fabric of your pants.

"S-shit." you pant and try to hold back your moans. You reach your hand up to hold onto the arm that's still gripping your neck, feeling around at his hand and fingers in an attempt to calm yourself.

He seems to interpret this action as an invitation to squeeze your neck harder and you let out a pitiful broken whimper. The man's lips quirk up into a smirk briefly before falling back into the stoic expression he had on before. You rut your hips up into the ax's handle, matching the rhythm of his movements.

Your hand moves from holding onto his forearm to reaching to touch his face. You swipe your thumb over his bottom lip and he does something that makes you cum instantaneously; he takes the tip of your thumb into his mouth and bites down. Not too hard, just enough to push you over the edge, for some reason.

You can't hold back the moan that rips through you as you finish. Your knees buckle and you thank God that you're being held up by the neck. He keeps rubbing you through your orgasm and slows down as your breathing regulates.

You both look at each other, unsure of what to do next. The man takes his hand off your neck and grabs his ax. You rub your neck awkwardly.

You clear your throat. "So, I'm guessing you're just gonna let me go?" Your eyes are looking around the room to avoid making eye contact with him.

His bedroom door is covered in a large horror movie poster and caution tape. It's worn and juvenile in an endearing way, and you smile thinking about a young Eddie taping up the decorations.

Inside his room is an over sized messy bed and a bedside table that's sort of shoehorned in there. His closet is overstuffed with random shit and it's flowing out onto the carpeted floor. His room is a perfect representation of who Eddie is, messiness included.

You sit yourself onto his bed and look around at the pictures on his walls. There are some Polaroids of the two of you that you took in freshman year when you were in your photography phase. Eddie still teases you about it now, but clearly he appreciates your work enough to have it on display.

You scoot further up on the bed and lay down on your back. The ceiling is the only bare part of his room, besides the giant boob looking light in the middle of it. It's shining directly in your eyes so you have to use your hand to shield yourself.

You lay there for a while not doing anything until you hear the door opening, then closing, and footsteps coming closer and closer until they reach Eddie's room.

"You just love scaring the shit out of me, don't you?" Eddie's voice startles you and you sit back up. He slings his bag onto the floor and looks at you.

"Eddie! Hey!" You get up out of the bed and hug him. "I just missed you." He laughs into your neck and caresses the back of your shoulder. "I missed you too, but it was just a 2 hour band practice." You don't say anything in response, you just keep holding onto him. You didn't realize until now how much you missed him.

You take in a deep breath, smelling his cheap cologne and the mix of cigarettes, beer, and weed. There's something else under all that too, and you want more of it. You try to subtly smell him deeper without seeming creepy, but Eddie notices anyway. He pulls away from the hug and looks at you incredulously.

"Are you smelling me?" He asks bluntly.

You don't see any point in lying about it, so you try to act coy and look down at your feet. "I'm sorry, you just...smell so good." Eddie laughs at your demeanor.

"You don't have to act all innocently like that, you know. Some people are into way weirder things." He moves in closer to you as if he was a predator cornering its prey. The back of your knees hit the soft mattress and you let out an involuntary squeak. Eddies expression darkens slightly.

"I'll let you smell me as much as you want if you beg me for it." Eddie places his hands gently on your waist. He slides his fingers up the bottom of your shirt, tracing circles in the skin there. You look up at him expectantly.

"You smell so good, Eddie, please let me smell you. I'm already so hard for you," you grab his hand and move it to feel the bulge in your pants. "I need this so bad, man." You grind yourself against his palm and let out quiet noises to make your point further.

He looks at you with hunger, his eyes darting from your eyes, to your lips, to your crotch. He leans in to kiss you and you kiss back, moving your hands to hold him by the back of his neck. You pull away briefly to say something.

"Can I um...you know..." Suddenly your mouth dries up and your stomach turns. Usually you aren't timid when it comes to hooking up with Eddie, but something about this is different. You feel vulnerable. You try your best to avoid eye contact, looking around at the things in his room.

Eddie looks down at you, taking in the way you look, fidgeting nervously against the edge of the bed. He moves slightly to grind against your bulge. "You don't have to be scared, baby. Use your words and you'll get what you want."

You finally look at him straight on and rest your hands on his hips. "Okay. Can you lay down so I can...smell you?" You are fully aware of how embarrassing it would be if somebody were to walk in on the two of you. Your face is burning up and you break eye contact.

Eddie smiles and pets the back of your head with his hand. He moves it down to cup your face. "You're a national treasure, sweetheart," he kisses your forehead. "Of course I can do that."

He slips off his jacket and throws it...somewhere. His t-shirt is visibly old and doesn't fit him properly anymore. It's a bit too tight and hugs his torso in all the right places. You sigh contentedly.

