Steffeth the Great

CHAPTER 25

You were restless. 

Your nails were between your lips as you paced your apartment, waiting for Eddie to message you back. You found out about the news through Steve, who messaged the entire group. Your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach, and you didn’t know how to process the news. Tears ran down your cheeks before you could stop them, and the sadness shook all over your body. 

You messaged Eddie then, but you didn’t get any response. You waited and waited, and only a day later, he answered in the morning. 

‘I’m having the funeral now.’

Words could not be enough to express how you felt. He was there in Hawkins, alone, and you wanted to get into your car and drive those three hours to get to where he was so he wouldn’t be by himself. But you had to think clearly, not drastically. You told him to message you whenever he needed, and that he could call you at any time.

He didn’t.

You pushed your negative feelings towards Steve aside, bothering him every day to tell you if he knew anything about Eddie, or when he was going to return, but Steve was as clueless as you were. 

It had been a week since Wayne’s birthday, two since his funeral. You knew by now that Eddie liked to deal with these kinds of things alone, but you didn’t think he would leave Steve aside. Robin told you how distraught Steve was. He deeply cared for Wayne, too, and he was wrecked that he wasn’t attending his funeral. You felt sad for Steve because Wayne must have been like an uncle to him, a second family.

But Steve told you that he couldn’t be mad at Eddie for it. It wasn’t something easy, much less after everything they both went through together. He could visit Wayne’s grave later, and he was glad that the last memory he had of the old man was a red tint on his cheeks from the whiskey and a smile on his face. 

You should feel the same, but the worry for Eddie only kept growing the more you didn’t know about his whereabouts. Now, you were debating calling off from work in the next three days, needing to go find Eddie for yourself, at least ask him if he is okay, and leave. You didn’t need anything else. You just needed to know that Eddie was fine.

The week had been excruciating for you because you couldn’t focus on work. How could you? The man you have feelings for is not answering any of your texts, and he just lost his last family member. How could you be relaxed in a situation like that? Now Saturday, you hadn’t stopped thinking about Eddie a single second. Your stomach was in knots, screaming at you to do something, anything to make the nerves calm down. 

But what could you possibly do? 

Your phone started beeping, and you quickly took it out of your pocket to see Robin calling you. You gasped, answering in a hurried manner.

“Robs? Any news?” “We are coming to pick you up! Eddie is at home! We just passed by his house, and his car is there!” You sighed with relief, and you quickly rushed to grab your purse, your phone, and keys, not caring about anything else. Nothing else really mattered. You needed to make sure he was alive, and he was fine, and that he didn’t need anything else, at least for now.

“Okay! I’m heading down!” You hung up, feeling your heart thumping at your chest with desperation, and you rushed out of your house. You couldn’t even think straight or rationally; you just wanted to see Eddie. You had to see Eddie. There was this pull at your chest that was making you feel hopeless by not knowing where he was. You felt numb and empty after a week of complete radio silence.

It was an understandable situation, but he could at least tell you all that he was fine. He could tell you all when he was going to return or when he did, like now. You had passed by his house many times, and the day you didn’t, he returned. For fucks sake. 

You were out of your building, looking towards the street, your feet bouncing in place as you bit your bottom lip. The anxiety was overwhelming you, because if Eddie hadn’t talked to any of you about his comeback, it was because he definitely wanted to be alone. You wished you could let him have his privacy, but you were worried. Too worried, and Steve was too. 

You saw the BMW pulling up, rather quickly, and it stopped right in front of you with a slight screech. Robin moved her hands for you to get in, and you rushed into the backseat of the car. You felt your heart in your throat as you clung onto Robin’s headrest. 

Steve turned his head to look at you once before he started to drive. You had bags under your eyes, you looked spent, as if something had been sucked out of your body and left you limp. 

Your breathing was heavy as Steve drove, and you could hear Robin asking you if you were fine, but you kept shaking your head. You weren’t. You weren’t going to be until you knew what was going on with Eddie. The depths of your feelings were more than what you had thought, but it was not time to think about those right now. No.

You arrived at Eddie’s in record time, and Steve pulled the brake quickly, before unbuckling himself and getting out. You followed at the same speed, Robin right behind you two. You three rushed up the stairs, and you saw Steve deliberating whether to knock on the door or use the spare key in his hand. 

He decided to knock a few times, desperately. You were waiting expectantly outside, gulping as you three stood in front of the door.

“EDDIE! It’s us! We– We saw your car, we just want to make sure you’re okay!” Steve tried, and he waited for a bit, licking his lips as nervousness rushed all over his body. He cursed under his breath, looking at the key in his hand and–

The door clicked, and you held your breath in. Slowly, it opened, and Eddie stood on the other side. He looked… He looked void. Empty. A vessel made out of a human corpse. You frowned at the sight, not being able to hold back on your worry, on how your heart tugged in desperation of wanting to pull him into your arms.

Steve gulped as he stared at his friend, who had yet to look up at him. Robin grabbed your hand from behind Steve, silently telling you that she was here with you, and you couldn’t be more grateful because you felt as if your knees were about to break on you. 

“Eddie–” Steve talked, and Eddie had his hair down, wearing a white buttoned-up long-sleeved formal shirt and black dress pants. He never changed out of the funeral clothes. The mourning ones. It’s been two days. Your jaw clenched as you tried to look for his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at any of you.

“I’m alive.” He slowly stepped back, turning around to give his back to the three of you. You wanted to rush forward and hug him, but you knew that Eddie was vulnerable, very susceptible. You didn’t want to overstep the boundaries he probably had right now but– but fuck.

Steve was the first to slowly step in, and his heart clenched when he saw boxes inside Eddie’s home, one in particular with the word ‘Mugs’ on it. He knew that was Wayne’s collection, and Eddie had also done the moving of his stuff by himself. He wanted to curse at his best friend, but it wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the right moment.

You followed Steve, looking around with tears filling your eyes. You couldn’t help it. How could you when you knew the man you care for deeply might be suffering in silence? Your eyes fell back on Eddie’s back, seeing his hair cascading all over the white shirt. Steve licked his lips as he measured his words.

“We wanted… We wanted to make sure you were okay– We are here if you need us. You need to know that we are here.” He tried, trying to make Eddie budge, yet the man didn’t turn around. You felt your heart clench in pain as you looked at Steve, begging him to keep trying. Steve winced, gulping before he continued. “Eddie, please–”

“I want to do this alone. I will be fine in a few days. You guys don’t need to worry about me.” His voice was cold, emotionless. Your bottom lip trembled as you softly called out to him.

“Eddie…” You saw his body tensing slightly at your voice. You took a step forward, not caring for the boundaries anymore, but a hand over your chest stopped you. Steve was looking at you in pain, and you knew that he actually didn’t want to stop you, but he knew Eddie better than you did in this stuff. He knew how to handle Eddie when he became like this. 

Your foot slowly retreated, painfully so. You didn’t want to go. You wanted to run and hug him and take care of him. You wanted to hold him tight and comfort him. But you couldn’t do it if he didn’t open up to you, and you couldn’t make him do so. Steve also looked pained, but Robin put a hand on his shoulder for support, giving him a small comforting smile.

The brown haired man sighed, shaking his head a bit with a sigh. He admitted defeat as he looked down at the floor.

“At least try to message us back. Let us know you are alright. We are here if you need anything at all, Eddie.” With that, Steve turned around and looked at you with a frown. His words were not there, but it was enough for you to understand. ‘We can’t do more than this.’

It pained you. Your eyes filled with silent tears as you looked at Eddie, who didn’t turn around for a single second. You gulped and nodded, turning back around to finally leave with Steve and Robin. You felt defeated as you three walked to the door, and you should be happy with knowing he was here, alive, and breathing, but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t satisfied, you weren't relieved. You knew Steve felt the exact same, but the three of you couldn’t break the wall Eddie had built so easily. 

You were about to cross the front door, right after Robin, only to be stopped by a sudden pull.

Your eyes widened when you felt a rough hand grab onto your left one, tightly. You slowly turned around to see Eddie, getting closer to you as he pulled you towards him, his other hand joining his hold on you, as if to make sure you weren't going to slip away. Steve and Robin turned around, stunned, eyes wide as they looked at the interaction. 

“Peach…” It was silent, rough, and his eyebrows were meeting in the middle. Your heartstrings tightened at the sight, and Eddie’s body flushed against your side, like a puppy looking for comfort. 

You turned to look at Steve and Robin, and Steve’s eyes went back and forth between you and Eddie. You didn’t know what was going on through his mind, but Eddie was showing that he wanted you to stay. Only you.

“I’m… I’m staying here with him. I’ll keep you guys updated, okay?” You said softly, the hands around your left one tightening, silently begging you to hurry and come inside. Steve’s eyes drifted towards Eddie, who was looking at the top of your head, magnetized to you, in need of you. Steve’s jaw clenched, his words soft as he spoke to you.

“Okay. Take care of him, alright?” 

You were surprised by his words, not really expecting him to give you such a big green light after how he had been with you the past weeks. Robin smiled at you, giving you a nod.

“Tell me if you need anything from your apartment.” You gave her a nod, and she waved at you, walking down the stairs with Steve right behind her. The man turned around one last time at the bottom of the stairs, seeing you urging Eddie inside with soft words. The door closed, and Steve took a deep breath before going back to the car.

Inside the house, your instincts kicked in, your right hand grabbing onto his forearm to try to make him look at you. His eyes found yours, and you saw the ticking bomb that resided in them. You had to act fast. You needed to make it comfortable for him so he could rest, or better yet, let it all out.

“Eds, let’s go to your room, get you out of those clothes, and get into bed, okay?” You softly spoke, which Eddie nodded slowly. He never let go of your hand as you guided him upstairs. Once you two reached his room, you made him sit on the bed, kissing his hands so he could let go of yours. He reluctantly did so, and you moved towards the dresser to get some sweatpants out for him to wear. 

You walked towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt, then his cuffs, so you could pull it off his body. Fuck, was he thinner? Has he eaten in the past week? Worry ran over your body, but you kept it down with a gulp as you helped him remove his shoes and pants. It was not the time for any questions. As he put on the sweatpants, you took the opportunity to get yourself comfortable. You took off your own pants and shirt, and Eddie was not even looking at you as you did. You put on a shirt of his and grabbed his hands to guide him to the side of the bed, opening the blanket for him.

“Come on…” He moved at your command, slowly, but he got into the bed as his eyes searched for you. You pulled the blanket over him and rushed around the bed to get in on the other side.

Your heart was aching, and your instincts, your feelings, were talking for you. You moved a bit further up into the pillow, opening your arm as you reached for him with the other, “Come here…”

He slowly moved closer to you, and he almost looked as if he were in a state of shock. You realized that maybe he was. He definitely was. His head came in contact with your chest, and your arms wrapped around him, tightly. You wanted to sob, finally having him back in your arms, and you wished he wasn’t feeling like this. You wished that the circumstances were different because you didn’t want him to be in pain. You didn’t want him to hurt.

“Wayne.” He said as your hand ran over his hair, starting to gently rub as your chin pressed at the top of his head. Tears filled your eyes as you gave him a short nod.

“Yeah… Let it out, Eddie…” 

And his body started shaking, his arms wrapping around you like a vice, holding onto you for dear life. You clenched your eyes as you heard his first sob. Then another. Then loud cries of pain, of anguish, of loss. His nails were digging into your back, but you didn’t even feel them. You couldn’t care less. He needed this. He needed you. 

You have never thought you would hear him cry like this. Mouth open as he let out his sobs, his wails, his whimpers. You felt the front of your shirt dampen more and more each second that passed, and all you could do was hold him. You rocked him gently, trying to soothe him, but you never shushed him. You never tried to calm him down when all he needed was to cry.

Your throat was closed up as you tried to hold your own sobs in, but your tears fell freely. He cried and cried for what seemed like hours. Sob, through sob, and when you thought he had fallen asleep or calmed down, they started back up again. You held him through it, and your movements never stopped. Your hand running over his hair, the slight rocking of your body, your legs tangling with his, so he would feel your warmth all over his body.

You never once separated yourself from him.

Only when he fell asleep, you managed to slip away so you could wash your face and relieve yourself in the toilet. You took deep breaths as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, weighing your options. You couldn’t leave Eddie alone. Your body could not physically do it, even if your mind told you that you had to at some point. 

You had to make sure he ate, you had to make sure that he took care of himself, and you had to help him with everything he brought back from Hawkins. It wasn’t going to be easy, mentally, physically, and emotionally, and you knew that he would need support. You brushed your teeth before heading back into the bedroom, seeing Eddie clutching onto the blanket, his entire body in a ball position, all turned into itself.

Your heart ached, and you walked towards your phone to text Robin. You messaged her that everything was alright, but Eddie needed support. You told her to bring you some clothes for the day and for work, and necessities the next day, so you could stay at Eddie’s for as much as he needed. 

You went back into the bed, trying not to wake him up, but as soon as you got in, his body sought yours. His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into his chest, and you sighed with delight, knowing that he was alright and in your arms. Your eyes closed instantly, and you let the darkness take you away, falling asleep to Eddie’s soft breaths.

The next day, you awoke first at 9 AM, untangling yourself from him so you could put on a pair of his shorts before heading downstairs. You looked around, seeing all the boxes, the suitcases, and you knew this was going to be a journey. This was going to be something tough, and you wondered if you could even do this by yourself. 

You decided to cook something and try to make Eddie eat before even tackling any conversation. You prepared some scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and juice, taking your time to do so. You left your plate and your coffee on the kitchen’s island counter, and you bit your lip as you put all of that on a tray, praying to whatever god was up there not to let you fall down the stairs.

The tray clanked a bit as you walked slowly up the stairs, focusing on not letting anything drop or fall. You sighed with relief once you got to the top, moving towards the bedroom to see Eddie sitting up on his bed. His hair was disheveled from sleep. You two went to sleep rather early, and now it was 10:30 AM. 

“Hey, I made you some breakfast…” You softly spoke as you walked towards the bed, sat down next to him, and placed the tray of food on the bed. He looked at it, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, the scruff on his chin longer and unkept. His voice was rough and raspy, and you saw him gulp at the sight of food.

“Not really hungry, Peach…” 

“You gotta eat.” Eddie shot a glare your way, but you kept your stance, pointing at the food. “I made this for you.”

“So because you made it for me, I gotta eat it?” 

“Yes.” 

He fell silent for a second, but then he moved, placing the tray on his lap. He frowned for a second and then looked back up at you.

“Where’s yours?” He asked, and you pointed down.

“Downstairs, didn’t fit in the tray–” He crossed his arms over his chest and laid back on the headboard of his bed. Your mouth fell open, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously? You aren’t going to eat?”

“If you bring your breakfast up here and eat with me, yes.” You couldn’t help but feel a little tug on your lips going upwards, finding this rather endearing than childish. 

“God, such a kid.” You got up from the bed and went back downstairs to get another tray and do another silent prayer before returning to the bedroom. Once you returned, he was still in the same position as before.

“So slow.” You shot a glare his way as you walked to the bed, sitting down next to him with the tray on your lap.

“Do you know how much balancing I have to do walking up the stairs with this?” He gave a chuckle. Just one. It was enough to make your hopes rise again, a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. It was a small win, but a win nonetheless. 

“Skill issue.” Was his short answer, and you saw how he started eating his food. He started slow, only to then start devouring it all. You held in a sigh of relief when you saw him finally ingesting something in his system, not really knowing when was the last time he did so. 

You ate in silence, inspecting his movements, inspecting the way he ate. You drank your coffee, and once it was all finished, you turned to look at Eddie, who was rubbing his eyes. Your heart clenched as you pushed the trays aside, getting up from the bed, rounding it to get to Eddie. Your hands reached for his, thumbs rubbing against the top of his palms.

“Come on, you want a bath or a shower?” He didn’t answer, so you gave him a small tug, making him groan.

“I don’t want to shower.”

“Well, you’re stinky. So a bath it is.” You let go of his hands to go to the bathroom to get the bath ready. You made it not too hot like you would have liked it, knowing Eddie takes colder showers. You waited for the bath to fill up, hearing Eddie’s steps coming towards the bathroom. You turned to look at him, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit broken by looking at him in this state. You wanted to fix it, to make it better, and you were hoping that you were.

You stood up as the sound of the water splashing in the tub filled the room, the bit of steam making it warm up. The shampoo and conditioner were all there for him to use, but he didn’t make a move to take his pants off. You tilted your head, knowing he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t doing so. But you knew what he needed. 

Your hands came to rip the shirt off your body, as well as taking your pants off. His eyes moved to find yours, and he shook his head slowly, grabbing your hand to stop you from taking your underwear off as well.

“It’s cold for you.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle a bit of cold.” You were happy he remembered how you liked the temperature of your water, but for him, you would dip yourself in the Arctic Ocean. He needed you right now. You weren’t going to let temperatures or commodities get in between you and him. 

