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The kids all line up along the driveway of the fire station and more than a few are bouncing on their toes with excitement. He walks up the line and quickly does a headcount, making sure there are the same amount of students as when they left, and is greeted by the fire chief waiting at the open garage doors.

“Chief Hopper. You must be Mr. Munson. Glad to have you all here today.”

Eddie’s hand is engulfed in this guy's bear paw as he reaches out to shake it. “Thanks for having us, Chief. They’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“Well let’s not make them wait any longer. Come on, kids! Who wants to check out a fire engine?”

The squeals are nearly deafening as the fire station is invaded by 8 and 9 year olds. Chief Hopper gives them a tour of the space, showing off all the equipment and explaining what their uses are before directing them to the shiny red vehicle that a third of the kids haven’t been able to take their eyes off of. They get to climb into the cab two at a time and honk the horn or flip on the lights and sirens, making Eddie wish he brought some earplugs along with him. 

Soon they’re joined by two other firefighters and given demonstrations on how to work the hose. Fireman Lucas holds it steady while Eddie’s class lines up to all have a chance at spraying water down the driveway, and Fireman Mike lets all the kids gently pet their Dalmatian, Charcoal. 

Once everyone gets a chance to honk, spray, and pet, the real education begins. Charcoal is taken back into the fire house, much to the children’s dismay, but once he’s gone something even cuter takes his place. 

“Hi everyone, I’m Fireman Steve, and we’re gonna learn about fire safety today! Now who can tell me…”

Whatever he’s talking about goes right into one of Eddie’s ears and out the other. There’s just vacant space in between where his brain has melted away. This guy is hot. Like Australian Firefighter Calendar Centerfold level hot. Eddie’s always been a sucker for a man in uniform, but good god. He’s got this swoopy brown hair that Eddie wants to run his fingers through. His eyes sparkle as he talks and his smile is so fucking pretty it’s unfair. He’s got stubble indicating that he hasn’t shaved in maybe a few days and Eddie wants to rub his face all over it. The navy t-shirt he’s wearing shouldn’t be anything special, but the way it stretches over his defined pecks and bulging biceps has Eddie going a little weak in the knees. The suspenders are absolutely doing it for him, and Eddie wants to pull them off those broad shoulders with his fucking teeth. The standard firefighter pants are bulky and worn, and he’d give his right eye to dive in there and see what they’re hiding. 

Jesus Christ, he’s gotta reign this in. He’s a teacher on a field trip with children for Christ’s sake. 

“So show of hands, how many of you know what a fireman’s carry is?”

Eddie looks over his little sea of third graders and a few of them have their hands up in a silent answer to Fireman Steve’s question.

“Not many, I see! Well, sometimes in an emergency firefighters have to carry someone out of a burning building. It takes a lot of strength, and we have to be quick so we can get them to safety, so there’s a special way we do this. Who wants to see?”

Eddie chuckles to himself as every hand shoots up as high as they can reach. His laughter is cut short when suddenly his wrist is grabbed in a firm hold, a flash of navy blue passes him, a frankly huge arm dips between his legs (oh god) and his world is tilted on its axis as he’s lifted from the ground. He just hopes his students didn’t hear the high pitched squeak he let out. They probably can’t over their shouts of surprise and delighted peals of laughter, so thank god for that.

“See how easy it looks? Now please, please, don’t try doing this with your friends, ok? It takes a lot of practice and a lot of training to be able to pick someone up like this safely.”

This fucking guy is just casually talking while Eddie is draped over his shoulders like he weighs nothing. It’s taking everything in him to ignore how firm those shoulders are and how his back muscles seem to ripple under his t-shirt against Eddie’s stomach. If he gets a boner while Fireman Steve is wearing him like a cape in front of his class he’s going to have to leave the country or die of embarrassment. 

The demonstration is over, and Eddie thinks that he’ll be set down and able to scamper into the corner to hide his blushing face, but Fireman Steve seems to have no desire to let him go. He and Chief Hopper talk to the kids about smoke detectors, and fire exits, and home evacuation plans, and the whole time Eddie is just…dangling there. He feels like an idiot, but he also can’t help but think how this guy could toss him around like a rag doll if he wanted. 

Again, he needs to reign this in. 

Finally, fucking finally, this part of the field trip is done as Fireman Steve encourages everyone to give Eddie a round of applause for his participation. Eddie’s feet touch the ground, and he feels a bit wobbly as the blood rushes back into his limbs. Fireman Steve steadies him with an arm around his waist, and gives him a blinding smile. “Easy there, Teach. I know I swept you off your feet, but I don’t need you falling for me and hurting yourself.”