He gets on the bed and crawls to lay by the headboard. He gets on his back against a pillow, and props himself up on his elbows. You both look at each other for a heated moment, checking each other out shamelessly.

"You gonna come get what you wanted so badly or what?" He tilts his head and gives you a seductive look. Of course, his charm works on you in an instant and you crawl on the bed to him. You sit on his lap and kiss him. His hands move to sit at your waist.

You move your mouth down to his neck and suck marks into his skin. You aren't sure what to do with your hands so you start to slide them up Eddie's t-shirt. You pull your lips away briefly to tell him to take it off. He obliges, pulling it off and tossing it away like he did with his jacket.

You shift yourself down so your head can rest comfortably by his pecs, moving to straddle his right leg. You let out a groan at the friction. Eddie smirks at the way you look, pressing your hard-on against his leg and inching your face closer to his armpit.

He lifts his arm up so you have access and you subconsciously grind down on him at the sight. For a moment, you just look at him, trying to burn the image into your brain. You're sure you look pathetic right now as you rut against his leg, but you don't care. All your inhibitions were tossed aside the second Eddie came in the room.

You're broken out of your stupor when Eddie fucking laughs. You look up at him and your whole body flushes. "Sorry, sorry. I just-" He cuts you off.

"It's okay, you just look so..." he pauses to search for the right word. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you just look so dumb and cute like this. You're just looking at my armpit and literally humping me like a dog. You must be really worked up, baby." He rests his hand on your shoulder and caresses you with his thumb.

Your nervous system short circuits. You have no idea what to say to that so you just push your face into his pit and breathe in. This is certainly something you never expected would actually happen, but you've been trying a lot of new things since getting with Eddie, so of course he'd be accepting of your weird sweat kink.

The smell is overwhelming in the best way possible. Eddie sweats a lot, so you've smelled him before, but this is so much different than that. Your senses are flooded and you let out a muffled whine.

"I guess that gave you the motivation you needed." There's some surprise in his voice, as if he wasn't sure you'd actually go through with this.

You move your face away to take a breather. You turn to look up at Eddie and he's not smirking anymore. His pupils are blown out, so clearly you aren't the only one enjoying this. He licks his lips.

"Seems like that's doing something for you." His words come out hoarse. You continue grinding on him to show that, yeah, it's doing something for you. He presses his leg up against your crotch in response, and you yelp loudly in shock.

"Eddie!"

He smirks at you. He raises his arm up again, gestures at it with his chin. "I didn't tell you to stop," there's an assertive tone to his voice that sort of makes you freeze up for a second. Eddie seems to know exactly how to drive you crazy.

When you still haven't moved, Eddie puts his hand on the back of your head and literally shoves your nose in his armpit. Your eyes open wide with shock and you let out a muffled sound. "Get back to work, sweetheart."

Your stomach fills with butterflies at the loving pet name tacked onto the end of such a dominant sentence. You've never felt more pathetic in your entire life and that only turns you on more. Your eyes flutter shut and your mouth lolls open slightly.

Eddie groans when he feels your tongue against him. "Damn, you're a freak. Never thought my sweet best friend would turn out to be such a fucking pervert," he puts his hands on your waist and holds you down on his leg, "I mean, I always knew you were a little fucked up. But this...I wonder what else you've been hiding from me."

You moan loudly into him and quicken the speed of your hips. "Oh," warmth pools in your stomach, "Oh my god," It's all you can get out of your mouth.

"Are you gonna come just from this? From smelling my sweat and humping me like a fucking animal?" Eddie places his hand on the back of your head again and holds you down.

The vulgarity of his words is enough to push you past the edge and you come in your jeans. You don't stop moving your hips until the stimulation becomes too much, and Eddie lets you pull away. You wipe your face with your hand and take a few deep breaths.

Eddie pulls you in closer to him and looks at you sweetly. "You're a fucking wet dream, baby." He kisses you deeply, ignoring the taste of his own sweat on your tongue. His hands find their way down to your ass. You get the signal and unbutton your jeans. Eddie helps you shuck them off and you're left in your cum-stained boxers. You blush in embarrassment.

Eddie notices the wet spot too and smirks. He takes them off of you as well and slowly brings them up to his face. He presses the boxers to his nose and breathes in. All while keeping direct eye contact with you. You let out a meek noise.

"S-shit, Eddie." You feel your dick start getting hard again miraculously fast. You swallow a groan. Eddie looks down at your cock and coos. You're embarrassed, but your dick jumps at his condescension.

"You're so fucking cute," he strokes your cock gently with his right hand and you cry out, "We're gonna have fun all weekend, babe. You're not gonna leave my bed for one second."

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