You two got in the bath together, and you made sure not to wet your hair, not wanting to wash it just yet, but you helped Eddie wash his. As you rubbed the shampoo into his hair, you could hear sniffles coming from him, and you let him cry. You heard him take deep breaths as if to try to calm himself down a couple of times, but the sniffles came back. When you faced him to wash his face, tears were streaming down his cheeks, breaking your heart. He looked at you almost helplessly, and you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. Not even for a second.

But the water turned colder and colder, and you had to. You got out first, wrapping a towel around your body. He got out and wrapped one as well around his waist, before grabbing another one for his hair. You snatched it from his hands, making him raise an eyebrow your way.

You didn’t say a word as you walked out of the bathroom and then into the bedroom. You sat down on the edge of the bed, and you nodded towards the floor. Eddie immediately understood and sat down at your feet. You dried his hair with the towel, rubbing your hands all over and shaking it, making a few chuckles escape him as well as some winces. 

The day went on, and you prepared lunch for the two of you. Some quick pasta, but you told Eddie that you two had to eat something healthy at night, so you would have to go out and get groceries. 

“Please, don’t…” He winced at his own words, at his own plea. He didn’t want you to leave, but maybe he felt selfish by requesting this from you. You bit your lip and nodded, grabbing his hand over the counter.

“Okay, Robin is coming over just to bring me some clothes and things. I’ll tell her to go to the market to get me some food. I’m staying here until you kick me out, Munson.” You tried saying in a lighthearted manner, but his grip on your hand tightened, and then, his lips found your temple. Your heart burst into flames in your chest, and you hummed in appreciation.

“Thank you…” 

When Robin came by a few hours later, she tried asking a few things, but mostly if there was anything else she could do, as well as Steve. The others have been wanting to reach out to Eddie as well, but it seemed as if everyone knew that all he needed was time. You thanked Robin, closing the door and walking to the couch with her bag of clothes. 

He had a photo album on his lap as ‘The Office’ played in the background. He looked up at you when he heard the zip of the bag, and you scrunched up your nose at the clothes your best friend picked up for you. 

“God damnit, Robin.” He tilted his head, trying to look over to see what the problem was.

“What is it?”

“Let’s say that she grabbed the first things she saw out of my work clothes drawer and stashed them inside this bag.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I will have to get some clothes before going to work tomorrow–” 

And you heard his breath hitch. Your eyes found his, and he looked lost, desperate, as if he wanted to say something. Your heart clenched tightly in your chest, the pit of your stomach just becoming hollow. You sighed, getting your phone out of your back pocket, texting your boss. Eddie snapped out of his shock, so it seemed, and he stuttered as he spoke to you.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a sec.” You asked as you waited for your boss to answer to you. Eddie was really your demise, wasn’t he? Your phone dinged, and you nodded, sitting down next to him. “Okay, I’m not going to work this week.”

His eyes widened, shaking his head at you.

“You have the training, your boss is going on leave soon–”

“And I am an impeccable worker who has no job left undone. I told her I needed to take care of a personal matter that might take a while, regarding a loss.” You brushed a stray hair that fell on the side of his face, putting it behind his ear. “It’s fine.”

You gave him an encouraging smile, and he was just looking at you as if you weren’t even there. As if you were a figment of his imagination. You opened your mouth to talk again, but both his hands came up to cradle your cheeks, and then his lips came to rest on top of yours, tenderly and very softly.

Your body got goosebumps all over, electricity running through your entire spine that made everything feel more intense than before. It was the first kiss he gave you after he came back from Hawkins, the first kiss after his Uncle’s birthday party. The world was silent around you two, and when he pulled away, his lips still hovering over yours, you knew you couldn’t be free of Eddie. Not anymore.

“Thank you… Thank you so much, Peach…”

Three days passed, and Eddie started to slowly come back to himself. 

You helped him clean the house, fix the schedule for his shop, and even went to get groceries with him. You wondered what Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle thought of you staying in his house, or maybe they didn’t even know you were there. 

Steve had been messaging you all this time, asking you to keep him updated on Eddie’s health and how he was acting. It broke your heart knowing Steve wanted to be there for his best friend as well, but Eddie was making no moves on inviting more people over or getting out of the house to do so. 

But you were completely thrown back when he stood next to you as he dried the glasses you finished cleaning in the sink.

“I’ll invite Steve over today. I want him to help me sort out… the boxes.” You were almost wide-eyed in surprise when you heard that. The boxes were the one thing you dreaded the most, knowing how hard that would be for Eddie, but now, your chest filled with warmth, knowing he wanted to do it with his best friend. 

You nodded in agreement, kissing his bicep as he let out a sigh of what seemed like relief. You turned off the water, drying your hands on a kitchen cloth.

“You want me out for that?” You asked, and his head whipped quickly your way, a frown forming in his eyebrows. He looked almost comical, but you held the giggle back.

“No. You are not allowed to leave.” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“I should call the police, I’m being held hostage.” You joked, and he dropped the cloth with a slam on the counter, and his arms came to wrap tightly around your waist, making you giggle in surprise as he raised you, lifting you in the air, smiling up at you. Your feet kicked as he walked towards the living room. “Okay, put me down!”

“Nope, I want you to fully give your vocal consent, you're staying out of your own free will.” You giggled as his arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and you saw his smile as you tried to wiggle yourself free from his grasp. 

“Fine, fine! I’m staying out of my own free will! I’m not being held hostage!” He gave a huff of approval before putting you down on the ground again. You were pouting at him, and he shook his head, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Don’t pout at me.” His phone gave a small ding, and he pulled it out, not hiding the screen from you, which only made you feel proud. You saw it was Steve, responding to Eddie’s text. “He is free today.”

You gave him a nod, and you saw how he hesitated on typing the message out. His thumb was over the letters, and your hands squeezed his waist in encouragement. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath before his thumb started moving. ‘Will you come over to help me out with Wayne’s boxes?’

You knew that simple text was a lot for Eddie. You could hear his breathing becoming shaky, and you waited right there with him for Steve’s response. His eyes were not moving away from his phone screen, while yours were not moving away from him. Once Steve agreed to come over, you saw Eddie sigh in relief, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“So, he’s coming?” Eddie looked at you, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he opened his mouth, but you quickly covered it with your hand, glaring at him. “Can you not make it dirty?”

“I ws–fnna–say, he isff.” He mumbled into your palm, and you nodded, taking it away from him. “But who knows, maybe he was busy before and that’s why he took some time to answer–”

You left his side, turning instantly, acting as if you were fed up with his commentary, but deep down, you were grateful his comedic side was coming back up. He was slowly returning to himself, but you were still taking care of his actions. He sometimes zoned out or took a while in the shower, more than he was accustomed to. But the jokes started back up this morning, when he woke up and told you that you farted in your sleep.

He said it with a laugh, so you don’t really know if it was the truth or not, and even in your embarrassment, you were happy to see that cheeky smile on him again. 

Now, another kind of situation was coming up, which was the fact that Eddie did not want you to leave despite Steve coming over. You weren’t sure how that conversation was going to turn out, but you still hoped that Steve being here would help Eddie as well. Your thoughts were cut off when two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you close to a chest, tightly.

“I said you were not allowed to leave.” He said, mimicking a growl. You giggled, shaking your head, rolling your eyes at his attitude.

“Definitely held hostage.”

“Fine, guilty as fucking charged, Peach.” And then he bit your neck, gently, but it was enough to send a shiver all over your body, goosebumps rising on your skin, hair standing on your arms. Your belly flipped over, and you couldn’t help but feel so blissful despite the situation. 

“What are you? A vampire?” 

“Vleh, vleh, vleh.” You snorted before starting to laugh hysterically. He loved Hotel Transylvania from the moment you two watched it together by chance. You just selected something random while having breakfast together one time, and he got hooked. He laughed, and he told you to never tell anyone that he liked a cartoon movie that much.

A little secret, one of the many, that you two shared together. 

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Your heart got out of your throat a bit as you knew this was going to be awkward for the two of them. You wondered if you really should be here or not. Eddie asked you not to, but you couldn’t help but believe that you weren’t supposed to. You were preparing some snacks, knowing that fixing up and arranging what’s inside the boxes would take a while. Doing these kinds of things always took someone down memory lane.

Eddie walked down the stairs, drying his wet curls with a small towel, grunting on each step. You frowned, turning your head, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What’s with the grunting?”

“He has a spare key! Why do I have to open the door?” You shook your head and turned your head to keep cutting the carrots as Eddie opened the door, revealing Steve Harrington on the other side, looking like always, but you knew he wasn’t in an extremely cheery mood. 

“I heard you, Munson. Don't know if you remember, but last time I barged in, I caught you and someone else in a little predicament.” Steve rolled his eyes, and you winced in shame. You could see how he stood there for a second, his hand moving on his side, as if he were in pain. Your heart ached, knowing Steve probably wanted to hug Eddie, to give and seek comfort. Eddie stepped out of the way, walking back inside to let Steve in.

Your eyes locked with his as he finally spotted you in the kitchen. You noticed the tension, not knowing how to act with one another. You weren’t Eddie’s girlfriend, and Steve didn’t seem to enjoy the idea of that when he found out about you two together, to the point of making Eddie doubt continuing this friends-with-benefits situation. 

He walked over to you and patted you on the shoulder, surprising you slightly.

“You alright?” He called your name, and you nodded a bit, handing him a carrot, which he took before dipping it into the cream cheese and taking a bite.

“Yeah, you?” You noticed how he didn’t respond to you for a few seconds, as if debating his answer. He then gave you a slow nod as his eyes followed Eddie heading to the boxes. He looked at you and then gave a little jerk of his head in Eddie’s direction. He was asking you about his best friend. You gave a thumbs up, followed by a small shrug. He was okay, but that can be very volatile.

Steve nodded and walked towards his best friend, looking down at the first box. You stood in the kitchen, looking over at them as they talked, starting to pull stuff out of it. It was Wayne’s cutlery, which wasn’t much, and not really that fancy, but they were used with love and care. Steve grabbed onto the penguin wine jar, lifting it up.

“I will never understand this purchase.” Eddie scrunched up his nose, looking at it as Steve showed it off. 

“Me neither… But man, did we use it.” You heard Eddie say, and Steve smiled a bit, putting it on the coffee table. You took a bite out of a chip, and the crunch made Eddie snap his head your way. He made a grabby hand at you, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the bowl and walking towards them. 

He grabbed a handful and shoved the chips in his mouth, and you smacked him over the head. Steve snorted at the action, turning his head to hide his laughter at Eddie’s shocked face, slowly turning to look at you.

“Gentle, jesus fucking christ.” You shook your head, putting the bowl on the coffee table as well, so they could keep munching. You looked down into the box, spotting something shiny. You reached down, getting hold of it, pulling it out, and– Eddie and Steve started cracking up while you scrunched your nose at it. 

In your hand was a paper weight in the form of a tit. Nipple and all. You turned to Eddie and you showed it to him, making him cover his eyes as he laughed, as if remembering stuff when seeing it after so long.

“I can’t believe he held onto that shit.” Eddie coughed out, and Steve shook his head, wiping a tear that threatened to fall down.

“I can’t believe it either.” You were still looking at the fake breast in your hand, which was also quite heavy. Eddie calmed down, the smile still on his lips. He gently got hold of it and inspected it as he turned it over a few times.

“I gifted this to him with my first pay. I thought it was just going to be left as a joke… but he kept it.” Your frown fell immediately as he looked at the object in his hand. Steve also stopped laughing, yet his smile didn’t leave his lips. He returned to pulling things out of the box, and you opted to sit down on the couch, letting the men do it, feeling like you were inserting yourself in a moment that belonged to them only.

Items and some little pieces of furniture started coming out of the boxes, one by one, each with a small story from Eddie’s part, and sometimes, Steve would join in. Some of them didn’t have anything to tell, but others were kept in their hands for minutes as they laughed and talked, inspecting the item over and over again.

You then saw the most dreaded box being opened. The ‘Mugs’ one. For some reason, you felt like this was the one box you shouldn’t be present for. You slowly got up, and you were unnoticed as you walked up the stairs slowly, leaving the two men alone. You sat at the very top, listening to the stories Eddie told with each cup he pulled out, finding new information and new memories you didn’t know about.

Steve laughed at a few, telling Eddie how they always looked silly to him, and Eddie couldn’t agree more with him. But then, there was silence. You blinked a few times, not hearing anything at all, until finally– sniffles. Harsh breaths.

You hunched down a bit, trying not to make a sound to peek from the top of the stairs, and there you saw Steve, holding Eddie tightly against him. You pressed your hand to your chest as your eyes filled with tears. Eddie held onto Steve, his face buried in his shoulder as he cried. Steve wasn’t far behind, hearing a few of his small sobs and sniffles.

“I miss him.” Eddie confessed, as if no one really knew that. Steve nodded, and his arms tightened around his best friend.

“Yeah, I know. I know, Eddie. Me too.” Steve’s voice was broken, and you felt your own tears sliding down your cheeks as you listened to them from afar.

“I should have let you come to the funeral, I shouldn’t have–”

“You couldn’t. It’s okay, I know. You were in shock, it’s alright.” You took a deep breath in, deciding to leave them alone. You walked towards the bathroom to wash your face. You took deep breaths in as you held onto the sink, trying to center yourself. You were happy Eddie could be with his best friend, that he finally let himself be vulnerable in front of someone else. He probably needed Steve, he just didn’t realize how much.

You waited for a few more minutes, deciding to go to the bedroom to change the sheets for new ones. Then you scrolled on your phone for a while, texting Robin about Steve being there at Eddie’s. She replied she knew. She asked if there was any news or if you had talked with Eddie, but it was not the time. You weren’t going to bombard him with the ‘What are we?’ question. He needed you, and that was it, whatever that meant.

You heard a loud thump downstairs, making you sit straight up on the bed, followed by Steve’s insane laughter. You got up from the bed, rushing down the stairs only to see Eddie face down on the floor, his legs over a box he tripped over. You immediately cracked up at the sight, and you heard a grunt of pain coming from him, his hands slowly moving to press against the floor to pull himself up and glare at the both of you.

“You assholes, can’t you help me instead of laughing at me?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you. His eyes were red from crying, but you weren’t going to point it out, nor Eddie’s red nose, be it from the fall or the crying. You smiled cheekily at Steve, shaking your head, both of you speaking at the same time.

“Nah.” 

“Wow, I thought you were going to at least be better than him, Peach.” He groaned as he got up, wincing as he rubbed his right elbow. You giggled as you walked towards him, getting hold of the elbow yourself as he pouted.

“Aw, did you do a boo boo?” Eddie only glared at you, but you didn’t miss the hint of a smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m gonna cause one to you as well if you don’t stop making fun of poor ol’ me.” You mocked him, still rubbing onto his elbow tenderly, something that Steve didn’t miss.

“If you don’t stop making fun of poor ol’ me, blah, blah, blah.” Your voice was nasal, and a finger of his came to poke your side, making you flinch away with a giggle. Steve just stood there, looking and inspecting every movement, but you didn’t care.

“Let’s go buy those shelves for the mugs, we need somewhere to put them.” Steve said, and Eddie turned his head, nodding. Your head turned towards the kitchen counter, seeing all the collected mugs there. 

The Garfield one was the one that stuck out the most.

Saturday.

And everyone was at Eddie’s. Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Argyle, and Eden. Finally, Eddie agreed to see the rest of the group, letting them come over to his house for drinks. The mugs were now on shelves at the top of Eddie’s TV, and putting them up was actually a mess, and it got Steve to bandage his index finger because he missed a nail with the hammer. 

But now they were up there for everyone to see. Nancy had a private talk with Eddie when she arrived, and immediately the two of them went up to his room. When she came back down, her eyes were reddened, as well as Eddie's. Not as bad as the past few days, but it was a relief to see him back to himself, and this time, you could say, entirely.

“He seems fine.” Robin said with a smile, and you nodded, looking at Eddie talking to Argyle, who was going on about opening his own pizza place down in the city. You smiled fondly, seeing his own on his lips. Everyone came over not to talk about what happened to him, not really dismissing it either, but rather be there to bring a smile to Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, it was a rough week… He really didn’t want to be alone.” Robin nodded, putting an arm around your shoulder, her voice lowering as she swirled the whiskey and coke glass she had in her hand.

“He didn’t want YOU to leave… cause he let Steve go easily that day…” She took a sip of her drink as you looked down at your beer bottle. “You still think there’s no chance? At this point, I think you’re joking.”

“It wasn’t the appropriate time to have that conversation, Robs.” You pointed out and she nodded, murmuring an ‘I know, I know’. 

“Nancy suspects it, you know.” She confessed, and your eyes widened, looking at her. “Eddie sent a picture to her yesterday, and she spotted your jacket in the hanger. I tried telling her it might be the jacket from someone else, that yours isn’t one of a kind–”

“Fuck, but Robs, it is. She knows it.” The blue denim jacket with the Dior brand on the back. It was a gift from Liana, made specifically for you, for helping her with one of the contracts. It was done with embroidery, something you really like on clothes. Your eyes turned to look at Nancy, who was talking with Jonathan and Eden, smiling as they blabbered. Shit.