And the fucker winks.

Eddie can feel his eyes bug out and he glances over the man’s shoulder to see that his class is fully distracted by the Chief handing out fire department t-shirts and fire safety activity books. He looks back at Fireman Steve and he’s smiling like he just won the fucking lottery. “Did…are you hitting on me right now?”

Ugh, his laugh is even hot somehow. “Sorry, I don’t normally do that. Not a lot of teachers that come in here are as cute as you. I uh…” He subtly flicks the rainbow pin on Eddie’s jean jacket. “Thought I’d shoot my shot.”

Eddie’s laugh is a little unhinged, definitely bordering on crazy, but he’s got to be losing his mind if he thinks this is actually happening. “Did I fall and hit my head or something? Is this a coma? Because there’s no way a hot firefighter is flirting with me on a school field trip.”

Fireman Steve grins and slowly drags his arm away from Eddie’s waist, just barely grazing the top of his ass as he does it. “Not a coma. Just a guy hoping to get a chance with the cute teacher. What’s your name, honey?”

Honey, oh god, Eddie’s in trouble.

“Mr. Munson! Look at the cool shirts we got! This was the best field trip ever!”

And the moment is broken by an excited 8 year old. Eddie musters up all the fake enthusiasm he can as he turns to his student and plasters on a big smile. “That is so cool Ella! I’m glad you had fun.” He looks around the room and sees that all the students are set with their shirts and books and sadly, that their time here is at an end. Time to rally the troops and get them back on the bus.

Eddie claps his hands three times and shouts “Mac and cheese!”

His students all stop in their tracks and shout back, “Everybody freeze!”

“Hocus Pocus!”

“Time to focus!”

“Yakety Yak?”

“Don’t talk back!”

“Awesome job, friends! It’s time to get back on the bus, so everybody find your bus buddy, and can we give a big Thank You to our firefighter friends?”

All the kids shout their thank you’s and Eddie glances over at Fireman Steve to see him absolutely beaming back at him. It’s too fucking much. He has to look away.

“Okay everybody! Ready to rock?”

“Ready to roll!”

“Yeah you are! Line up with your buddies and get your keisters on the bus!”

His class dutifully follows his instructions and he does his mental head count as they file down the driveway. Thank god, nobody’s missing. He turns back to Fireman Steve and gives him a small smile. “Thanks so much, they really had a great time.”

“So did I. But I still didn’t get your name.”

Eddie can feel the stupid blush creeping up his cheeks and he can’t believe this guy is so…forward. He holds out a hand and tries not to get lost in those hazel eyes. “It’s Eddie.”

The handshake is slow and…somehow sensual?! “It was really nice to meet you Eddie. I’m Steve.”

Yeah, like he could fucking forget the name of the firefighter who wore him around his shoulders for the better part of a safety lecture. “Yeah…you too. I uh…” He thumbs over his shoulder to the waiting bus and winces. “Gotta go. So. This has been fun! Bye Steve.”

He spins on his heel and tries to walk down the driveway at a pace that doesn’t give away how fucking mortified he is by that idiotic fumbling of words, and just prays that his house never catches fire so the scorching hot firefighter doesn’t show up and carry him out like a damsel in distress. He’s almost in the clear, just a few short paces to the open door, when he hears boots hitting the pavement and Steve’s voice calling out to him. 

“Eddie! Wait a second!”

He stops dead in his tracks and turns back around to see Steve jogging towards him. Fuck, he looks good.

“Just wanted to give you this. We’re having a bake sale tonight to raise funds for the department. All the kids got one tucked in their books, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t miss out. And uh…sorry if I came on a little strong. If you’re not feeling it, that’s totally fine. But you should come by if you can. I hear the brownies are to die for.”

Eddie takes the flier and just blinks his big, stupid eyes at this guy. Fully aware that at least half the kids are plastered to the windows watching them, he has to make sure to keep his cool and not just throw himself at the man. “No uh…no apologies necessary. I’ll be there.” He hasn’t even looked at the flier to see what time it’s at, or checked his calendar to figure out if he’s even available, but there’s no way he won’t be drawn back here later like a moth to a flame.

“Harrington!”

The Chief’s barking voice interrupts their moony staring contest, and Steve calls back over his shoulder, “Yeah, Hop, I’m coming!” Turning back to Eddie he gives him a cocky little grin and wink. “I’ll see you later, Teach.”

And with that, Steve jogs back up the driveway, taking Eddie’s sanity with him.

