never break the chain

"I don't think any guy would want him either if he had a micropenis."

Eddie snorts. He feels the girls look over at him, but he pretends he's busy reading. He doesn't even know which textbook this is, let alone what he's supposed to be reading.

"My cousin lives in New York and said that they have a bunch of gay guys who are super into that."

"I guess everyone has weird quirks. My boyfriend has no hair down there. It just doesn't grow."

"God, I wish."

A hand covers Eddie's shoulder and he jumps.

"You shouldn't listen in on private conversations, Ed," Steve whispers in his ear before he sits down across from him at the table. "It's rude."

"Well, when they're talking about your dick, it's fun to tune in and see what they have to say," Eddie explains, nudging his knee under the table. "Did you know there's a rumor that I have a micropenis?"

Steve blinks at him, then laughs. "You?"

Eddie nods. "Me."

"I'm still sore from two days ago," Steve's cheeks turn pink at the admission. "They have no idea."

--

"Fuck that's good. Jesus."

"Eddie's fine."

Steve covers his mouth with his hand, rolling his eyes as he rides him faster. "Don't talk. Please."

That's fine with Eddie. Sometimes he doesn't know what to say anyway. Steve's so goddamn perfect, especially when he's like this. Bitchy, needy, desperate. He can't believe Steve even likes him, let alone wants to fuck him.

Or get fucked, he should say. Sure, Steve likes fucking Eddie sometimes.

But the second he saw what Eddie was working with, he said it would be a crime to not have his dick inside him as often as possible. Which is often enough that Steve has a bit of a limp more often than not. It's his own doing.

"You're so fucking big," Steve moans as he leans down. "Feel so full."

Eddie grips his hips tighter, driving his hips up as Steve finds a rhythm for them to follow. He's got stamina that Eddie can't match even on his best days, but damn does he try. He has to get creative sometimes, find things that make Steve feel even better so that he pushes him closer to the edge faster. It's a bit like a competition for them, and Steve lets him win sometimes.

Steve whines and pulls his hand off of Eddie's mouth after a deeper thrust.

"You want me to touch you?" Eddie offers, even though he knows Steve doesn't. He likes when he comes from just this, just Eddie's dick pushing relentlessly against his prostate.

As he expected, Steve shakes his head. He's predictable.

Eddie loves that about him.

Eddie loves a lot of things about him.

"I'm close. You can come now," Steve allows.

--

"You coming over tonight?" Eddie asks as he closes the textbook.

"Is your dick still huge?" Steve winks. "Yeah, I am."