“I didn’t know if she would remember or not. She is giving Eddie the benefit of the doubt…” You felt guilt wash over you as you closed your eyes, sighing, taking a sip of your beer. “She is not going to be mad, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“How do you know?” You turned your head to look at her, and she shrugged, smiling at you.

“Cause she looked happy and excited when she saw it.” You blinked a few times, frowning as your eyes turned to look at Steve, who was preparing himself a drink at the kitchen counter in the corner. Another close friend of Eddie was happy that if he were dating someone, that would be you… So why not Steve?

“Well… Bet she will be mad at Eddie for not telling her, though.” Robin thought for a second and then nodded once.

“Yeah, that might happen.” Eddie’s eyes locked with yours after Argyle walked towards Steve to steal his drink, and then you saw him look at Robin, a frown forming on his eyebrows. You tilted your head in question as he walked towards you both, taking a sip of the beer in his hand.

“And what are you two ladies talking about?” He asked, and you opened your mouth to say something, but Robin interrupted immediately.

“About having some balls for once and doing what you feel… shit like that.” Your eyes widened as your head snapped to look at her as if she were crazy. Eddie’s eyes fell on Robin’s arm over your shoulders, and then looked down at you.

“Having balls? To do what?” Your mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, and then you felt Robin retract herself from you, humming as she walked over to Nancy.

“I have no idea, I guess about Argyle.” Eddie looked at you for one more second before giving a slow nod. His free hand came to scratch the back of his neck as he took a deep breath in.

“Um… You’re staying tonight again, right?” He asked, almost shyly, as if you would say no to him. You squinted a bit at him, acting as if you were annoyed.

“Wasn’t this a hostage situation?” He glared at you for a second before turning his head, looking around. You frowned, moving your head to see what he was looking at, only for him to turn back quickly and peck your lips, almost painfully, thanks to the force of it. You reeled back, putting your hand over your mouth. “What are you doing!?” 

“They weren’t looking, Peach. But yes, you’re staying.” Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you in a way you didn’t quite know how to describe. Your body was lit on fire, the need to hold him rushing back into your veins like a bull stampede, and you blamed the small bit of alcohol for it. The half beer you drank. 

You two didn’t touch each other that way all week. It was just a lot of holding one another close, cuddling to sleep, watching TV, kissing every now and then, but never getting to the next level of it. It didn’t feel right to do so, and there was no need.

But tonight that need came back.

And you felt it on him, too. You felt it in the room, even with all your friends in it. There was this feeling, this intuition that something was happening tonight for the two of you, and your body was already shaking with anticipation. You wanted everyone in the room gone, immediately, but you knew you couldn’t do that. 

So you two went back to the rest of the people as if nothing had just happened, acting as if you arrived at his house before everyone else did. Your eyes kept clashing with his, the tension only rising the more time passed. You tried paying attention to Jonathan, talking to you about his new cocktails in the bar, you tried paying attention to Eden talking about how she is about to graduate in Computer Engineering, but you kept being drawn back to him, like a magnet.

Two hours later, the people started to slowly leave the house, the last ones being Steve, Robin, and Nancy. How were you going to lie to Nancy? What was your excuse for staying? Should you act like you were leaving? Should you say you were gonna go to the toilet before heading out?

“You’re staying to help Eddie clean, right?” Her voice interrupted, and her eyes were on you, a smile on her lips. She knew. She wasn’t doubting. She wasn’t suspecting it. 

“Y-Yeah, I think so…” You responded as Eddie put an arm around your shoulders, showing off the amount of cups and snacks on the tables and counters with his free hand, as if presenting a masterpiece. You groaned at the display, whining as you pouted. “You all are a fucking mess, it’s literally just eight people. How can eight people do this!?”

“We’re animals, sweetheart.” You heard Nancy’s giggle, making you turn your head to see her looking at Eddie for a few seconds before grabbing Robin’s hand. Steve glanced at the both of you, but mostly, his eyes were on Eddie. You turned to look at him, only to find him staring down at you, making your stomach knot into itself.

“Well, off we go. I’m tired as fuck, and my finger is hurting again.” Steve snapped you out of your trance, making you look at him. You nodded while he gave a wave before walking out. Robin winked your way, and Nancy was still smiling as the door closed behind her.

And now, it was just you and Eddie. 

You felt your heart about to kill you from how fast it was beating. It felt as if a bomb was ticking uncontrollably now, close to detonation. You felt his arm leave your shoulders, making you look up at him. He was smiling innocently, pulling his sleeves up towards his elbows.

“Well, time to start cleaning.” Your mouth fell open, and you huffed, shaking your head. You didn’t want to clean. Not tonight. You walked towards the kitchen island counter and hopped on, crossing your arms and legs while frowning at him. He was still smiling, mimicking your arms, crossing them over his chest.

“I don’t want to clean.”

“Oh, and what does little Peach want to do, hm?” He was teasing you, testing you, and you could feel the tension slowly build up in the room, the more he stared at you. 

“Sleep.” You absolutely did not want to sleep, but even if you did feel like tonight you two might do something more than just mere touches and kisses, you didn’t want to push Eddie into it. His smile faltered slightly, and he let out a sigh, shaking his head and walking over to the other counter to start throwing the cans and bottles into the trash.

“Yeah, I guess cleaning can wait till tomorrow.” His voice was slow, making you uncross your arms from your chest as well as your legs, frowning as you stared at his back. “It was nice seeing everyone today.”

Your heart warmed up at his words, and you nodded, not caring that he couldn’t see you right now.

“It was… Was Nance… mad that she couldn’t visit you before?” You were testing him to see if he would tell you what had happened with Nancy in his room. Maybe she did confront him about you two, but by his shrug, you assumed she didn’t.

“Oh, not exactly… More like, disappointed… Told me I was an idiot for thinking I was alone in this and all…”

“But you aren’t alone. You know that.” And he went silent for a second, his movements stopping, and you felt a chill running down your spine, as if it knew that something was changing in the air right now.

“Yeah… I’m not alone anymore… Especially not with you… Right, Peach?”

He slowly turned to face you, and your breath was knocked out of your lungs as your face started heating up. He looked so serious, yet it didn’t look threatening or anything like that. It was just a serious face for a serious conversation. Your eyes averted, not being able to contain the nerves that slowly invaded you, looking at your lap.

“I… Define ‘Especially not with you’.” You wanted to know if what he meant was more than physical. If what he meant was more than just two bodies finding pleasure with one another. If what he meant was more than just getting together to satisfy each other, and that was it. 

He gulped, and you saw him take a deep breath in, making you look up at him again. He was still looking at you, his eyes never leaving your face. His hand came to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous tick you know he had by now. He was nervous. Eddie was nervous.

“I think it’s time for the two of us to have that talk.” Your world stopped. Oh, fuck. Your breathing quickened a bit, and your chest felt heavy as you felt sweat on your fingertips. Your nerves were causing havoc inside of you, and you were becoming a wreck by the second. The only way for you to maneuver over this topic was comedy.

“You’re making it sound like… It’s the end of the world.” Probably not the best joke. Not one that should be done in a moment like this, but you felt like the entire world was watching you two right now, waiting for the next move. Eddie looked at you, shaking his head, taking a deep breath in before he began talking.

“Peach… What we do it’s not something normal friends with benefits do.” Your heart was already plummeting to the floor. Have you read the signs wrong? Have you gotten hopeful for nothing? 

“I– Well, I do know that…” Your eyes were locked with his, and time stood still for a few seconds before he took a step towards you, making the hairs on your arms stand up.

“You know this is not just… that then. Right?” 

The air got knocked out of your lungs. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Were you understanding wrong? You couldn’t disguise the desperation that lingered in your voice when you talked, feeling a lump starting to form in your throat, and you felt so stupid for becoming emotional, but– Fuck, it’s been months.

“I– What is it, then?” Eddie got taken aback by your words, his eyes showing nervousness as he took more steps your way, closing the distance, slowly.

“Peach, I think you know…” His hands finally came to touch your knees, looking at them for a few seconds as he deliberated his next words. “I— I need to know if we’re on the same page right here because–”

His jaw clenched, and you felt like you were soaring into the sky, not realizing you weren’t answering him, not even moving towards him. He was right there for you, for the taking. He was here, and he was confessing himself to you. You weren’t wrong. Robin was right. This was happening. He was happening. Due to your lack of response, he kept talking,

“I have to leave if you aren’t, Peach. I need to walk out of it before I–” And your eyes widened, your hands finding his in a rushed manner, and your legs opened to push him close to you, for him to get in between as you shook your head desperately. No. No. No. He can’t walk away from you. No.

“No– No… I’m–” Fuck, why are you so choked up? Why can’t you talk properly? Why? He just stood there, his head tilting in question. You wondered if his heart was about to explode in the same way yours was about to.

“You?” You closed your eyes as you gulped down the lump as best as you could.

“I– Fuck, you should know how I feel about you now, I– By the way I act, or– What I do…” You cringed at your words, shit. This wasn’t romantic at all. This wasn’t the amazing confession you had rehearsed in your mind a thousand times, and now that it’s here, you were acting poorly.

He wasn’t answering, so you looked up at him, his serious face slowly turning into a cheeky smile, his dimples showing off your way. You frowned slightly, wondering why he was smiling like that, even if it made your breath stutter.

“I know. I can read people like the back of my hand, remember? I just wanted you to say it out loud. Admit you are crazy for me and all that.” 

Your mouth fell open at his words, frowning in slight annoyance. Why would he play with you like that? He knew? He knew about your feelings all along? He knew how he made you feel, yet never said anything or acted upon it? Or well, maybe he was, just now how you expected, but still. You pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him slightly, away from you, which he only stumbled back one step.

“You dick! I hate–” 

Your words were cut off instantly when two rough hands came to cradle your cheeks, pulling you into a deep kiss that stole every breath and word away. A kiss that you knew was not like the others because you could feel it in every movement and in the way he held you. His body flushed against yours, and your hands moved to grip his waist, feeling your cheeks burning with happiness, with nervousness, with embarrassment.

One of his hands went to the back of your neck to pull you even deeper into the kiss. He groaned a bit into your lips as you two moved in a dance you had been rehearsing for months now. He was holding your head as if he were holding a treasure, holding you just like he held that Garfield mug. 

You could feel the heat coming off of him; the more he kissed you, the more it all intensified. His shirt was crumpling under your fists as you tried to move him closer, but it was impossible at this point. Your mind was turned into mush, the world around you was nonexistent, and it was just him. Everything was him.

His lips slowly separated from you with a smack, his breath hitting your lips as he kept stealing pecks. He was almost agitated, desperate, vulnerable.

“I like you, Peach…” Another kiss that detonated your poor heart, along with his words. Those words you were expecting to hear at one point, hoping that they were at all there. “Fuck, I– I really fucking like you…”

You didn’t know if you were breathing. It all felt like a dream. It didn’t feel real just because of how perfect it was, how perfect it felt to have your feelings be reciprocated in this manner, with the same intensity. But he had to know it too. You had to come back to your senses. You had to find your voice again.

“I really like you too, Eddie…” He smiled against your lips, prompting you to do it as well, a joyous giggle escaping you before he kissed you again. The hand behind your neck moved to cradle your other cheek once again. He pulled away, his eyes looking for your hazy ones as you two breathed heavily.

“Say you’re mine…” His eyes showed an intensity like never before, and you were still in awe at the whole situation. He gulped, scanning your face as he waited for your answer. “I need to hear it… I need to hear you say you’re mine and mine only, sweetheart.”

You didn’t know why there was any need for that. He should know it. He should know you were his and have been his for a long while now. But maybe he wanted to hear it from you. And you would comply, because either way, it was the truth.

“I’m yours, Eds… Just yours…” He smiled widely, and you thought you saw him tremble, before he pulled your face in for another searing kiss. You felt your eyes fill up with tears, but you weren’t going to fight them this time. There was no need to fight against your feelings anymore.

“Hell yes…” He cheered onto your lips, making you chuckle as he kept kissing you, never stopping. You wanted to know, too. You wanted to hear him say it too. You pulled away from the kiss, but your lips never stopped brushing his.

“What about you?” His eyes found yours, and you’ve never seen him looking down at you this way. It felt as if you were his entire world right now. Was it conceited to believe that? Was it too much to think that way? He gave a huff before talking, his voice low, rough, yet deep with emotion.

“I’m yours, Peach… I’m all yours.” His hands now wrapped tightly around your entire frame as yours wrapped around his shoulders. You could feel him rubbing your back as he kissed you again, sealing the confession. You were on cloud nine, or on another planet, from how light you felt. The nerves were still there, the turning in your stomach was still happening, but now it was for another reason entirely.

Happiness.

You were so happy. You could feel it in him too, as he kissed you, deepening the kiss after a while. His tongue danced with yours as his hips clashed against you, eliciting some small moans against his lips. The temperature around you was quickly building up, and all you wanted was to hold him in the most intimate of ways. This would be different from all those other times. This was going to be completely different.

His hands moved downwards towards the back of your thighs. You felt him grip you tightly before he did a little hop and moved away from the counter, making you gasp through the kiss and cross your legs around his waist. You pulled away from the kiss as he chuckled, walking towards the stairs. Your eyes widened, shaking your head, yet a smile was on your lips.

“I swear, Eddie, if you drop me on the stairs–”

“I am not going to drop you, Peach!” He walked while carrying you as if you were feather light. If he was putting in any effort, he was not showing it. You clung to him as you whined at each step he took on the narrow staircase. “I carried Steve up here once. Princess style.”

“What!?” Your head snapped to look at him, and he was smiling, nodding as he finally reached the top.

“He was blasted off drunk, and he couldn’t help me at all. The couch was taken by Nancy, so I had to make due. She didn’t want to sleep in my bed.” You rolled your eyes, your teeth nipping on his jaw, making him groan your way.

“I wonder why… Slut.” His eyes widened, looking at you for a few seconds as if he couldn’t believe what you had just called him. Your heart was too joyful to care about the consequences of your comment, and he glared at you before smirking.

“You’re calling me a slut, huh?” And just like that, you were thrown onto the bed, making you squeal as you bounced against the mattress. He was instantly crawling on top of you after he took his shoes off. He was smirking, and there was lust in his eyes, lots of it, but something else resided in them now, something more tender. “Guess I have to remind you just how bad of a slut you turn for me, Peach.” 

He was dirty-talking to you, but there was another tone to it. It was still the same volume, the same vibrato, the same rough, lustful implication, yet it was different. Everything was different. 

From the way that he kissed you stupid into the bed, from the way he undressed you, from the way he kissed down your entire body, from the way he didn’t hold back when marking you this time. He left hickies on your neck, on your sides, on your legs, and with these, you knew everything was actually real. It was happening. Eddie was marking you as yours. 

So you did the same. 

When you got on top of him, you made sure to mark him in the same manner, and he didn’t stop you, nor complain. In fact, it was as if Eddie was more vocal than before. He kept calling your name, over and over and over. He called you ‘Baby.’ You kissed him all over, his nose, his cheeks, his collarbones, his chest, and his legs, just everywhere. 

You rode him as he held you close, kissing your neck, nibbling in between the crook of it and your shoulder. His forehead was sweaty as you two moaned and groaned against each other. Calling one another's names over and over again.

You fluttered around him as he kissed your neck, then your shoulder, and you climaxed when he sucked on your skin, marking you up again. He tipped over the edge just a second after you did, and he was left looking at you, still holding you close to him as you straddled his hips.

“My girl.” You smiled breathlessly at the nickname, and he moved the two of you, laying you down on the bed without moving from inside of you. He kissed the tip of your nose, then your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin as if he were to bite down, pressing himself even deeper inside of you, making you choke on your breath. “Mine…”

You felt emotional, tears threatening to fill your eyes as you held him close to you. Nothing could compare to this moment. You were his, and he was yours. After this, there would be no more hiding, no more secrets, and you could go out in public, be like this with your friends, around strangers, finally introducing Eddie to your mom. You could barely believe it.

“Yours… Just yours, Eddie…”

Finally.

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-------This wasn’t the first time you’d encountered someone like him. He had to be one of those extras, probably underpaid and known for causing trouble on set. He likely hadn’t bothered to change out of his costume and was relishing his small role in this odd setting.

“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble, but I really need you to take off that costume. I’m responsible for the outfits, and if anything happens to it, it’ll come out of my pay, okay? Didn’t anyone give you a heads-up about this?” You stepped closer, but he just froze like a statue, clearly sizing you up. 

Taking another look, you noticed the armor under his robe was totally different from anything you’d ever seen. Were they filming something new without you? That couldn’t be right—or worse, what if he’d swiped it? Great. You reached out for a closer look, but before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist, spun you around, and shoved you away like it was nothing.