“I can’t believe you fucked up our date night for a bake sale.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at his best friend and gives her a withering look. “Chris, our regularly scheduled taco nights where we both complain about being chronically single is not a date night.”

“It’s not just tacos! What about our movie snuggles? How is that not prime date night behavior?”

He raises an eyebrow and looks over at her from the driver’s seat. “Because we’re both gay, and neither of us have the parts that make that work for each other.”

Chrissy huffs and crosses her arms. “If you were a woman we’d be perfect for each other.”

“Probably. And if you were a man there’s no way your tiny little frame could throw me around.” He can’t help the dreamy smile that spreads on his face at the thought of Steve lifting him off the ground so easily.

“Ew, put your boner smile away. There’s no way this guy is as hot as you said he is.”

“Oh ye of little faith. I’m perfectly capable of snagging muscled up hunks, thank you.”

Chrissy’s snort is downright offensive. “Sure you are, hot shot. Your track record would prove otherwise.”

Ok, so she’s not exactly wrong, but she doesn’t have to point it out like that. His love life has been abysmal at best, and as he closes in on his thirties, he’s just not as into the club scene as he once was. Grindr and Tinder are a fucking nightmare, and he just prefers to meet people organically. But it’s hard to do that when all he has the energy for after a week of wrangling third graders is cuddling up with his best friend, watching terrible movies, and falling asleep on the couch together.

What can he say, he’s more homebody than a fuckboy these days. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to let Mr. Hot Firefighter use him like a fleshlight if he wants to. And if he spent a little extra time prepping in the shower after work just in case, that’s his own business.

He pulls up to the firehouse, finding a parking spot about halfway down the block, and mentally gives himself a pep talk on the walk over. He can do this. Steve was flirting with him. He’s got a shot. Chrissy must sense his nerves and loops her arm around his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Breathe, dummy. If he was giving you fuck-me-eyes on a goddamn field trip, you’ve got this in the bag.”

She definitely has a point. They stroll up to the firehouse, and the driveway and garage are filled with people and tables of what look like home baked desserts. Not ready to scan the crowd just yet for a particular muscled hunk, Eddie scans the tables instead in search of the brownies he was told about. He finds them and drags Chrissy over to Fireman Lucas, purchasing one for each of them. He drops a twenty in the boot they have on the table for extra donations and starts to mill around the space as he tells her about the Steve-free parts of the field trip. 

When he takes his first bite of the brownie, he moans like a slut. “Oh my god, these are so good.”

“Thanks, they’re my grandma’s recipe.”

Eddie nearly chokes on the fudgy dessert as Steve appears out of nowhere with that goddamn cocky grin. And fuck he looks good. He’s still got the navy t-shirt on, but instead of the bulky flame retardant pants, he’s wearing some perfectly worn Levi’s. He’s never seen anyone fill out a pair of jeans like that. Good god. 

“Steve! Hi! Uh…shit, you made these?”

Eloquent. Nicely done, Eddie.

He steps forward and brushes a crumb off the corner of Eddie’s lips with his thumb and fucking sticks it in his mouth. “Mhm…I did. By that sound you made, I’d say you’re enjoying them. Wonder what other sounds I can get out of you.”

Fucking Christ, who the hell is this guy?! 

“Jesus Eddie, you weren’t kidding.” Both men turn their attention to the tiny blonde on his right. She’s got a shit eating grin on her face as she looks back and forth between them. 

Eddie fumbles his way through an introduction and Chrissy tells him she’s going to look around for lemon squares, giving him a very pointed look as if to say go get him, Tiger! Don’t fuck this up!

Now a little lost without the anchoring presence of his best friend, Eddie feels a little adrift, not knowing what to say to this insanely gorgeous man who seemingly has no problem openly flirting with him. Thankfully Steve breaks the awkward silence.

“I’m glad you made it. I was hoping I didn’t scare you off earlier today. Sometimes I can be kind of…intense when I see something I want.” He looks Eddie up and down, from his leather jacket and cropped Sabbath shirt, down the length of his ripped black skinny jeans, to his beat up old Chucks, and trails those beautiful eyes back up slowly taking everything in. Eddie feels like he’s being examined under a microscope, but in the best way. “You’re definitely something I want.”

Eddie wonders if there’s a defibrillator nearby, because they may need it to jumpstart his fucking heart. He has to clear his throat in a poor attempt at getting it beating again. “Intense is an understatement, sweetheart. You’re like a flirtatious bulldozer. I honestly can’t believe someone like you would even give me the time of day.”