“Aaaah!” You winced, clutching your sore wrist, glaring at him in frustration. “Are you out of your mind? Get those clothes off right now! Can’t you hear me? Are you deaf or what?” 

The guy sighed as he wiped his sword with the hem of his robe and sheathed it as if he were doing it every day. He did it with such flair that even a top-notch actor would be impressed.  

“I see you’ve been really getting into character. Nice job!” you quipped with a hint of sarcasm. “But like I said, I need to grab the costume. So, come on, take it off.”  

"What kind of shameless woman are you to demand that I undress?"

What the hell was that? The accent, thick and unfamiliar, rolled off his tongue in a way you had never encountered before. It felt like a whisper from another age, as if echoes of ancient times were woven into each word he spoke.--------

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Twenty-three days.

Twenty-three whole-ass days have passed.  Twenty-three days’ worth of waiting, of wondering, of covertly scrolling the socials of the two leading men of Corroded Coffin — debating but ultimately talking yourself out of smashing that follow button.  You want to, oh – do you ever want to, but your gnawing hesitancy always overcomes the urge.  

Because that’s desperate.  That would seem desperate, right?

But is it really all that desperate when the lead guitarist with those endlessly brown fuck-me eyes pounded you into that king-size mattress while his irritatingly gorgeous drummer watched your every move?  Egged you on?  Talked so filthy he sponsored one of the most earth-shattering orgasms you’ve ever had, and then another, and another?

You really don’t think so.

But still, twenty-three days go by, and you can’t bring yourself to tap that little spot on your screen that would announce to both of them who you are outside of the walls of that hotel room.  Sure, they know you – but they don’t know know you.

Remember when you said a threesome with strangers was completely out of character for you?  Yeah, well it is.  Or, it was…  

Thus the reason you’re spiraling and overthinking every swipe of your eyeliner pencil, every brush of your eyeshadow, every thread of fabric that lay in a heap on your bed.  From your head to your toes, you look like you belong at a Corroded Coffin concert, but the feeling you’re craving?  That sultry bit of confidence that was fueled by desire (and perhaps a little bit of leftover spunk from that delayed flight) has yet to come back.

And you really, really want it back.  You have a feeling you’re gonna need it tonight.

The venue is only forty minutes from your house.  A negligible distance you’re willing to travel for the potential that the night holds, if the scrawl on the back of your ticket is anything to go by.  That heated promise licks like flames at your insides when you enter the concert hall, burning hotter still as you take your place at the VIP barricade.  Just to the left of center, situated nearer to the drumkit at the rear of the stage than the two microphones positioned at the front.

A small smile plays on your lips as you wonder if that was intentional.

The opener sets the tone – violent riffs and booming beats seem to echo in your chest.  They rival the frenetic thumping of your heart, anticipation beating in time with the bass drum as they fly through their set, bringing you closer to the main event.

Well, the event before the main event.

With a flourish of bubbly, wailing notes, the opening band bids the crowd goodbye, giving way to an empty stage that looks far more formidable now that it’s so close to what you’ve craved for weeks.  It’s almost overwhelming, the wait.  Tension hangs heavy in the air around you, suspense heats your skin and settles between your legs, pulsing stronger with every minute that ticks by.

Slowly, oh so very slowly, time ticks by.

And then, the lights go down. A veil of black over the crowd settles, and the excitement grows.  Palpable, real – as real as the cool metal gripped tight with trembling fingers.  It’s as if they’re toying with you, playing with their food before they first take a bite.  

It seems like a torturous forever, the moment stretches impossibly long before Eddie saunters to his mic stand after his bassist and rhythm guitarist, wild midnight curls dance in chaotic perfection around his face backlit by the blue-gray stage lighting.  The crowd explodes, feeding into his theatrics as he prances about, waving and welcoming the audience with a flourishing sweep of his lanky arms.  He doesn’t look your way, but you don’t expect him to – not when he has twenty thousand shrieking fans vying for his attention.  

He’s not the one you’re most excited to see tonight, anyway.

That particular band member is the last to arrive, materializing from the shadows behind the drumset to what feels like an even louder welcome.  He’s cocky in the best way, addressing the crowd with a languid curl of the corner of his mouth before his crystalline stare zeroes in on you.

Intense is one way to describe it. Desire is ice blue, melting your insides into a molten puddle of liquid lust.  The confident way he holds it catches your breath in your throat. But as quick as it’s come, it’s gone – his attention now swings back to the crowd, raising his pair of drumsticks clutched in his right hand before he takes his place behind his kit.

The atmosphere in the venue is heavy and dark, but yet intimate – Eddie’s lyrics are so deeply emotional in a way you didn’t realize a heavy metal band could be.  There’s intention with every movement, a story with every song, lulling you into an elevated state almost like a dream.  Eddie’s voice is mesmerizing, beautifully fitting of the beautiful man that he is.  The crowd adores him and he never once takes that for granted – he and the band members often have to wait in between songs to let the applause die down.  Thankful smiles accompany their own brand of adoration, shining through reverent eyes as they honor every member of the audience.

But that’s nothing compared to the way they look at you.

It doesn’t happen often, sometimes fleeting enough that you wonder if you’ve imagined it, but you know you haven’t.  Scorching stares bore into yours with such passion you feel as if they’re singing directly to you.  And as soon as that taste of fiery attention is there, it’s gone – they reign it in until all that’s left is the ghost of their gaze still tingling across your skin.  The push and pull is as exhilarating as it is irritating, even more so because it leaves you wanting more.  

Until over half of the concert flies by in a flurry of complicated riffs and deafening double bass kicks before you finally spot it – a familiar pair of panties slung over the hi-hat of Gareth’s drumset.  Lust meets shock on a collision course, exploding with such force that it smothers you.  Charges you.  Has you practically vibrating where you stand, the epicenter pulsing so strongly between your legs that it almost hurts.

You want so badly to grab his attention, to have him look your way so you can throw him your sassiest smirk to let him know you know what he’s doing – but he never does.  Gareth purposely avoids your sultry glare, and it stirs something deep inside, something unfamiliar and unlike you.  

Possessive.  

You thought you wanted him before?  It’s nothing compared to this primal desire for him to claim you now.  Let every single person in that venue know those panties are yours, that Gareth told Eddie to strip them from your body, that he shoved his nose in that lined lace soaked with your arousal.  That he inhaled your scent as if he’d just broken through the water’s surface, deep and reverent and starved for you.

All too soon but simultaneously not soon enough, the show ends.  The boys in the band bid the crowd a gracious good night – and the house lights snap back to life.  Blinking against the sudden influx, you pause, searching for any sign of – well, anything.  Nervous fingers wind through the fabric of your pleated black skirt, struck with the finality and uncertainty of the end of the show.  

There’s no plan.  There’s no designated meet-up, no number you can call.  It’s not like you’re gonna take this moment to hop on social media and follow them – and you’re sure as shit not going to ask security if you’re meant to wait here or go backstage.

Uh yeah, so – I’m here for the threesome with the lead singer and the drummer? Y’know, the one that was promised to me on the back of my pass?

Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you wait.  Mercifully, there’s still a crowd to blend into, and it takes several minutes for it to disperse enough that you can back away from the barricade.  Even as they do, you’re met with nothing but the bustle of roadies packing up, ignoring the straggling fans that hang over the chest-high bar.  Security stands idly by, snickering as eager members of the audience lean precariously far, trying to snatch picks from the floor.  

With a nervous glance to the stage, you scan the shadows as if you’ll see them materialize, saunter your way and with a wave of a hand or a crooked grin, bidding you to follow.  

But that doesn’t happen. Seconds tick by, and then minutes – but the wings remain empty.  As the amplifiers are rolled away and the drum kit is disassembled, your heart sinks as you realize – they’re not coming.

It hurts.  It shouldn’t hurt, but damn it, it does.  Your spine deflates, the anticipatory excitement that held your head high fades, casting your eyes to the floor.  Biting your lip to stave off the tears that threaten to well along your lashline, you spare one more glance at the stage before turning away.  

Well, fuck them.  Fuck their stupid smiles and stupid stares and stupid, sexy songs.  Fuck them for lying and leading you on with their heated stares from the stage.  Fuck them for leaving you looking like some desperate groupie.  Fuck him for inviting you in the first place –

“Hey!  Hold on!”

The hand that clasps over your upper arm is gentle, but you startle anyway, turning to face one of the security guards you recognize from being perched in front of your section of the barricade.  His smile is warm, if not a little coy, and you wonder briefly if he’s here to mock you for sticking around so long.

Until he shocks you further as he says your name.

“That’s you, right?”

“Uhm,” you swallow, nodding dumbly.  “Yeah, it is.”

Relief washes over this young man in waves.  “Oh, good.  I have something for you.”  He fishes out a sleek black hotel keycard from his back pocket.  “Here.”

Your lips pop open in surprise.  “Oh.” 

“Weren’t you expecting this?”

Part of you wants to snort, tell the young man no, there’s no fucking manual to navigating a threesome with a couple of rockstars, but he’s looking at you warily, like he’s second-guessing he got the right person.

“No!  I was. I was expecting it,” you assure him with a little white lie, tacking on a genuine smile for good measure.  “I was just, uh – kinda standing around.  A while.  Waiting on this, I guess.”

His mouth twitches.  “Oh, right.  Sorry, I uh, I did see you standing there.  I had strict instructions, though.”

That intrigues you; your nails tap against the plastic as you ask, “Yeah?  And what were those?”

At least the guy has the decency to look a little guilty as he admits, “He told me to make you sweat it a little.”

“What?” That grin plummets from your features about as fast as your stomach to your feet.  “Why?”

The kid shrugs, offering you a sheepish press of his lips.  “I dunno, that’s just what he said.”

“Who said that, exactly?”

“Oh. The drummer.”

A rush of heat floods your system, splashing up your neck and down your spine in a curious blend of irritation and amusement.  Your head bobs, slowly at first as you absorb this little nugget of information. Pocketing your keycard with a click of your tongue, you mumble a thanks to the guard, turning away and muttering a promise to yourself that Corroded Coffin’s asshole drummer is gonna fuckin’ pay for that.

Okay.

You thought you had it good in Chicago; the Park Hyatt’s residential or presidential or whatever suite you had was the most over-the-top gorgeous hotel room you’d ever had the pleasure (ha, literally) of staying in – until right fucking now.

God damn.

It’s a complete one-eighty from the ambiance there.  The room is dark, a color palette splashed with various shades of sage and ebony.  It’s magnificent in a mysterious way, elegant without overstatement.  The double doors open to a grand common room, large enough to accommodate a massive sectional with a chaise lounge and two sleek but cozy-looking chairs.  Floor-to-ceiling windows span the entire back wall, the curtains flanking each corner dark as the horizon that twinkles with the distant city lights.  

In other words, it’s perfect.  

The door to the left boasts an enormous bedroom with an ensuite near the back.  Curiosity grabs hold, has you padding over to the sliding door to reveal the largest walk-in shower you’ve ever seen.  Your skin tingles, alight with the electric possibilities that marble bench at the rear affords, but before you can explore the vast space much further, a telltale click and unlatching at the door grabs your attention.

Heart leaping in your throat, you tear out of the bath, through the bedroom and back towards the entry.  It occurs to you that thundering into the front room will look a little overeager, but as soon as you see them?  The feeling evaporates.

The two figures saunter through the threshold, devastatingly handsome as ever.  They appear as if they’ve showered since the show, Eddie’s curls fall in tamed waves over his shoulders, and Gareth’s in a completely different outfit, though still clad in all black.  Three weeks of waiting, of wanting catches up in a rush of desire; your breathy greeting sits on the tip of your tongue. But before you can say a word, instead of pinning you in a stare chocked full of lust (or hell, pinning you against the wall), Eddie immediately feigns horror with an exaggerated twist of his handsome features.  

“Ohmygod, Gare – there’s a strange woman in our hotel room!”

The curly-topped drummer jolts in dramatic fashion, grabbing at Eddie’s studded leather jacket and squeezing his bicep as he yelps, “What the fuck?  What the fuck?”

Admittedly, it takes a half-second longer than it usually would to switch gears in your brain, jaw swinging open in surprise as Eddie shrieks, “What do we do? What do we do?” Clutching a ringed hand to his chest, he flops to the ground in a dramatic pile of leather and curls. “Such an awful situation –”

“I know, Ed,” Gareth groans to the ceiling, “what a fuckin’ travesty –”

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle a laugh, you can’t help but be charmed by their antics.  “Okay, guys…”

“How could the hotel do this to us?” Eddie wails from the floor, starfishing his extremities in a wild display of petulance you’re very certain he doesn’t feel.

Gareth seizes the opportunity, folding his legs under his stocky frame to fall atop Eddie in a heap. “How could this happen again?” 

“I just wanted to relax!”

“Me too!” It’s a little unfair how hot Gareth sounds as he whines, “I’ve been performing all night!”

“I know you have, baby,” Eddie coos, lifting his fluffy head from the floor to affectionately stroke his long, ringed fingers over Gareth’s cheek, “and you did so good.”

It’s almost intimate, the smile that dances over Gareth’s lips, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks pink at Eddie’s praise. Gareth waggles his eyebrows at his lead guitarist. “I did, didn’t I?”

Eddie pinches the apple of his cheek, pursing his lips as he coos, “Of course you did.”  Eyeing you out of the corner of his dark chocolate eyes, Eddie’s not in the least bit stealthy as he whispers, “Want me to call security on this intruder?”

This time, a giggle escapes, and you stick out your bottom lip in a pout for good measure.  “Hey…”

Gareth’s head lolls on Eddie’s chest towards where you stand.  “Might want to,” he conspires with his bandmate, “she looks like she could be dangerous.”

 “Oooo,” Eddie’s demeanor shifts immediately. “I might like that, actually.”

A snorting laugh pushes through your nose as you cross your arms over your chest. “Are you idiots done?”

“Show me – hey, not an idiot. Was gonna ask you to show me your keycard, gorgeous.” Eddie bats his beautiful lashes. “Prove to me this is your room.”

Heart squeezing fondly at the doe-eyed man on the floor, you grin as your tone drops to a sensual hum.  “Funny, I was under the impression this was our room.”

“Yeah, I’m done.” Gareth scrambles to his feet, pulling Eddie up with him.  Hungry baby blue eyes rove over your frame. “Fun as it is to fuck with you, honey… I’d rather just fuck you.”

You choke on your inhale, exhilarated at how direct he is. “Getting right to it, huh?”

Gareth crowds your space, tonguing the delicate silver hoop in his lower lip. “Waited so long for this, not gonna wait a second longer.”

It’s now or never, your chance for payback dangles delicately in front of you like a gift.  

And you snatch it right out of the air. 

As he advances, your hand stops his progress, palming his broad chest. It’s a concerted effort to consciously stop yourself from whimpering out at how you finally feel him, firm and hot beneath your fingers.  

Or reacting to the cocky lift of his brow as he halts at your touch.

Mustering every ounce of confidence, you match his smug demeanor. “Oh, I think you will.”

Gareth’s not deterred. “What was that?” he asks, stalking through that hold over the taut planes of his chest, reversing your steps until you’re backed against the wall.  He tilts his head and baits you. “You think I will what, honey?” 

You know what you want to do, it’s right there, at the tips of your fingers.  You know what to say, it’s right there, on the tip of your tongue.  When it was Eddie goading you that first night in Chicago, your retorts came easily.  Slipped right off your lips, whereas now you feel like you’re slipping somewhere else entirely.  Gareth looks as if he senses it, dipping his head to brush his lips against yours.

“Wanna say that again?” He poses the question so tenderly you’re almost compelled to obey. Tracing his thumb over the plush tissue of your bottom lip, he drags it down through the middle before gripping tightly to your chin. “Hmm?”

“I –”

The whole world feels as if it could fall away until all that’s left is him. His broad shoulders, his tight black tee, the fresh smell of soap and intense crystalline eyes. Your answer is a tiny shake of your head, because fuck, – your mind’s gone completely blank.

“That’s what I thought.”

Plush lips connect with yours in a whirlwind of desire. It’s his taste that hits you first, a blend of spice and wintergreen and maybe a hint of smoke – deliciously different from Eddie’s and intoxicating in the best way. Tongues tangle as you dive in headfirst, whimpering as his hands roam freely, grappling and groping every inch of skin like he’s intent to memorize each dip and curve.  

It should be maddening how you just let him, how he’s nearly snuffed out that ember of spunk you felt so strongly just because you finally got a taste. His arrogance both irks you and turns you on, the battle raging as you furiously mold your mouth to his. He leads you, tethered on a string, mimicking every purse and pucker as if he’s designed it just for you. Kissing you positively breathless, he tangles you up in overwhelming sensations of tongues and lips and hands. 

Gareth’s everywhere, and yet it’s still not enough.  