Steve furrows his brow at the comment and it honestly shouldn’t be so endearing. “Why would you say that? You seem like a catch, Eddie. You’re sweet and funny. You were so good with those kids. Not to mention gorgeous. Any guy would be lucky to have a chance with you.”

The compliments are way more than what he was expecting. And thank god they’re finally giving him a shred of confidence to try flirting back. “Well…lucky for you, flattery works with me. So do these brownies. Any other desserts you can win me over with around here?”

They walk around to the different tables, Steve guiding him to each one with a hand on his lower back, which Eddie is being totally normal about, and he’s given a run-down on the best desserts to try. Eddie grabs a peanut butter rice crispy treat, a blondie, and a couple chocolate chip cookies before Steve guides him back into the firehouse and they perch themselves on one of the counters.

“So. How did you become a teacher?”

Eddie swallows his bite of the cookie, which is fucking delicious, and licks his lips before answering. He’s pretty sure Steve’s eyes darted down to his mouth when he did, and he’s also being totally normal about that too thank you. “Well…I actually had a really hard time with school when I was a kid. I was a menace, don’t me wrong, but a lot of the teachers I ended up with had zero tolerance for me. When I was struggling, they just wrote it off as misbehavior or not wanting to do the work. None of them seemed to notice I had ADHD, and I wasn’t diagnosed until way later. So. I guess I wanted to kind of prove them wrong and be better than they were. Be the teacher that they should have been.”

He breaks off part of the cookie and hands it to Steve. “That’s really cool. Your students seem to love you, so you must be doing it right. What grade were they? Fourth?”

“Third. It’s the sweet spot. Younger kids are too noisy, too sticky. Older kids usually smell and the hormones are just too much for me to deal with. Third graders? They’re perfect. Just old enough to really get how school works and what’s expected of them, but also young enough that social hierarchies and shit don’t really mean anything to them. They’re pretty awesome.”

Steve breaks the rice crispy treat in half and hands him the bigger piece. “They seemed awesome. And the little call and response thing you did was fucking adorable.”

Eddie’s not sure if he means the kids were adorable, or if he was. He blushes regardless and deflects. “So how did you become a firefighter?”

“Trauma mostly. I was stuck in a mall fire when I was a teenager. Me and my best friend Robin who is…” He cranes his neck and points across the room. “Over there with Chrissy, hopelessly fumbling through what she would call flirting.”

Eddie spots them and can’t help but snort when he sees a girl with short hair wearing suspenders and flailing her arms around while talking to Chrissy, who is very clearly eating it up if her oh my god please sit on my face expression is anything to go by. “Oh good for them!”

“Right?! So anyway. Rob and I worked together at the mall, there was some crazy electrical fire, and we got trapped in a bathroom. A couple firefighters busted the door down and got us out just in time, and I guess it left an impression on me. Being in that kind of situation is fucking terrifying, and I wanted to be the guy who can pull people out of danger and get them to safety.”

Eddie takes a big breath and lets it all go in a dramatic whoosh. “So you’re hot, a good baker, and heroic as fuck. Goddamnit.”

Steve lifts an eyebrow and his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a grin. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna come home with me after this?”

“Obviously.”

There’s some logistics they have to figure out, where Eddie drove Chrissy, and Steve drove Robin, and Steve doesn’t trust Robin to drive his truck, so Eddie can’t take him in his own car, and he ends up giving his keys to Chrissy so she can drive Robin, and he gets into Steve’s truck with a loose plan to figure out how to get his car back and everyone to their rightful homes in the morning.

It doesn’t even occur to him until Steve is pulling away from the station that they just could have taken Ubers and avoided all of this. Whatever. Once a gay disaster, always a gay disaster.

He’s not even thinking anymore as Steve unlocks his apartment and shoves Eddie inside. The door barely finishes closing and Steve’s hands are on him, grabbing his hips and backing him into the wall. 

“You want this, right?”

What a stupid fucking question, but Eddie gets it. Consent and all. “Of course I do.”

Steve sighs and moves a little closer. “Thank god. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you since I saw you this afternoon.”

Eddie puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders and slides them up the firm muscles until he’s cupping the back of his neck. “Just your hands?”

“No.”

Steve leans in and Eddie is fully expecting it to be hard and fast and dirty. But the first touch of their lips is…tender? He can’t think of another word for it. Steve kisses him like he’s trying to savor him and memorize how they feel together. It’s slow and indulgent, like they have all the time in the world. When Eddie parts his lips, Steve does the same, and he moans at the lingering sweetness he tastes on his tongue from the desserts they shared earlier. 