Fisting his shirt, you yank him closer, angling your lips over his mouth to better melt into his touch, the very one you’ve craved each and every night since that first. Gareth must sense your desperation, the low rumbling chuckle that vibrates beneath his ribs is full-on saturated with ego.

And it rips you from the ether, plummeting your wits back to earth.

“No,” you mutter into his lips, tearing yourself away before you again lose yourself in a daze. “No. You were fine with making me wait –” you gasp as Gareth distracts you with a blazing path of warmth to your cheek, up your jaw to nip and suck at the tender flesh behind your ear. “Seems o-only fair I turn it around on you.” 

The scoff that bursts over his kiss-slick lips is so haughty it sends a wanton thrill up your spine. “And how’s that goin’ for ya, honey?”  

It would be going better if you weren’t so entranced by his stupidly sexy mouth – or the fact that Eddie has now joined him, maneuvering next to Gareth and pinning your heavy-lidded stare with one of his own.

“Aw, Gare,” Eddie’s teasing is smooth and a little pouty as he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, “you made our girl wait?”

“Couldn’t resist,” Gareth mumbles into your skin, drawing a sensual path along the underside of your jaw with his tongue.

“Asshole,” you keen when Gareth latches his plush lips to your neck and sucks hard.  Eddie presses his body behind you, hands roving up your torso to cup your breasts and causing you to stammer, “Made me wonder if this was e-even happe – ohh –”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Gareth’s promise fans over your ear.  He winds a hand through your locks and tugs your face to his, your mouth slack and panting as Eddie’s deft fingers pluck and twist at your clothed nipples before ridding you of your cropped tee.  Gareth waits until he’s pulled the soft cotton over your head before he leans in and admits, “Wanted to make you work for it a bit is all.”

“What if I want…” you trail off, breath hitching as Eddie’s nimble fingers unclasp your bra and slide the straps down your shoulders. The plush of your bottom lip indents as you stifle another moan, the electric sensation of skin on skin nearly too much as his hands return to cup your curves. You attempt to gather your wandering thoughts, albeit weakly. “I wanted – ah, want –”

“Use your words, honey.”

The indifference you attempt to feign swings your voice up an octave, melting into a blissed-out sigh when Eddie’s thumbs caress the hardened buds with uncharacteristic tenderness.  You swallow down a whimper, forcing yourself to focus for a moment before you completely drown in the sensuality of their touch.  

“What if I wanted to make you work for it?”

You feel Eddie’s snicker before you hear it, and Gareth disengages his busy mouth from your skin to cup your cheeks. “You think you want that?”

The intensity in which he asks has your brain stuttering.  “Mhhm, I –”

Gareth’s silver hoop curled around his lip glints, drawing your attention there as he flashes you a crooked grin. Swiping his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks, he asks, “You wanna make me work for it?”

Finding it in you to force a coy smile of your own, it immediately falters as Eddie’s hands begin their descent, over your bare stomach to land on your thighs. Long fingers drag under the hem of your skirt, toying with the fabric, teasing their sinful intentions.

Your reply is a little shakier than you’d like. “I might.”

“You don’t want me to take care of you?” He nods to the doorway behind Eddie. “Lay you down on that bed in there and make you feel so good?”

Chest heaving as Eddie’s dexterous fingers trail higher, you consider. Though the offer is tempting, that leaves you powerless. He’ll have you so elevated in your pleasure that the fight for the upper hand will be lost as you succumb to your desires. But…

There’s a middle ground, one that you’re thrilled to take. “What if I wanna take care of you first?”

Gareth quirks a brow. “Oh?”

He genuinely looks intrigued, uncertain exactly of what you mean until you sink to your knees. “Yeah,” you hold his gaze, hand trailing down his torso and tangling with his black leather belt.  Darting your heavy-lidded stare back over your shoulder to Eddie, you reach out and crook a finger under the hem of his jeans and tug him closer. The lust that rolls off of the taller man in waves prods that defiant little part of you, and inspiration hits.

You know exactly how you want this to go.

Cupping the straining masses beneath tented denim, you purr, “I wanna taste you both.” Peering at Gareth through your lashes, you appeal to him first in a way that you’re sure will make him crumble. “Please?”

Oh, the effect your begging has on the man – he pushes a grunt through his nose as his cock twitches beneath your palm. Gareth’s nostrils flare as he watches you slide the belt from its buckle, your fingers facilitating as much contact as possible as that zipper glides south. There’s a shuffle of denim over cotton and then down two powerful thighs before you’re met with the impressive evidence of your effect on him.  

Your eyelids sink to half-mast. Casting the man one more glance before they slip closed, the heat of your mouth captures the head of his cock, tongue swirling and tasting what’s seeped through the fabric.

“Shit,” Gareth mutters on the inhale of a sharp breath — and then the warmth of your tongue is gone as quick as it’d come.  

A tease. A taste. A prolonged drag of his boxers down his legs. Just enough, just to keep him like this – eager and at your mercy. The corner of your mouth lifts before you move to his friend, undressing Eddie with a little more impatience.  Fingers fumble over straining fabric, swiftly dragging his boxer-briefs down with his jeans.  Eddie huffs as his erection springs free, stifling a moan when your hand instinctively reaches for him, wrapping around his ample length and stroking once. Twice. A brief glance to endless brown before you lock in on baby blue; your mouth opens wide to capture Eddie’s thick cockhead between your lips.

The dark-haired man hisses at the unexpected contact, breathing out an incredulous scoff when your tongue circles his crown. You want so badly to look at him, feel that familiar swell of pride under your ribs as you slowly take him apart, but the way Gareth’s glowering from where he stands above you is what you crave. 

You don’t break his stare as you hollow your cheeks, drawing a deep groan straight from Eddie’s toes. Electricity crackles under your skin, emboldening the way your hand finds Eddie’s, directing his broad palm to the back of your head while your mouth stays full of him. He must know exactly what you want – his fingers flex, a subtle check before you move to accept more of his length with the gentle press of his hand.  

“Fuck, yes –” Eddie’s slender digits tighten in your hair, spurring on a spark of tenacity you weren’t sure you’d be capable of. Hollowing your cheeks once again, you nearly pop off his length before sinking to the base, working to bury your nose in his dense patch of curls. One more messy pass, all tongue and lips and saliva brings you closer.  Another decadent hollow of your cheeks and a firm press of a palm to your scalp has you succeeding.

Eddie barks an ahh as your throat spasms around his cock, holding his hand at the back of your head to keep you in place until tears prick the corners of your eyes. You hum as Gareth’s mouth parts in shock, finally tearing free of his gaze and allowing yourself a spark of pride as you take in Eddie’s fucked-out expression.

“Woah, sweetheart,” the guitarist grits as you gag again, coughing once before relenting off his length in favor of air.

“Want you to,” you rasp, licking his slit for emphasis. Gliding your hand down his thick shaft, your tongue traces solid velvet skin in its wake, owl eyes shining with proof of your efforts.  

Eddie huffs a husky groan as you loll out your tongue, guiding him to rest the weight of his cock there before releasing him, bringing your hands to his thighs. A subtle squeeze to his slender legs is your invitation to move, to test your limits – 

To fuck your throat while his best friend watches.

“Y’wanna choke on it, sweet thing?” Eddie rasps with a measured thrust into the wet heat of your mouth. Matching his movement with a bob of your head, you engulf his entire cock, gagging as his tip nudges farther than expected.   

“Shit,” Gareth grunts, wrapping a hand around his length, tone drenched in awe. “Look at you.”

You hum, a little more pleased with Gareth’s praise than you’d care to admit. Relaxing your throat proves difficult around the ample girth of Eddie’s cockhead, easing further and further past your soft palate with every cant of his hips.

The sounds pouring from the corners of your mouth are wet, filthy – and Eddie doesn’t relent. It spurs him on; his lustful gaze is drenched in awe with how well you take his steady rhythm. 

“She’s lettin’ me fuck her throat, Gare,” Eddie husks, fingers tightening their hold in your hair. “Ah, fucking Christ –”

“I see that,” Gareth’s tone rolls like thunder, snapping your attention back to him. He pushes a disbelieving huff through his nose. “You look so good with your mouth stuffed full,” Gareth wrenches Eddie's grip from the back of your head, “but it’s my turn now.”

Then it’s Gareth’s fingers winding through your tresses, cinching strands so hard that you pop off from Eddie’s cock with a gasp. Fire flashes in your eyes as hot as the defiance that rolls through your veins. He doesn’t get to call the shots like this, not when you’ve only just begun. 

And so you tease. Kitten licks to the underside of his head, light swirls of your tongue that trace intricate, bulging vessels down his length. Subtle suction to sensitive skin, just enough to elicit strangled grunts and sighs past lips pressed tight.  He sounds almost desperate, rattled by how you drag out every reverent run of your tongue along his anatomy, how your hand glides smoothly over Eddie’s length in time with how you work his. It really seems as if he could crumble, and it would be you and what you’re doing to him that brings this devil of a man to his knees.

The mere thought of that is intoxicating, pooling more of your sultry need at your core.

“Oh, that’s it –” a gritty bit of praise melts into a low groan when you finally relax your jaw and draw his thickset head into the warmth of your mouth.  Gareth makes the mistake of unwinding his fingers from your hair to run through his curls instead as you push past his crown. His tone is strained as he asks, “Think you can take more?”

An amused sort of hum trills at the back of your throat. Peeking at him through your lashes, you draw out your ascent off his cock as long as you can before you tip him a smirk. “I know I can.” 

What you neglect to infer is that you can, you would – if you weren’t feeling so much like revenge.  

Gareth answers with his own dark-honeyed hum.  “Let’s see it then, honey.”

The corner of your mouth lifts in a lurid grin.  “Okay.”

Without sparing Gareth a second glance – lest you lose your nerve – your affections are cast directly at Eddie with a toe-curling swipe of your tongue along the underside of his cock before you gently mouth and suck on his balls.

“Ohfuckingshit –” one of Eddie’s hands grapples at his best friend’s shoulder while the other reactively finds its home in your hair. “Goddamn, I – hah – that’s it –”

Licking down his center seam, you moan contentedly as his impressive length rests along your cheek. Your tongue wanders, playing with the smooth expanse of skin beyond his sac, reveling it how it makes the man shiver. Dragging the flat of your tongue north, you roll it around softly furrowed tissue until you have one side of him entirely cradled in the warmth of your mouth.  

Eddie’s head tips back in ecstasy, his cock pulsing in response to your ministrations. In your periphery, Gareth clenches his jaw, wound so tightly it looks as if he might rip you away from working Eddie to completion. Releasing Eddie’s sac from your mouth, you use what saliva you have pooled under your tongue to spit in your hand and wrap it firmly around Gareth’s cock.  

It’s the ultimate revenge – make him wait, make him be patient – use your languid strokes up and down his shaft as an incentive for the pleasure he thinks is coming to him.

When in reality?

You’ve sidelined his snarky ass while your sinful mouth makes his best friend come.  

To your utter surprise, it doesn’t take much longer – Eddie’s balls draw up tight against his body, his chest heaving with his impending release. Your mouth moves swiftly from below to swallow nearly his whole length with a deft bob of your head.

“Yes sweetheart,” Eddie hisses as you gag, “fuck yeah, Christ – choke on it –” 

He picks up thrusts as you splutter over his girth, eyes watering, tears streaming in a deluge down your face. He’s nearly gone, grabbing you with both hands to work you up and down his cock in tandem with the movement of his hips. Your vision blurs behind the brine in your eyes, blotting out that dark-haired Adonis as he fucks your mouth with fervor.  

“That’s it, you’re s’fucking good – I’m gonna –”

Eddie’s cadence falters as Gareth sinks his fingers into the meat of his shoulder, wrenching the taller man back and pulling his cock free from the depths of your mouth with a wet pop.  

“No,” Gareth grits, the possessive undertone in his command sends a shiver down your spine despite the emptiness that leaves you reeling. “Ed, stop.  Don’t you fuckin’ come.” Ice blue eyes laser in on yours, and though his stare bores right through you, he directs his command to Eddie. “I’m the only one that gets to come inside her tonight.”

“Fuck,” Eddie’s cock bobs heavily under your spit-slick lips, he grips it at the base a little too tightly to halt his climax. “You asshole –”

Gareth snickers, rolling his baby blue eyes as Eddie hunches to catch his breath. Part of you is annoyed at the turn of events… but a much larger part is really, really enjoying this domineering side of Gareth. Especially as he leans over and gives his head a condescending tilt to the side, hovering above your kneeling frame. 

“Think you’re bein’ cute?” He shoves his hand under your chin when you deny him an answer. “Spit, honey.” 

You obey him as if a switch has been flipped, as if that egotistical way he taunted you siphoned off all of your nerve. Saliva floods your mouth, and you’re quick to let it spill over swollen lips to pool in his palm. Gareth’s lips twist into a knowing smirk, yanking Eddie close to wrap his spit-slicked hand around Eddie’s shaft. Your lids flare as Gareth’s familiar touch reduces Eddie to a whimpering mess. Broken moans rain from Eddie’s lips, nearly drowned out by Gareth’s wet and sloppy strokes over his cock that’s flushed a desperate shade of dusky red.

“Push those tits up for us,” Gareth commands as he runs his thumb under Eddie’s crown, “now.” 

Anticipation ratchets up your heart rate, has you scrambling to mold your curves into your hands to mound in the center of your chest.  

Gareth groans approvingly. “Yes, good girl. See, Ed?  Look how good she is for us.” His hand works at Eddie’s tip, fast and dirty. “Y’wanna come all over those pretty tits?”

Eddie belts out a reedy uh huh, tightening his hand in your hair more as a grounding measure than to keep you in place. The sting of straining strands against your scalp is divine, almost as erotic as the gravel in Eddie’s tone, as the slick sound of Gareth’s fist as he expertly works him to climax.

“F-fuuck,” Eddie pants, “keep goin’...”

With a deft twist at his head, Eddie comes with a moan, his middle curling on himself with the force of his orgasm. It makes you want to moan with him, consumed with how beautiful looks as he paints your chest with rope after hot rope of his release.  Eddie sinks his fingers in Gareth’s shoulder as the drummer wrings every last drop of his best friend’s spend onto your tits.  

“There y’go, Ed,” Gareth grits over Eddie’s elongated sighs pitched high with pleasure. “Mark our girl up.”

Where Eddie’s all parted lips and a heaving inked chest, Gareth’s a darkened force of intensity and brazen desire. His crystalline stare is painted with primal need, raking over your half-naked body as you kneel claimed before them. It doesn’t matter how your legs tire, or how the skin over your knees is roughened from their time spent against the plush carpeting. You’d stay knelt like this for hours if it meant he’d keep looking at you like that.

With a forceful huff of air through his nose, Gareth’s fingers unwind from Eddie’s spent dick, guiding the hand still dirty with thick patches of white to wrap firmly around the base of your throat.  

A startled gasp gets caught behind those thick fingers as Gareth leads you from your knees to rise on wobbly legs. You’ve barely caught your footing before he shocks you again, dipping his dense mop of curls to lick a long, thick stripe from the center of your chest to the underside of your breast, capturing as much of Eddie’s spend in one swipe before his lips latch over your nipple. The ahhh! you belt is chocked full of bliss as pleasure zings over superheated skin, prickling with need as he nips and licks and sucks along skin still dotted with cooling ropes of spend.  

You wish you could see it – could watch him worship you as Eddie does. Ed’s lanky frame is backed against the wall where heavy-lidded espresso eyes follow every sultry swipe of Gareth’s tongue as it travels up your neck. You whimper at the clashing sensations, the sheer need for both of them that centers hot and heavy at your core, pulsing your want through muscles wound tight with the desire to spasm and shatter.  

Gareth must sense it.  He pops off the taut cord of your neck, forcefully tugging you close by the hold he has around your throat and slamming his mouth against yours. Eddie’s taste mingles with Gareth’s on his tongue, practically buckling your body at your knees.  

“You’re lucky that was so hot,” he practically growls, his hold on your neck the only force keeping you upright. “I should bend you over my knee and punish you for that little stunt, you fuckin’ tease.”

His obvious ire that’s drenched in lust emboldens you. “Not a tease.”

Gareth succumbs to it immediately. “Oh, no?”

You punctuate your moxie with sardonic emphasis on his name and a coy little smirk. “Just makin’ you sweat it out, Gareth.”

He matches it with a grin that is downright villainous, tightening his grip experimentally over the tender flesh of your throat. It’s not enough to cut off your air, not when he squeezes along the side of your neck, compressing those bounding blood vessels just enough to slow the ascent of blood to your brain. There’s plenty left to give, but that small dose of airy euphoria creeps in, heightening your senses and driving your hunger for him sky-high.

Answering with a sure smile and a confident lift of your lips is all he needs to know that you’re into this – you’re loving how he’s constantly reminding you who has the dominant upper hand – and even more?  

Loving how it makes you feel. Loving how he makes you feel like you can let him, that though he seems tough and callous and so fucking arrogant and controlling –

You feel more in control with him than you ever have.  