Either the sounds coming out of Eddie, or the wet heat of their mouths seems to light a fire in Steve as he kisses Eddie deeper and harder, pressing him against the wall. Steve’s big hands squeeze his hips before sliding down and hooking behind Eddie’s thighs. It seems to take no effort at all for Steve to lift him right off the ground and wrap Eddie’s legs around his waist. And fuck if that isn’t hot as hell.

A whimper leaves his throat and he wraps his arms around Steve’s neck so he can hang on for dear life. In the back of his mind, he knows he doesn’t really need to. Steve’s got muscles for days and the way he threw Eddie over his shoulders earlier today is proof that he can handle his weight easily. God, Eddie wants to be fucking ruined by this man.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve pulls away from the wall, and sure as shit, carries Eddie off to his bedroom with zero effort at all. A small oof leaves his lips when he gets tossed onto the bed and bounces a few times on the soft mattress. Yeah, he better get absolutely manhandled by this guy tonight. 

Steve kicks off his shoes and it’s at this moment that Eddie realizes they haven’t removed a single item of clothing yet. He scrambles to get his Chucks off and hastily tears off his leather jacket, tossing it to the floor. 

“Easy, honey. There’s no rush.” 

Eddie locks eyes with Steve and he looks positively delighted to see Eddie in such a hurry to strip down. “With all due respect, Steve…if you don’t take your clothes off and toss me around like a rag doll soon, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

Steve throws his head back and laughs, and Eddie spies several moles he needs to chew on as soon as he has access to them. “Sorry to keep you waiting!” 

All of Eddie’s brain cells disintegrate when Steve reaches back, grabs the collar of his shirt, and pulls it off in one swift motion. 

Muscles. 

Hair. 

Hair and muscles and moles and tan skin and Jesus Christ he’s gonna cum in his pants just looking at this guy. 

“Holy fuck you’re hot.”

Steve grins at him, all confident and self assured. “Don’t sell yourself short. C’mon. Shirt off.”

Eddie has a moment. Just a brief moment where he wants to refuse, because there’s no way he can compete with all of that. But Steve looks like he’s about to eat him alive and no way in hell is he going to miss the opportunity. He draws it out. Slowly peels the cropped shirt off of his body and drops it to the floor. He’s not jacked like a fucking firefighter, but he does ok. He’s like…skinny hot. Like that heroin chic look from the 90’s but without the drugs and emaciation. Lithe. Little bit of definition from hauling band equipment and chasing after kids. 

He’s pale, but in that alabaster way, where his black tattoos stand out even more than they should. The demon and spider on his left peck, and bats, wyvern, and puppetmaster on his arm are his oldest. Since he got those in high school, he’s added to the collection. A dragon on his left bicep with its tail wrapping around his forearm. Elvish script on his ribs. A kraken on his right shoulder with its tentacles swirling around his peck and down his side. And if Steve flips him over, he’ll see Aragorn’s sword, Anduril, inked down the length of his spine. 

All the time, all the pain, all the money it took to get all of this on his body is worth it for the way Steve drinks him in and the quiet fuck that escapes his lips. 

“Goddamn Eddie…” Steve palms the frankly obscene bulge in his pants and stalks closer like a lion waiting to pounce. “Take your fucking pants off.”

Say less, good lord.

Eddie unfastens his belt, pops the button on his jeans, and slides the zipper down. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he pulls everything off in one go and leans back of his elbows, spreading his legs as they dangle off the edge of the bed. His dick is hard enough to cut a fucking diamond at this point, and rests thick and heavy on his stomach. The rest of him might be skinny, but his cock sure isn’t. 

Steve bites his lip and steps between Eddie’s thighs. “God, look at you. I don’t even know where to start.”

Eddie spreads his legs further and lifts his feet, planting them on the mattress. “Do you want to open me up, or watch me finger myself?”

“Fuck. Can I?”

He wishes he could think of something smooth to say, but Eddie Munson is not a smooth man. “Steve, let me be as clear as I can. You could hit me with your fucking truck and I’d thank you for it. You have my full and enthusiastic consent to do whatever you want to me.”

Steve ducks his head as he snorts out a laugh. “Jesus, you’re ridiculous. Heard you loud and clear. If anything changes though, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Eddie nods once and Steve reaches over to his night stand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a gold foil packet with black font. He fucking knew it. He didn’t even have to see Steve out of those bulky firefighter pants to know he was hiding a fucking hog in there.

He lubes up his fingers and braces himself on the bed with a hand next to Eddie’s bicep. Leaning down until their noses are almost touching, a few locks of hair fall over his eyes. He looks at Eddie intensely for a moment before closing the distance and plunges his tongue into Eddie’s mouth just as a slick finger slides in. Eddie’s hands find their way into Steve’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He moans and writhes beneath this unfairly beautiful man as his body opens up willingly for him.

Steve is three fingers deep and just barely teasing his prostate when Eddie can’t take it anymore. He pulls away from that delicious mouth with a gasp. “Steve, for the love of all that is holy, get your fucking pants off now!”

Eddie makes a truly pathetic sound when those thick fingers ease their way out. Steve stands and hastily undoes his jeans and Eddie clenches around nothing when he sees how the denim is stretched to its limits. He loses sight of it when Steve bends to push the material down to his ankles and rids himself of his pants, boxer briefs, and socks. He straightens up and Eddie makes some kind of noise between a scoff and moan when he gets a full view of Steve’s dick.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” It’s fucking gorgeous. Long, thick, veins spreading up the flushed shaft, and beautifully uncut. Steve gives himself a few strokes and Eddie salivates at the view of the dark red head peeking out. He wants it in his mouth.

“Next time. I need to fuck you now or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Shit, he said that out loud didn’t he? Doesn’t matter. The promise of next time lights him up like the 4th of July.

Steve grabs the foil packet off the bed and tears it open with his teeth, which is admittedly, very fucking hot. He rolls the condom down the length of the veritable fire hose he had hiding in his Levi’s and slicks himself up with a little more lube.

Eddie is so excited he’s shaking.

The bed is at the perfect height where Steve can stay right where he is, and he grabs Eddie’s hips and yanks him forward. Oh fuck, this is gonna be great. Steve keeps his grip with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to Eddie’s stretched out ass. As he starts to ease the tip inside, Eddie’s eyes roll back and he lets out a desperate whine. Steve is going slow and letting him adjust as he pushes into Eddie’s body, but he’s so fucking ready for this that he just wants him to plow his ass as fast as possible.

Steve finally bottoms out and Eddie feels so full he can barely breathe. God, he needed this. Steve stills for a few beats, gently soothing his hands up and down Eddie’s thighs. It’s soft and sweet, and while he appreciates it and how it makes him feel kind of…cared for, he really needs this guy to hurry up and rail him.

“Tell me when you’re ready, honey.”

Eddie looks up at him and realizes he’s been panting like a dog. He nods vigorously and tells Steve, “I’m ready. Let me have it.”

The first thrust is hard and fast, and immediately knocks the breath out of him. And it doesn’t stop. Right out of the gate, his pace is unrelenting and Eddie could die happy just like this. He’s so fucking deep it doesn’t seem like it should even be possible. The entire bed is shaking with Steve’s efforts as he pounds away. He grabs Eddie’s thighs and pushes them up, and yeah that’s the spot. A horribly slutty moan leaves his throat as his prostate is nailed head-on with each snap of Steve’s hips. 

“Goddamn look how well you take it. You’re so tight, honey. Fuck you feel good.”

Yes, I do, keep going, never stop, you feel so fucking good too, don’t ever take your dick out of me.

Thoughts spin around Eddie’s head but all that comes out of his mouth is, “Ah, ah, ah!” 

Without warning, Steve pulls out and Eddie could fucking scream he’s so mad. But then those big hands are flipping him over and his face is buried in the comforter as Steve lifts his hips and the mattress dips behind him. Just as fast as it was taken away, Steve’s cock slides right back in where it belongs and Eddie screams into the sheets. Steve doesn’t miss a beat, and Eddie’s holding on for dear life as his ass gets absolutely pounded. In such a contrasting feeling to Steve’s brutal thrusts, Eddie feels fingers gently glide down his spine. 

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. These tattoos. So fucking hot.”

Again, Eddie can’t form words, and just groans and drools onto the bed. He’s never been fucked this well in his life. He knows his dick has got to be a dripping mess as Steve ruts into him, but he’s got a white knuckle grip on the comforter and can’t bear letting go to find out. 

Eddie’s quickly losing his control and feels himself rocketing towards what he knows is going to be a crazy orgasm. But just as he feels like he might be right there, Steve changes it up again. He doesn’t pull out this time, thank Christ, but he stills his hips and grinds himself as deep as he can. Which is pretty fucking deep, the guy is hung. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s chest and stomach and pulls him up from the mattress. Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to try processing what’s going on. Suddenly he’s being lifted from the bed, with Steve’s dick still buried inside him, spun around, and seated on the man’s lap as he perches on the edge of the bed.