He kisses you sweetly, a wild juxtaposition to his display of intensity. You’re a dizzying combination of exhilarated and turned-on as he leads you through the door, backing your half-naked body across the bedroom before tossing you onto the overstuffed mattress.  

Crawling up your body, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “This okay?”

“Yes.” Your answer is so automatic, he raises a dubious brow, as if he needs you to say it once more.  

So, you do. “It really is, Gareth.”

“Unbelievable.”  

Lips connect, a little rougher this time, barely giving you time to revel in his affections before he’s sliding down your body to yank your pleated skirt over your thighs. White teeth flash in a flourish of swagger when he spies your lace panties, the style a little more thought-out this time around.  

Gareth’s pupils engulf all that’s left of baby blue as he peels the soaked fabric from your weeping center.   

“Keepin’ these,” he rasps, shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“To go with the ones on stage?” you press through a Cheshire grin. “I noticed.” 

“Oh, I saw you the moment it clicked.” His retort has your stomach swooping, moreso as he tosses a look over his shoulder at the man in the doorway with fire in his whiskey-brown eyes. “Ed, y’wanna get yourself comfortable?”

“Gladly.” Eddie snatches the armchair from the corner of the room and drags it to the foot of the bed. A sensual hum rumbles behind his ribs as he sits, legs spread and running a light touch along his cock that’s slowly begun to fill out. 

That hum melts into a groan as Gareth palms your knees and spreads your legs. “Fuck,” Eddie grits, gripping his length that hardens along his thigh, “such a pretty pussy. Kiss her for me, Gare.”

“I plan to do more than that,” he murmurs, tracing the soft lines of your sex with tenderness.  

It’s maddening, especially when all you want is firm pressure over your bundle of nerves that crackles with anticipation. Before you have the chance to ask just exactly what he has in mind, Gareth’s wolfish grin disappears from sight. Plush lips tickle the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, eliciting a sigh that sings of relief to the ache settled at your core. He’s so close; his mouth puckers and presses, fingers caressing and digging and holding tight while his tongue trails an agonizingly languid path up, up, up –

Twin moans belt in harmonious ecstacy at that first taste, that first warm swipe of contact. It’s intimate in the sweetest way, how he takes his time – drawing lazy circles at your entrance that positively quivers with your need. It reminds you of your first kiss with Eddie – what you expected is not at all what you got and it thrilled you, wrapped you up and filled you with the most divine sense of reverence.

You felt cherished, just as you do now. Gareth savors every last inch of you; the pads of his calloused fingers digging into your curves to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth so he can reach deeper, like the farthest reaches of your cunt hold a flavor more honeyed than what he gathers on his tongue.  

Never in your life have you ever had this sort of experience with oral sex – Gareth eats your pussy with an otherworldly patience, unrushed and uninhibited, basking in your taste that he assures you is the best he’s ever had.  

Normally, you’d call bullshit, but the sounds the man makes as he fucks you on his tongue are so erotic, so adoring that you can’t feel anything else but cherished. Sweet. His favorite flavor,  revered in a way that makes you believe he wants to be there, wants to take you apart layer by layer, until you’re boneless. Until all that’s left of you is a puddle of your arousal smeared across his annoyingly beautiful face. 

And you’re well on your way.

Awareness happens gradually; it’s so easy to convince yourself it was an accident when you’re so high on the sensations, so far gone as you ride Gareth’s tongue. But soon, you start to notice an intentional avoidance of where you want him – where your whole body seems to have concentrated your need just centimeters above where his mouth works you over. Assuring your horny brain is easy at first; you initially revel in the lack of contact, allowing your body to build upon its pleasure, climbing higher and higher to that breaking point.  The precipice of your release is just within reach, he gives you just enough to pull that high-tensile wire tight. A bump of his nose that nearly grazes your clit, a deft swirl of the tip of his agile tongue from your hole and up your seam, tracing the inner anatomy of your pussy before diving back inside you once again.

So close. So close. But never close enough. Never offering direct stimulation to where you ache for his touch the most.

When it happens for the fourth or fifth time, a frustrated grunt bubbles over your lips while your hands fist at his sandy strands. It’s involuntary, and for a moment you tense, thinking that you’ve earned yourself a little Gareth-flavored punishment – 

Until you hear him snicker against your skin.

Your breath catches, and an abrupt realization washes over you like a wave.

This fucker is edging you. On purpose. 

One thing’s for certain – if you let on that you’ve figured him out, he’ll make it worse. He’ll drag this out more than he already has. You’re on the verge of exploding, legs trembling from the strain of your unaccomplished release, and it doesn't take but a moment to decide you’re not above begging him.

At all.

That airy, featherlight desperation is back, swirling over parted lips like a dream as you plead, “Gare - ah, Gareth – ohhhplease, please –”

The man between your legs hears you, you’re sure he does – but he doesn’t stop. Gareth’s tongue plunges as deep as he can go, escalating the potential for your pleasure but never pushing past that plateau. Your fingers cinch around sandy curls, trying once again to draw his mouth north to provide some sort of attention to your clit that pulses with every needy beat of your heart.

A gruff taunt from Eddie barely reaches your ears over tortuous, hitching sighs. “Ohhhplease what, princess?”

Back arching off the bed, you bawl, “Ha – have him – need him to –” 

“I know what you need.” The gravel in the lead singer’s tone wrenches your gaze to his and the slow pump of his fist over his cock. Eddie’s jaw works as his stare oscillates to your face and where his friend’s is buried in your cunt. “Now tell him.”

Gareth grunts as he finally comes up for air. “Oh, I know what she needs.”

You can feel the coil of your orgasm unravel. The tension wound so tightly in your belly liquifies to nothing while these two eye-fuck each other – and you lie helpless with your skin on fire. Your ire crescendos, has you caught somewhere between snapping and begging,

“Well then do it, please!”

There’s a latent undercurrent of danger as Gareth rises to his forearms. The way he narrows his eyes steals the air from your lungs and has you swallowing down any lingering sass, as if it could cover your mistake.

His tone rolls like thunder. “If you’re gonna tell me what to do, you need to say it.” When your lips pop open in wordless shock, he commands you again.  “Say it.”

“I –” you want to hate how whiny your voice sounds, but for some reason, it fits. It has you announcing your needs, exactly as you were told. “I want your mouth on my clit.”

Gareth’s smile stretches so wide, it pops the dimples in his full cheeks. “Aw, you do? What if I’m not ready?” He drops back to the bed, shoving his hands under your thighs to tug you back to his mouth. “What if I want to keep doing this?” 

An agile dart of his tongue through your folds is divine. He dips and circles your entrance, teasing his longest finger at your hole, giving you a heavenly sample of his talents, but not nearly enough.  

“Or what if I wanna do this?” That thick digit elicits a broken moan from your mouth as he slides it deep inside, massaging that place that you can hardly reach yourself.

Reedy whimpers and whines bubble over slackened lips, your pelvis chasing every thrust of his hand. You’d be more mad for him holding you in limbo like this if his finger – his one goddamn finger – didn’t feel as if he could finish you off within seconds.

You’re not that lucky. Gareth’s wicked in the worst way – though bottoming out to his third knuckle has you seeing stars, you need more. There’s something you could do about it, an intentional southward migration of your hand that would undoubtedly rocket you to completion. You’re about to do it – ready to defy this monster between your legs when Eddie snaps your attention to the present with the most sinful of admissions.

“Gareth’s got a long list of things he wants to do to you, sweetheart.”

Your hips keep their rhythm with Gareth’s hand as you turn to the man in the chair. “A what?”

He barrels on like he knows you’ve heard him. “We both do. So many things we wanna do to you.” 

Gareth hovers over your form, keeping his cadence as he dips low to murmur in your ear. “We talked about it. Talked about you. Nights on the bus are a little less lonely that way, aren’t they, Ed?”  

Eddie’s hand picks up over his length. “Turned us on talkin’ about you.”  

Your whole body heats at their confessions, moreso as Gareth curls his finger along your front wall as he whispers into the dewy skin of your neck, “Fuck yeah it did. Every time.”

Eyelids fluttering in tandem with your rising pleasure, you force out what you’re dying to know. “How – hmmhh – how much?”

“How much did it turn us on?” Eddie grins. “G, how many times did I make you come just from describing how her pussy tastes?”

Gareth scoffs as he trails open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “I don’t even know, man.”

“He’s so easy, sweetheart,” Eddie’s tone shudders over the wet sounds of his fist, “comes apart so fast any time I mention your name.”

“R-really?” you moan out, one hand fisting the sheets as the other grabs at the sinew of Gareth’s low back.

“Oh yeah.” Eddie’s confirmation is all sandpaper and sex. “He’s so pretty when he comes, all spread out on his bed, pretending my hand is yours.”

“Oh fuck –!” Visions of Gareth writhing at Eddie’s touch explode behind your lids, your head tipping back in ecstasy as you moan, “Wh – oh, fuck –”

As if your prayers have been answered, Gareth’s mouth travels down the length of your torso, your belly – over your mound to glide that sinful tongue between your lips.  You’re a babbling mess once the heat of his mouth breeches your folds, crying out to the ceiling in bliss. He presses a firm hand low on your body as your back curves in a decadent arch, reacting to the burst of pleasure when Gareth’s tongue finally makes contact with your clit. He circles it once, twice before sliding a second finger to the hilt and applying the softest bit of suction – nearly sending you into orbit.

It’s teasing, it’s so infuriatingly light, but it’s there – and it’s so fucking good.

Eddie’s chuckle vibrates along your spine. “Oh Gare, I think she’s thinkin’ about it. You’re thinkin’ about it, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Of fucking course you are – you can hardly think of anything else but the pleasure pulsing between your legs and those thick, calloused fingers of Eddie’s wrapped around Gareth’s cock. Now that you’ve seen it one way, you can’t help but imagine it the other – Eddie’s tight fist slipping over Gareth’s thick cock, nimble digits thumbing that delectable ridge at the underside of his head before sliding back down. Gripping tighter still, faster and faster until Gareth cries out – 

“Shit,” your breathy gasp announces your impending release as your pleasure climbs higher, “ohhh, yes – please –”

And then it’s gone. The delicious intrusion of his thick fingers, the sweet suction of his mouth on your clit, the rising pressure building low in your belly – it’s all gone.  

“Fuck – no!” you cry out, high and reedy with frustration, “Gareth, please, I was so close –”

He grunts into your pussy; you can feel him smile against your skin. “I know.”  

Your vision swims as you prop yourself up on your arms to appeal to the sandy-haired menace between your legs. “I thought you were gonna make me come so many times I lose count!”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, flashing you a devilish grin that’s all teeth and swagger, “that’s what Eddie said he was gonna do to you, remember?” Your lids flare wide as he crawls up your body, pressing his weight into you while he kisses you deeply. Your taste on his tongue makes you outright moan. “I never said that,” he murmurs against your lips, pinning you in a blown-out stare so full of desire it makes your heart leap into your throat. 

It’s like he knows what kind of spell he’s put you under. Dropping his tone, he promises, “I’m gonna show you what it means to take my time. I’m gonna take my sweet, sweet time worshiping this pussy, taking you apart –” he dips his head and latches those plush lips over the angle of your jaw, “– with my mouth,” he moves to the other side, planting a similar kiss to your heated skin, “with my fingers,” his hot breath fans near your ear, “with my cock,” he rises up on his forearms and locks in your gaze, “and with that vibrator I’d bet money is in that front pocket of your bag.” That lip ring glints in the dim lighting of the room as he grins wickedly, registering the way your blown out stare flares with the truth.  “It is, isn’t it?  Oh, atta girl.”

His hands envelop your face when he presses his forehead to yours before whispering the epitome of his sinful promises. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

A reactive gasp bursts over your mouth that hangs open, assuring both you and the man that hovers above that he’s well on his way.

“Please,” you whine, appealing to his softer side you’re not quite exists in favor of satisfying that delicious ache between your legs, “I just wanna come, Gareth – you got me so close –”

That supple bottom lip juts out, playing up the pity you know he doesn’t feel. “Oh I know, sweet girl.  I know.” Gareth shifts, sliding a long finger back inside your aching pussy to languidly pump it in and out. The intrusion is heavenly but yet not enough, and you clench tightly, greedily as you belt an elongated ohhh to the ceiling. “You’re not coming until I say, yeah?”

“Gareth –”

“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you whine. Doesn’t she, Ed?”

“She’s so fuckin’ pretty, G.” Eddie grunts as his calloused palm twists over the thick flare of his cockhead. “She’s being so good for you, too.”

He tsks, a pitying sound. “I don’t know about that. Good girls don’t whine as much as she does, do they? They take what they’re given, yeah?”

An agreeable hum rolls in the back of Eddie’s throat. “And what are you gonna give her?”

“So fuckin’ much.” He crooks his finger, harder this time, dragging the pad over that internal bundle of nerves, prompting a high-pitched keen to the ceiling. “Christ, listen to her.  I think I could make her come just by doing this.” 

Adding another, the corner of Gareth’s mouth lifts in a crooked grin the moment he realizes he’s right. It’s infuriating how quickly he finds that spot against your front wall, curling and gliding them in a sinful rhythm that mounts your pleasure faster than you ever could on your own.  

Higher and higher you climb, thrust onward by the pressure that rises closer to completion – when he slows. The ascension halts, the summit slips away as Gareth slows his ministrations once again.

A sigh huffs from swollen lips in a breathless protest. “Fuck,” the ebbing pleasure almost burns, has you sobbing out, “no, no –”

Withdrawing his fingers from your core, he runs them along your outer lips in a tortuous v-shape, purposefully avoiding your aching clit. All parts of you quiver at his touch while you writhe, grip the sheets, roll your hips, anything to facilitate contact with the villain that holds your orgasm hostage. 

He plants the softest kiss to the top of your thigh, humming contentedly to himself as your hips buck in response. “Oh, I love how easy you are to work up.”

“Careful, Gare,” Eddie warns as you huff out a groan, “you’re playin’ with fire.”

You really don’t think he cares. Gareth swipes his slick fingers over your pussy once more before removing them altogether. There’s no opportunity to whine at the loss, not when he’s dragging them in a blazing path up your belly, your chest, your jawline, your cheek. 

His middle finger catches on your lower lip, tracing the underside back and forth, leaving a cool, wet streak of your arousal in its wake.

He pauses, flicking a lust-drenched gaze up and down your body. “I like it when she runs hot.” And then Gareth’s pushing his fingers past the barrier of your lips, muffling your yelp of surprise as the heady taste of you overwhelms your senses. His grin is approving as you moan around the intrusion. “I like it when she behaves. When she begs. When she’s stuffed so full she can’t talk back.”

“Mmm –” a cocksure chuckle drips from Eddie’s canines. “I can help with that.”

That grin vanishes as Gareth snaps a warning. “Stay right fuckin’ there, Munson. She’s mine and mine only tonight.”

There’s something about his tone that has your body ascending, floating in a realm unknown. It’s unreal how hot it makes you to have Gareth talk about you as if you’re not even there. Part of you wants to protest, to demand the attention and respect that you deserve and have him speak directly to you – 

But this other, uncharted part of you wants to dive in headfirst. This version of you wants to suck on his fingers, draw them deep in the back of your throat and show him how much of him you can take. There’s no shame in your need, how you crave that hard and hot contact from his body that your cunt is weeping for. Even as his middlemost fingers slip and slide over your tongue, you want more. You want to cry out to him, beg him to fuck you, to roll on a condom and fucking slam his thick cock home to the deepest parts of you. You want him to – 

“Y’ever have an orgasm so hard you squirt?”

Blinking away the haze as his fingers retreat, he grants you the opportunity to ask a breathless, “What?” 

“You heard me.”

Stomach swooping under his gaze, you choke out an incredulous, “I – I can’t do that.”

Gareth chuffs, amused. “Sure you can.”

“I’ve tried,” you whisper sheepishly to the fractional distance between his plush parted lips.  Dropping your voice even lower, you admit, “I – I can’t do it by myself.”

The brazen facade cracks when he tastes the sincerity on your tongue. His lips purse lightly against yours, hesitant and careful. Pulling back, his features are alight, luminous with promise.

“Lucky you have me, then.”

You search his features for any indication he’s not as serious as he sounds. Finding none, you argue your point that you know all too well to be true. “Gareth, I – it takes too long, I think.”

That confession pulls a salacious grin over Gareth’s lips.  M“Wanna know what I think?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. “I think you think too much. I think what you need is for me to make you so mindless, so fucked out on my cock that you don’t think –” Gareth’s nose traces the delicate lines of yours before he nips at your bottom lip. “– so when I finally let you come, you make a fuckin’ mess of me.”

A reactive gasp is wrenched from your lungs. He’s stolen your words, your air, your grip on reality – upending every last expectation you had of how this night was going to go.

“C’mon, honey,” he murmurs, patting your hip to guide you up the bed.  