Eddie’s weight settles and he’s given a moment to catch his breath before Steve starts bucking up into him. He feels spread open and put on display like this, and it’s hands down the sexiest he’s ever felt. His thighs are spread wide over Steve’s thick legs, his back is arched, head tipped back on his shoulder and arms stretched behind him to grip onto any part of Steve he can reach. His cock bobs up and down with every thrust and he’s right on that edge of release again.

Steve’s hand drifts down his stomach and gets a hold of Eddie’s dick, giving it a little squeeze before it starts moving. His lips trail up and down Eddie’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “Steve…fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Let go, honey. Wanna feel you grip my dick.” 

Steve bites at his neck, and Eddie shouts as it feels like his whole body is exploding. White ropes of cum shoot out over Steve’s fist, landing on his stomach, his thigh, Steve’s thigh, the fucking floor. It’s everywhere and feels like it’s never going to stop. Steve is groaning into his shoulder and his thrusts start to slow down as Eddie struggles to catch his breath. His ears are ringing. His heart is racing. And Steve is still moving.

“Is it too much? You want me to stop?”

Eddie isn’t exactly fully online at the moment, but he thought by the sounds coming from Steve that they came at the same time. By the feeling of the still rock hard cock slowly moving inside him, Steve’s not done yet. And like hell is Eddie going to tell him to stop. 

“No. Keep going. Want you to fuck me till you cum.”

Steve is the one to whine this time and he starts to pick his pace back up again, holding Eddie tight to his chest. He’s definitely moving into overstimulation territory, but he’s no stranger to it. He’s had plenty of solo sessions with his dildos trying to see how many times he could make himself cum in one night. He can handle this.

“Gonna move you again, honey. Been too long since I kissed you.” 

Eddie is lifted once again and Steve turns them around, depositing him face down on the mattress and pulling out. He isn’t empty for long. Steve effortlessly flips him onto his back, crawls over him, wraps Eddie’s legs around his waist and slips his cock back in. The moan that tries to escape Eddie’s lips is swallowed up by Steve as he seals their mouths together in a filthy kiss. He grips onto Steve’s back and can really feels those muscles ripple as he fucks Eddie hard and fast. 

The fantasy of him being tossed around and used like a cocksleeve is nothing compared to the reality of it. It’s so so fucking good. This gorgeous man is kissing him and fucking him so well that Eddie is in danger of falling in love with him before the night is over. His cock has filled out again already and that pleasure pain is so exquisite he doesn’t want it to end. 

Steve breaks their heated kisses and moves Eddie’s legs from around his waist, then hooks his arms under them behind Eddie’s knees. “Wrap your arms around my neck. Need you to hold on tight, ok?”

Eddie nods like a bobblehead and does what he’s told. He’s completely unprepared for what happens next.

In a show of Steve’s strength, he stands from the bed, his cock still thick and hard in Eddie’s ass. Eddie yelps and holds on tight. And Steve just…starts thrusting. Standing there in the middle of his bedroom, bouncing Eddie on his cock as he hangs off of the guy’s neck. 

Fuck the fireman carry, this is insane.

“Jesus Christ Steve! This is so fucking hot! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

He grunts as he picks up his pace, driving himself hard and fast into Eddie’s slick hole. “Not gonna stop. Not till you cum again. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah,” Eddie pants. “Yeah, I’m close. Fuck, Steve! Your cock is so big! Can feel you in my throat!”

Steve grins and Eddie wants to lick the sweat beading on his face. “You were made to take it, honey. Wanna feel you cum again. Come on, baby. Make a mess. I’m right there with you.”

Eddie resists holding anything back and practically sobs as his second orgasm rips through him. He clenches down on Steve’s cock, and that’s all the man seemed to be waiting for. Steve rabbits his hips, pinches his eyes shut, and his mouth drops open with a long, low groan as his dick pulses inside Eddie, filling the condom that he wishes wasn’t there.

Finally, Steve slows to a stop and just holds Eddie up, gasping and licking his dry lips. When he opens his eyes, Eddie uses his grasp around Steve’s neck to pull himself closer and lick into his mouth.

He’s trembling and feels half out of his mind when the world tips and he's gently laid back down on the bed. Steve lets go of his legs and cups his face, kissing him deep and dirty while settling his weight down on Eddie’s spent body. The kisses slow until they’re just tender pecks on his lips.

“Eddie…oh my god. That was insane.”

His entire body is buzzing and words are a little difficult at the moment. All he can do is nod and squeak out a little uh huh. He basks in the afterglow as his heart rate comes back down to normal and kisses are placed all over his neck and jaw and cheeks. He’s not even remotely bothered by the cum that’s cooling between them. If it ends up gluing them together, he has no complaints. 

Eventually, Steve moves to get off the bed and Eddie must make some kind of pathetic sound, because Steve is shushing him and telling him he’ll be right back. His soft cock slips out and Eddie’s never felt so hollow in his life. He doesn’t know how much time passes, it could be a minute, it could be a day, but at some point Steve returns and a warm washcloth is wiping him down. There’s a rustling and Eddie’s eyes pop open when he’s being lifted again and Steve is moving him to lay his head on a pillow. It’s so fucking sweet Eddie feels his teeth ache.

Steve gets in bed beside him and pulls the covers up over them. He’s manhandled again until Steve is curled against his back as the big spoon. Eddie definitely wasn’t expecting cuddles with this big, muscular firefighter, but he is fucking delighted by it. He hums with contentment and lets out a long sigh.

“You feeling ok, honey?”

He can’t help grinning at the little pet name. “I feel amazing. That was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m gonna be feeling you for days sweetheart.”

More kisses are peppered on his shoulder and neck. “Good. Would hate to have you forget me.”

“Steve. Seriously? How could I possibly forget that? Besides you uh…said next time so…I was kind of hoping I’d see you again.”

The big arms wrapped around him squeeze tighter and his dick twitches as the thought of how fucking strong this guy is. “Of course I want to see you again. Throw you around and wring some more of those pretty sounds out of you.” There’s a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it type of hesitancy in his tone and thankfully Steve doesn’t leave him wondering about it for too long. “So I don’t want to make this awkward, since we’re naked in my bed and all, but um…I’m not really a hookup kind of guy. Not in the habit of bringing home cute teachers just to get laid…”

Eddie can tell this is going somewhere and there’s no denying the excitement he feels as he waits for Steve to find the words he needs. “I’m not really good at…casual. Sort of all or nothing. If that’s not your thing, that’s totally fine. I just wanted to be upfront I guess.”

This is exactly what he was hoping to hear. Eddie’s kind of in the same boat. He hasn’t really been into the gay hookup culture for a while and his little domestic nights in would be infinitely better if he had someone to share them with. No shade to Chrissy and their date nights, but it’s just not the same as having a man to hold him…and kiss him…and maybe throw him around a bit. The last thing he could have ever expected to get out of a field trip with his students was the potential of a new boyfriend.

He turns around in Steve’s arms so they’re nose to nose, tangles their legs together, and brushes his hair out of his eyes. “It’s absolutely my thing. I don’t do casual either. Haven't for a long time. So if you want to give this a shot…I’m ready to rock.”

Steve grins back and kisses him. "Ready to roll."

One year later…

“Mac and cheese!”

“Everybody freeze!”

“Hocus Pocus!”

“Time to focus!”

“Yakety Yak?”

“Don’t talk back!”

“Nice job, friends! I need you all to put your pencils and notebooks away and line up for music class.”

A knock at his classroom door draws his attention, along with 26 sets of little eyes. His face breaks out into a big dopey smile at the sight of his boyfriend leaning against the doorway in his navy t-shirt and Levi’s. Eddie crosses the room and has to stifle a giggle when some of the students wave with their whole arms and shout, “Hi Fireman Steve!”

“What are you doing here, sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

Steve lifts his hand and presents Eddie with his insulated bag. “You forgot your lunch again. I’m starting to think you do it on purpose just so you can see me during the day.”

He doesn’t, sometimes his brain just wanders and he forgets stuff, but maybe he should start doing that if it means he can steal a kiss in the hallway from time to time. He takes the bag from Steve’s hand and glances over his shoulder. His students are occupied following his instructions and putting their shit away, so he pushes Steve back a couple feet out of the doorway. 

“Thanks baby. Got a kiss for me before you go?”

“Always.”

Eddie leans in and presses his lips to Steve’s, maybe lingering a little too long because fuck it, his boyfriend is gorgeous and he’ll take any chance he can to kiss him.

“OOOooooOOOOoohhhh!”

A chorus of giggling oohing third graders interrupts them and he leans back into the doorway and snaps his fingers. “Line up for music class, my little monsters!” He watches just long enough to make sure they do as they say, and turns back to Steve. “Fajitas for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, I should be home by 7, unless there’s any emergencies.”

Eddie sneaks one more quick kiss. “Ok. Be safe, baby. I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” He pokes his head through the door and waves at the class. “Bye guys! Be bad!”

His class erupts into laughter and shouts back, “Bye Fireman Steve!”

Eddie shakes his head as he watches his boyfriend strut down the hallway. He’s so glad he took his class to the fire station last year. It really was the best field trip ever.

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