As you obey, he tosses you a wink before disappearing through the door. Eddie materializes at your side, stacking two pillows and wordlessly instructing you to lift your hips. It’s a little awkward, being elevated like this – and before you have a chance to voice it, Eddie reads your mind.

“Trust us on this one, sweetheart.  You want them up this high.”

It’s as if you’ve lost the ability to swallow. “Yeah?”

Endless brown eyes soften, the calloused pads of his fingers graze your cheek as he leans in close. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

Warmth spreads from your toes to the ends of your hair as Eddie’s lips melt with yours, shifting to press along the lines of your body. He’s so hot; the scalding skin to skin contact sends your heart rate through the roof, especially as his erection juts flush into the ample curve at your hip. It’s automatic how you reach for him, lithe fingers wrapping around his cock to move in lazy strokes.  Eddie puffs a blissed-out moan into your mouth, his own fingers wandering in teasing circles over skin that tingles in anticipation.

“Jus’ like that, princess, fuck –”

“Yeah?” You could get high off of how responsive he is. “‘S’that good?” 

He answers with a roll of his hips into your fist, grunting softly as your hand twists over his crown.  Just as Eddie’s tongue dips into your mouth to tangle with yours, the mattress jostles, announcing Gareth’s return.

“Y’keepin’ my girl busy, Ed?”

The dark-haired man smiles against your lips. “Our girl, you mean.”

“I said what I said,” Gareth singsongs, running a hand up your leg before encircling your wrist busy with pleasuring Eddie’s impressive length. “Hands off, honey.  Not until I say.”

Keeping your grip, you huff petulantly against Eddie’s mouth. “But he’s right here,” you whine, heavy lids fluttering open to appeal to the man situated between your thighs. “And I want to touch him.”

He peels your fingers away, one by one, and laces them through his. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you.” A firm pulse of his grasp, and then in one fluid motion, Gareth wrenches that hand over your head. “Maybe I’ll let you touch his cock. Maybe I’ll let him fuck your throat.”  

A familiar, muted click punctuates Gareth’s wolfish grin that grows wide as you yelp, flinching when the bulbous end of your beloved vibrator traces up soft, sensitive skin. 

“Or maybe I’ll tell him to hold this while I keep you all to myself.”

Your breath hitches as he inches closer to your seam. “Did – hah –” your hips lift as the wand pulses over your slickened core, “did you steal that from my bag?”

He sounds so cavalier, muttering into the slope of your neck between kisses, “Don’t act like you’re upset about it.”

It’s such shit how right he is. Your breath comes in abbreviated pants as he teases those sinful vibrations through your folds, barely pressing into your entrance just to retreat and tease again. He’s pinned you against that mound of pillows under your ass, making it impossible to move your hips and guide that goddamn vibrator exactly where you want it. And what’s worse is that he’s just as worked up as you are – his cock is right fucking there, obnoxiously hard and thick and so fucking pretty – 

The man just acts like it’s no big deal, as if the strain of his impressive erection that drips precum like a leaky faucet has no effect on him. None. He’s the epitome of control; like he’s indifferent to his desire to sheath his length inside your pussy so you bawl out his name.

Infuriating. Absolutely infuriating.

“Oh,” Gareth coddles with sympathy you’re certain he doesn’t feel, “are you getting eager? Gettin’ greedy, yeah?” His ice blue eyes sparkle with mirth.  “Ed, y’feel her ruttin’ against me, all desperate for my cock?”

Eddie props himself on a forearm, leaning close to where Gareth still balances over your body. Their faces nearly touch as they gaze at you beneath them. “She’s pretty worked up, Gare. Why don’t you give that to me and give her a taste of what she wants?”

A strangled cry bursts over reddened lips as Gareth draws the vibrator north, providing your clit with the most divine flash of stimulation before it’s gone – handed off to the man once responsible for your undoing. You thought that was intense – but there’s something about the way Gareth’s gaze slices right through you suggests you’re truly in for it tonight.

Snatching a foil packet from the bed, Gareth pinches it between his teeth as he tugs your legs further over the pillows. From where you lie, your hips look oddly positioned – elevated to the point of being ridiculous.  

It must be clearly written all over your face.  

Which is why he’s quick to ask, “Are you comfortable, sweet girl?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, gnawing at your lower lip as Gareth tears the wrapper and stretches the condom past the thickset head of his cock. “Just never been, uh – situated like this before.”

Dusky brown curls rattle around Gareth’s face. “That’s a damn shame, honey. You’re not gonna want it any other way after I’m done with you.” He raises a dubious brow, thumbing the base of his dick to align with your hole. “Ready for me?”

Just feeling his tip glide through your folds is heavenly. You nod in quick succession, sucking in a sharp breath as his girth begins to breach your entrance. He takes his time, and thank fuck he does – though not quite as long as Eddie, his girth stuffs you nearly past the point of pleasure – your pussy pulses and burns around the delicious intrusion you’ve been itching for weeks. Fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs as he pushes forward, bullying against your walls that are eager to suck him in. Sensing that your body needs a moment to adjust, Gareth stalls – pulling back a minimal distance before he feeds you more. And then more. Inch by inch, he fills you. Hitching moans climb higher with every measured thrust, a gradual crescendo until his pelvis presses flush with yours, seating his cock inside you completely.

“Haa-ohh, fuck –” your chest heaves, nipples pebbled and puckered with the onslaught of pleasure that wracks your core. “Ohmygod –”

Gareth chuckles, but it sounds strained. “Feels good, huh?”

“Yes, yes –” you grit your teeth to keep from babbling a mess of fucked-out gibberish before he’s even began. “I – please, you can move, you can move –”

“Patience,” he husks before his hips angle as his body shifts lower. The position almost has him sitting on his heels, drawing him almost all the way out of your core. Rolling his hips, Gareth drives his cock up along your front wall, crown just grazing your g-spot. 

Eyelids flutter shut as liquid heat spills through your low belly, sponsoring a whimper to trickle through parted lips. You could drown the ripples of tender pleasure supplied with every wave of his body against yours. It’s so good, it’s so fucking –

“Ahh!”

He’s done something – changed his angle, varied the force or the speed or the depth or something, because now you’re drowning. Now, you’re completely consumed by roaring white-hot flames of ecstasy upon every thrust of his sinful hips. It’s no longer a gentle graze of your most sensitive spot – Gareth’s expertly honed in, his cock dead-on in igniting such overwhelming sensations. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before; has you no longer able to control the volume of your moans.

“There it is,” Gareth’s dark chuckle drips with self-satisfaction. “Ed – give it to her.” 

A split second of awareness is all you get before a low, continuous droning clicks to life, settling directly over your clit. Your core contracts so hard it could send you airborne; your hips thrash against the buzz of your wand while your jaw drops in a silent scream.

“That’s it.  Stay still, honey.  I got you now.” Gareth’s broad palm splays low over your belly as he grits through a groan, “you just stay still and take it.”

“Oh fuck, ohfuckohfuck I can’t –”

“You can,” Gareth assures you as he pushes a grunt through his nose, “you will.”

A climax of epic proportions rushes in, coiling hard and fast despite how forcefully your pelvic floor clenches and tries to stave it off. It’s too soon, he’s just started – you don’t want this to end, not yet. Not when he’s only just begun to fuck you.  

“Please, no,” you choke over a gasp, grabbing at Eddie’s forearm to wrench the vibrator away, “please –”

Gareth’s crooked grin is downright wicked.  “If you say so.”

He gives a nod that you barely register, your vision too busy swimming behind your unshed tears.  Eddie’s quick to shut the vibrations down, and the agony of the pleasure you nearly bowed to dissipates.  

Once you’ve finally caught your breath, your head lolls to the side. “Eddie, for fuck’s sake,” you groan as Gareth maintains his rhythmic pulsing against your g-spot, “t-turn it down a couple notches, yeah?”

The ire that paints your tone is featherlight, but it has the young men biting back their laughter, anyway. Eddie plants a kiss behind your ear, murmuring his promise to set it to the lowest and not immediately blast you into outer space.

He keeps you blissfully earthbound. Eddie is good on his word, returning the wand to circle gently over your clit as Gareth stimulates you wholly from the inside. The toy peaks your pleasure, the vibrations thrust you into oblivion, to the point of release – before Gareth shuts it down, leading the gentle recession of your orgasm back into his hands. You’re a pliant mess of gasps and whimpers, savoring every touch and kiss and reverent word bestowed upon you as Gareth fucks you endlessly.

Until he’s decided you’re ready, and the lull ends, a gravelly command is all it takes. Eddie’s happy to oblige, the teasing touch of the toy along oversensitive skin brings you back to the edge.

“Ed,” Gareth growls when he senses you’re close to climax, “enough.”

It goes on, just like this, for a heavenly forever.  

You can’t get enough at first. Sure, they’re edging you, but it feels so different. There’s more control over their ministrations, there’s more tension and forceful tightening of your core – a gradual building of pleasure that’s got you completely enamored.

You’ve never been fucked like this before, with so much attention to what you need and what feels best for you. Granted – Eddie gave you everything, everything you had always craved with sex but were too – bashful? uncertain? to ask. The beautiful thing was you didn’t have to ask. He knew you, sensed your needs and truly had you seeing stars in so many different positions, just as he promised.  He fucked you rough and dirty, pushed you to a brainless overstimulation and still kept delivering more – it was everything you needed that night.  

This, though? What Gareth’s doing?  

He’s literally thrust your body into a different plane of existence where you’ve lost all track of your senses. Of your very being. Your whole world is tilted on her axis, and he just keeps going.

He keeps directing Eddie in that authoritative tone of his to maximize your pleasure with that godforsaken vibrator, pushing you to the brink of release before it’s gone. He has you mesmerized with the smooth, measured undulation of his hips, the decadent nudge upward that firmly sweeps his thick head against your g-spot. The subtle drive that buries him to the hilt, and then the slow, languid pulling back, dragging his length through your tight, wet heat. Over and over, again and again. He never varies his rhythm, he sticks to that pace like any great drummer would, despite how you cry out for more. Minute after torturous minute passes, the pressure climbs, the heat rises — and you beg for him to go faster. Harder. Anything to throttle your orgasm over the edge and milk his fat cock for all you’re worth.

But he doesn’t. 

It’s like he’s immune to his need as well as yours. Gareth toys with you as if he’s got all the time in the world – he shifts his angles, props your legs over his torso, crosses them even, as if he needs to enhance how ungodly full he makes you.

He doesn’t; that unholy lip-ringed terror does it all on his own.

His teeth graze the back of your calf while one hand keeps your ankles cinched near his face. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he praises over your mewling, back arching as Eddie rubs the slick head of the vibrator over your nipple. “So tight for me honey, fuck –”

And then he lets your legs fall open, splaying them wide. Both men are slack-jawed, overcome with the stunning view of Gareth’s cock as he slowly fucks into you.

Eddie doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t wait for the go-ahead from his drummer. He leans over your body and guides a long string of saliva to land directly over your sex, dribbling over your mound to lubricate your clit as the vibrator works to build you up yet again.

Unfairly long eyelashes flutter as Eddie works the toy in languid circles that swirl in time with your moans. “I gotta touch her, Gare.”

Eyelids narrow into thin slips of baby blue. “Ed…”

“Just for a second.”  

No answer is given, other than how Gareth slows his thrusts to a point where you feel as though he’s stopped. The vibrator is gone – and before a pitiful protest can leave your mouth, the calloused pad of Eddie’s finger traces around your puffy outer lips where you’re joined, gathering arousal from your stuffed entrance before trailing down, down…

You gasp as his finger circles the unoccupied taut ring of muscle. “Ohh, that’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie rasps, gently testing your limits by pushing just past your puckered hole. 

The unfamiliar sensation snags the breath from your lungs, clenching both around Gareth and the tip of Eddie’s finger.  

“Shh,” Eddie coos, “relax for me, sweet girl.”

Your body obeys, simultaneously betraying you and giving you exactly what you want. Staccato little ah, ah, ahs whisper over lips shaped into a perfect,

“Ohhhh –” 

Your legs tremble as Eddie sinks past the first knuckle. It’s so foreign but it’s so good – leaving you not sure whether to chase the feeling or shy away.

Eddie pants open-mouthed against the skin of your neck, shuddering as he says, “God damn. Can’t wait to fuck this ass some day.” His heated words scorch you from the inside out. “Wouldja like that?” he asks, furthering his cause as he utilizes Gareth’s body to bury his longest digit inside, pinning his hand between sweat-slicked bodies.

Your words stall on the tip of your tongue as your mouth goes dry.  Would you like that?  You’ve never done that before, never been with anyone adventurous enough to entertain it, though it has always intrigued you…

Even more now that he’s inside you, filling you to the point where you feel as if you might burst.

And that’s just his finger. 

“Yeah,” your answer is forged from unabashed, molten want to be claimed – simultaneously – by both of these men.

Eddie groans. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you here?”

“I – yeah.” Licking your lips, you manage to rasp out, “Tonight?”

“If you’re good.” Gareth’s jaw sets as he wrenches Eddie’s hand away.

Whining pitifully at the loss, frustration cinches in a band around your chest. Not even Eddie’s assurance as he runs the wand over the inner crease of your thigh makes it better. 

“Did you hear him?” Eddie murmurs sweetly. “If you’re good, maybe we’ll both fill you up. Just thinkin’ about it’s got me so hard I could come.”

You deliver your retort with a mouthful of snark before you’ve even really considered the consequences.“Somebody might as well.”

The slow tilt of Gareth’s head has your eyes widening in alarm. He studies you beneath him, before posing a very slow, very measured,  

“Are you getting greedy, love?”  

“No.”

“It sounds like you are.” Gareth hitches your legs high, over the crook of his elbows. The new position feels like it opens you up to him even more, but he makes no move to quicken his thrusts.  “You have my cock. You have your toy. You just had Eddie’s finger in your ass. What more could you possibly want?”

“Gareth, please,” you whine as your head tilts back on the bed, “I just wanna come!”

“I know you do, honey. I know.” The cadence increases, matching your hitching breaths with every snap of his hips. “Just makin’ you work for it.”

You want to scoff. Scowl. Bite back. Snap and snarl at the man who is irritatingly adept at pushing all of your buttons. He’s drained your arsenal of wit and ire and reduced you to a petulant mess.

Your airy whine tastes bitter as it rolls off your tongue. “ You’re being so mean.” 

“Am I?” 

“Yes!”

“Am I being so mean, honey?” Gareth taunts with an elongated vowel and rougher thrusts. His stupid, lip-ringed mouth crooks up in a lurid grin as he sneers, “Feeding you my cock like this is mean?”

“You’re – ahhh, you’re teas – ohmygod –”

Your entire body jostles with how hard he’s driving into you, but it’s not the same. It’s so deep and so fucking good, like eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-your-head good – but the pressure that once was building low in your pelvis has plateaued, even weakened. He’s not directly stimulating your g-spot any longer, and you know he’s done it on purpose.  

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes rolled back in pleasure. “You fucking tease –”

His weak argument taunts you, an intentional prodding enveloped in mischief. “I’m not a tease.”

“Oh like he-ell – ohh –” 

Gareth cuts you off, driving a brutal pace as he sits up on his knees. His cock bottoms out completely with hard and fast thrusts as he leans over you, the brush of his pubic bone against yours provides some friction you’ve been dying for.

His fingertips dig into the flesh at your hips, rocking your body back to yours as he plows into you. “Yeah? You like that? Need it like that, do ya?” He chuckles darkly as he wrings the most fucked-out moans of your writhing body. “Yeah, you do. Tell me how good my cock feels, and I’ll think about letting you come.”

“Just like that, jus’likethat –”

“That doesn’t sound like you saying anything about how good my dick is making you feel. How loud I make you moan.” He grunts at the apex of another harsh thrust, nodding permission for his frontman to click the vibrator to life. Gareth’s taunting persists as Eddie maneuvers the bulb over your slickened mound. “About how you couldn’t wait for this, how you were so obviously eyefucking me from the crowd tonight. Huh?”

“God,” you groan as your head tips back, teetering so close to the razor-thin precipice of your release it hurts.

“I know you were thinkin’ about this, about gettin’ my thick cock in this needy, needy pussy,” Gareth’s filthy narrative peaks your lust, has your blood sizzling through your veins. Your jaw drops at his audacity, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. “Go ahead, honey. Tell me. Tell me how you were thinkin’ about all the ways I was gonna fuck you stupid tonight.”

It’s weak and insincere, but you feel compelled to mutter anyway, “Shut up…”

“Oh, I’ve got you so figured out. Ed –” 

On command, Eddie removes the vibrator, dropping the bottom out from under the brimming orgasm that almost was.   

Body shaking as you’re denied again, you bite out, “You insufferable, mffhh – stubborn, egotistical asshole –”

“Yeah, that’s it,” a snide little sound shudders out of Gareth as he rolls his hips flush to yours, “talk dirty to me.”

“Shut up, Gar –ah!” 

Back on his heels, he changes his angle and fucks his cock back to where you want it. “Fuckin’ right, say my name. Lemme hear you say it.”  

“Sh-uut up – hah!”

The vibrator is suddenly back, swirling and circling your clit. The combined sensations of Gareth’s thick cockhead bullying against your sweet spot and Eddie’s tight circles and perfect pressure with the wand draws your release out from hiding again. The vibrations win out, pulsing and buzzing superheated pleasure and melting the numbness at your clit into sharp, winding zings that spell out your imminent climax. 

Until the devil himself barks, “Ed, take it away.” When you belt his name in a blend of displeasure and despair, he stalls to hover over your form, a wretched kind of humor laces his tone despite the way your eyes prick with tears. “Oh, what? You think I don’t know your tells? Think I don’t know when you’re about to come? Fuck, you’re so cute. Not gonna fool me, honey. Told you I was gonna ruin you. I’ve barely even started.”

Your strangled cry borders on desperate, almost pained at this point. You’re caught between wanting to let the tears fall, to beg and to plead for this man to finish you with his cock and end this divine type of torture. But you know that’s exactly what he wants and you can’t just give in. It’s exhausting, this duality of sensations, the desire to snap and harp and defy… and the overwhelming need to have it all fall away.

To let him use you, to work you up to the point of insanity until you peak and explode around him in a million sweet, satiated pieces.  

A rumbling whisper in your ear tugs you to the present. “Remember what I told you? Remember what he likes, baby?” Eddie strokes your cheek as your head lolls to face him. His grin is blinding as he reminds you, “He likes ‘em sweet.”  

You blink as you register Eddie’s direction – because yeah, you do remember. You remember quite well how Eddie saw right through your snappy retorts hurled at his drummer that first night and called you out for what it really was – undeniable attraction. Stealing a glance at your favorite blue-eyed menace, some Eddie-stained defiance comes in how you hold Gareth’s blazing stare. 

“He doesn’t deserve that.”

Eddie chuckles, pressing wet, openmouthed kisses along your jaw. “Never said he did. He’ll crumble as soon as you talk sweet to him, I know he will.”

Hope flares, blooming hot and ready in your chest.  “Yeah?”

Nipping at the shell of your ear, Eddie shares a quiet confession so sacred it burns. “He does for me, princess. Every fuckin’ time.”

Gareth raises a lofty brow when you swear under your breath, the connection charged as Eddie goads you on. “You wanna come, dontcha gorgeous? Let’s hear it. He feels so good, doesn’t he?”

Your stare doesn’t falter as you whisper the truth.  “Yes.”.

“Cock so big, stuffing you full,” Eddie presses. “Say it, sweetheart.”

“It is,” you keen, chest heaving as Gareth slowly rolls his hips into yours. “Your cock is so big, Gareth… s-so thick…”

Lips curl into a smug little smirk as he nudges against your front wall with a measured thrust.  “Oh yeah?”

Pleasure trickles in, has you hardly registering his attitude as you willingly admit, “Mhm. I – hah – thought about it so much, how good you’d feel.”

His smile turns villainous. “I bet you did.”

And just like that, your lustful haze clears with a haughty scoff. “You’re such a dick.”

Gareth hums, low like a growl. “You seem to like my dick.”

For emphasis, he punctuates the truth by seating himself all the way inside your heat, grinding his pelvis in a way that has you seeing stars.  

“I – oh,” your patience frays thin between mounting surges of pleasure, “I don’t know why I bother being sweet when all y-you’re gonna do is throw it back in my face.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie warns with a hint of a laugh in his tone. He reprimands your inner thigh with a quick little smack of the vibrator. 

Huffing a sigh through your nose, you fight back a moan as you settle for honesty. “Fine. I did. I thought about you every fucking day. You happy?”

“Every day, yeah?” Gareth grunts as new blotches of dusky rose paint irregular patterns across his chest. He angles his body over yours to stimulate your neglected bundle of nerves. “Dreamed about taking my cock, huh?”

The new position awakens those heady sensations, elevating you to a divine plane of existence in which your climax becomes a reality. “Of course I did,” your voice swings up an impassioned octave as molten lust sears through your veins. You’re desperate for him to keep going, to keep building that pressure that’s settling in your pelvis. “Knew you’d fuck me so good.”

“Good girl,” Eddie whispers just so you can hear before his tone rises over the slick sounds of sex. “He’s good at that, makin’ you feel so full, isn’t he?”

You don’t miss how another low husk rumbles in the back of Gareth’s throat, clearly affected by the honeyed praise from both you and Eddie. Appealing to his massive ego, your hand snakes down your  abdomen. Deliberately avoiding your sex, you press the heel of your palm against where his cock bullies into the deepest parts of you.  

“Feel you everywhere, Gareth.” Your lids sink to half-mast, and biting your lip, you hit him with an earnest, “You fill me up so well.”

The muscles in Gareth’s jaw feather and twitch as he clenches back a moan. 

“It’s working,” Eddie grunts, sultry breath fanning down your neck as his neglected cock leaks against the crease at your hip. “Sweet, baby. Keep it sweet.”

The last of the tension unwinds, and you melt into Gareth, into Eddie. “I’ll be sweet, yeah –” Your body goes pliant, easily maneuvered as Gareth shifts his hold on your legs, bringing your calves to rest on his shoulders. “Oh, fuck – that’s so good –”

“Yeah?” Gareth sounds eager as he asks, “You like that?”

“So much.” Powder-soft assurance swirls in your exhale. “Thought about this so much, Gareth, you have no idea.”  

Roughened skin rasps along your thigh, dewy with perspiration. Gareth runs a languid path up, up, up your leg to firmly clasp around your ankle. The cool press of metal contrasts with the sultry heat of his mouth as he dots featherlight kisses below where his thumb rests. 

“Tell me,” his sandpaper grit is drenched in desire, “what’d ya think about?”

“I – uhhhohmygod,” you nearly lose yourself as Gareth increases the force of his thrusts, “I thought about this. You and me and Ed –”

“Did you touch yourself?”

Nodding furiously, you sink your teeth into the plush tissue of your pout, willing yourself to stay in the moment and keep him talking. Every word out of that wicked, lip-ringed mouth throttles you closer to the edge.

The next are no different. Gareth’s groan is all gravel, so wanton it makes your nipples pucker in tight little buds. “Oh, what a good girl, playing with your pretty pussy. Thinkin’ about my cock, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you blurt breathlessly, “I did.”

“Make yourself come?”

Honesty is soaked in easy seduction. You don’t shy away from the intensity of his stare before murmuring, “Moaned your name every time.”

Gareth loses his breath, head tipping back on his shoulders, muttering a reverent, “Fuck –” to the ceiling.

Redoubling his efforts, Gareth jostles your willing form against Eddie’s body as he drills his cock harder against your front wall. The end is near, you can feel the thrumming of latent energy in your loins, even without the help from your vibrator. You slip further into this state of surrender, setting free to what’s been locked behind insecurity and ire since the beginning of the night.

“Gareth, I – I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He mashes his lips together, suppressing a sound that closely resembles a whimper. He whips his eyes to yours. “How – how long?” 

A slow, serene smile slips over your cherry lips. “Moment I saw you.” 

The man nearly crumbles. “Shit – Ed, put it back.”

In a flash of ink on ivory skin, the almost-forgotten wand dips low to slide in over your soaked seam. Eddie is a godsend, delivering just the right amount of buzzing stimulation over your clit.  

Your broken cries of ecstasy are just as much for one as they are for the other. “Ohh, god you feel so good – feels so good –”

“You like it?”

“I love it, ahh,” you babble as you prepare to snap, “I love the way you make me feel.”

Gareth doesn’t slow as he spurs you on. “How do I make you feel, huh?”

“I – like I – ohfuck, Gareth – please, don’t stop –”

“Tell me how I make you feel honey, c’mon…”

“Like I – like I’m yours.” The air between the three of you hums with anticipation. “Want you, mmph – wanted this.”

“Y’want me? Wanna be mine?” Gareth’s breath hitches at the wordless answer offered in the way you clench around his length. “Want me to stake my claim? Fuck you so hard you’re ruined for everyone else?”

“Yes,” you bawl out around a wet sob as the fire blazes in low in your belly, “fuck – please just use me, Gareth –”

“Not gonna – Christ, not gonna use you.” The rapid shake of his head rattles his sweaty curls.  Intentionally slowing his rhythm, Gareth tosses Eddie a look and the vibrator kicks up a notch.  “Use me, yeah?” Gareth’s sultry command is barely heard over your wanton whimpers for more. “Use me and my cock to make you come like this. You’re gonna soak us, honey, I know you are.”

It’s as if your very existence unravels, thread by thread. You can feel yourself losing control, slipping beneath the crashing waves of your impending release.  

This time, you’re happy to be pulled under.

“That’s it,” Gareth coos, edges roughened with the fervor in his efforts, “just let go.  Let me take care of you.”

There’s so much reverence in his tone, an obvious consideration for you brought to light in dark honey promises and praise. Beneath the snark and the ego, you realize it’s always been there – even as the promise of the first night swept you away, he was the first to assure you it would only go as far as you wanted. He helped make you feel safe in the arms of a stranger.

Your lashes flood as you gaze upon him in a better light – the dim, off-white glow of the bedside lamp dances along the square of his jaw, the sharp lines of his chest, the firm but softer ones that trail south to his belly. 

He’s beautiful. He’s so fucking beautiful like this – skin glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed and perfect pink lips agape as he pants through his rhythmic thrusts.

He looks just as fucked-out as you feel.  

“You’re so pretty, Gareth.”

Ice blue eyes round out in surprise, and the man’s cadence stutters. “Jesus –”

Eddie huffs a half-laugh. “Oh, that was a good one, sweetheart.”

“He is,” you vow softly, “he’s so pretty. You’re both so fuckin’ pretty.”  

Mindlessly, you reach for Eddie – there’s desperation in the way your fingers fumble over the toned sinew of his body. You need it, you need someone to touch as that pressure peaks. Gareth’s too far away, barred by how he clings to your legs that sit flush to his torso. 

But Eddie? Eddie’s right here — though the taut lines of muscle offer little to ground you, no meaty flesh to sink in your nails. Not when his right arm is at work, circling the wand over the hood of your numbed clit, crackling life back into that bundle of nerves.

It’s Gareth that notices first. He grunts your name, tightening his hold on your legs. “Wanna touch him?”

“Yes,” you croak at the tail end of a hitching breath.

Gareth’s tender in his command. “Give me your hand, then. Palm up.” He pauses his ministrations, but only for a moment to lean forward and land a thick batch of saliva into your awaiting hand. “Fist his dick, sweetheart.” 

You waste no time wrapping your slicked fingers over Eddie’s length, pumping in time with Gareth’s hips as he slowly fucks into you. 

A dense mess of midnight curls drops to your shoulder. “Ohh, princess, yeah – j-just like that.”

Overcome with the delicious pressure of your tight grip on his cock, Eddie’s hand slips, pushing the vibrator further along your slit to rest directly above your clit. Mindless waves of pleasure pulse and thrum through your veins, your climax hair-triggered to explode. 

“Gar - Gareth,” you wail, “oh – Eddie moved it, he –”

“Yeah?  That good?”

“Y-yes,” you sob out as the stimulation inside and out hurtles you to the edge. “Feel like I’m gonna come –”

Gareth outright moans, rolls his hips a little harder, drags his cock through your heat a little longer before driving back in. “Gonna make you come, okay? You’re so good for me, honey – almost there, I’ve got you –”

Pressurized tension spreads low, winding impossibly tight to the point where it almost hurts.  You’re manic in how you plead for him to end it all, to have your body finally succumb to her need. “Gareth, please –”

He doesn’t dare vary from the script, not now, not when you’re so goddamn close. “Th-there you go. Take it, honey, yes – take it –” his broad palm splays over soft skin above your sex, increasing that divine bit of pressure tenfold. “That’s it, yeah,” he grunts as you cry out, louder on the apex of each thrust, “fuckin’ come on it.”

And that’s when you detonate. Muscles wound tight with latent energy shatter in neverending undulations of bliss. Your body bows with the force of your orgasm, and the two men choke over pleased praises as your cunt gushes out a fresh wave of arousal onto Gareth’s lap, spilling down his legs to drip on the pillows. Wailing through the tightest spasms of pleasure you’ve ever felt, Gareth’s cock drills into you as Eddie fights his hold on the toy and on your lower half that’s caught between staying still and thrashing about.  

The sounds that pour from your mouth are not yours. They couldn’t be, you’re not physically capable of those animalistic noises that defy all logic and range – unidentifiable as ecstasy envelopes your entire being. You’re hardly aware that Gareth fucks you through it, barreling through the sloppy, tight clenching of your pelvic floor to render himself thoroughly pussy-drunk as your cunt milks his cock to completion.  

Gareth comes with a drawn-out groan, throbbing impossibly hard with every rope of spend he feeds the condom. Awareness barely settles when his orgasm ends, you appreciate the last few twitches of his cock before he lets your legs down, collapsing on top of you in a heap of heady sweat and sandy curls. He’s a welcome weight, your leaden arms naturally finding a home wrapped tight around his shoulders. 

“Fuck me –” the blissed-out drummer mutters, his hot breath whooshing over the sweat-slicked skin of your neck.

Eddie chuckles as he nibbles the shell of your ear.  “If you insist.”

Gareth snorts a laugh, chest rocking against yours.  “Settle down, Munson.” Raising his head, his whole demeanor softens. Large hands swipe away the sweaty tendrils of matted hair in a gesture so full of tenderness it nearly makes your heart burst. “So good for me,” he coos, kissing you full on the mouth for the first time in what feels like forever. You hadn’t even realized how much you missed it until he finally put his lips on yours. “Oh honey, you were so good. Such a good girl for us.”

The aftershocks of your orgasm sponsor a bundle of hiccupping sighs – not quite sobbing, but still leaking tears to run in rivers down your cheeks. Gareth alternates between kissing them away and molding your mouth against his, sharing the briny taste of your euphoric release as your tongues tangle.  Eddie, all the while, worships every inch of exposed skin at your neck and chest with languid lips and lazy fingers, over and over until you come back to earth.

Gareth cups your face in his hands. “How are you? Talk to me, sweet girl.”

A tiny grin ticks up the corner of your mouth. You may be barely able to catch your breath, but somehow your wits have returned. “Oh, I’m all right, I guess.”

Long lashes flare, your precious blue-eyed menace practically growls as he props himself up to hover above your body. He keeps his hips flush to remain enveloped in your pussy. “All right, you guess? That’s it?”

“I mean,” a trembling, breathy giggle bubbles over your lips. You lift one shoulder in a casual shrug, running your hands up his back as a distraction.

Gareth doesn’t give you a chance to reply before he cuts it off with a kiss.

“This mouth of yours,” he smiles through his ire, “god damn.” Planting another searing kiss on your snarky mouth, he thrusts his hips to punctuate the fact that he’s still inside you. “Our greedy little girl, Ed. I think she wants to go again.”

“Ha!” The mere thought of that is laughable. You’re not sure you can go again until you watch as Gareth presses his body over the length of yours, buries a hand in Eddie’s mess of curls and wrenches him close for a bruising kiss.  

Your jaw drops in abject shock, what hunger you were certain drained from your body with that mind-bending orgasm is suddenly resuscitated.  Their tongues tangle, teeth nip and lips pucker and suck in a well-practiced rhythm.

You’re treated to every last filthy, erotic second of it. 

Eddie pops off Gareth’s puffy pink mouth, dragging his thumb across his ringed lower lip before pushing it over Gareth’s awaiting tongue. “So good for me, Gare.”

The dynamic shift is mesmerizing; Gareth’s lids sink to half-mast as he hollows his cheeks and sucks. You can’t tear your eyes away as Eddie’s lithe frame gently shifts on the bed, rising to his knees. The position puts his still-erect cock on display, thick and throbbing from being brought to the brink by your fist, only to be forgotten as your own climax wrecked you.

He takes Gareth’s curls between his fingers, tilting the drummer’s chin up to expose his neck. Eddie hums his approval, lustful whiskey irises devouring every bit of Gareth’s wanton expression before intoning lowly, “Let’s have our greedy little thing decide just how she wants us, baby.”

Your mouth goes dry. “How… I want you?”

“That’s right,” Gareth grins at his frontman, his tongue darting over his kiss-swollen pout as he pulls out of your cunt. His impressive length is already a far cry from soft, and the thought of having one – or both – again sends a thrill up your spine. Shuffling nearer to Eddie, Gareth’s fingers trace the tattoo on his left pec before blazing a path down the dense curls of his happy trail, teasing their way towards Eddie’s cock that hangs heavy and waiting for his touch.  

Gareth finally turns his attention to you; his tone is authoritative, yet inviting – and oh, so full of potential.  

“Come play with us, honey.”

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