Sub Eddie Week

Lots of cold showers, only wearing their skivvies, and making sure they drank lots of cold drinks.

Also Steve had the fantastic idea of using ice cubes in bed. He’d all but pushed Eddie onto his back, trailing the cubes across his chest and down his abdomen, pulling gasps and groans from his mouth. The ice melted as it went, leaving wet trails all along his body that Steve used his tongue to lick up. He slid the ice over Eddie’s nipples, making them stiffen, sucking on them to take the cold away.

Eddie was already sufficiently turned on when Steve began trailing the ice cubes along the cleft in Eddie’s hips, and followed that with his tongue as well.

One thing led to another and…here he was two hours later: throughly fucked and sated while his fiancé went to grab the special supplies.

Steve came back in with two towels, a warm damp washcloth, Eddie’s favorite beer, and some chocolate covered pretzels. All of his favorite things, ready to be used on him and given to him.

Steve set the supplies down and Eddie reached up to pull him down on top of him. “Hi,” Steve whispered, a big grin on his face.

“Hi, love,” Eddie answered. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Steve countered, kissing him on the lips.

“I wanted to cuddle,” Eddie pouted. It was his favorite part of the aftercare, and usually Steve stayed with him for about twenty minutes before he got up.

“Sorry, baby,” Steve murmured. “I wanted to make sure you had all your favorites while I took care of you.”

Eddie smiled. “It’s okay. I just like having you close.”

“Well, don’t worry about that,” Steve reassured him, moving to lay beside Eddie so they were facing one another. “I’ll always be close to you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“Madison Square Garden,” he rumbles, voice fanning warm over the shell of a flushed ear. He pulls out ever so slightly, grinning against the nape of Eddie’s neck when he whimpers and arches his back to chase after his cock, then places a biting kiss above the tendon of his neck. “Can you believe that? You must be so fucking proud, baby.”

Eddie doesn’t reply. He passed the point where he's capable of coherent words a good while ago, too high-strung on pre-show nerves and adrenaline and the feeling of Steve’s cock slowly moving inside of him. He can feel himself teetering on the edge, has been for several long minutes, the pressure of the cock ring sitting snug above his aching balls agonizing and delicious all at once.

Outside, the fans start chanting his name.

“God, listen to them,” Steve whispers. “They're crazy about you. And who can blame them, huh? You're fucking gorgeous.”

His fingers curl tighter into the black leather straps hugging Eddie’s hips. He's already in his stage outfit, chest and torso bare except for the harness, tattoos on full display. He's gone without underwear as usual, and Steve has pulled his leather pants down just far enough to reveal his bare ass and leaking cock. When he meets his reflection’s eye in the mirror, his face is a flushed, dazed mess.

Steve realizes he's watching himself and rolls his hips, and Eddie sees his own mouth go slack with arousal.

“Most beautiful man in the world,” Steve purrs. “A few minutes from now, you'll be out there, and everyone in that arena will want you. I want you to think of that. I want you to know that every single one of them will want to fuck you while you're still loose and sloppy from my cock. While you can still feel my come inside you.”

There's a knock on the door.

“Eddie, c'mon,” Frank's voice rumbles from outside. “Five minutes until showtime. You can fuck your boyfriend later.”

“He'll be right there,” Steve calls, voice a little shaky, a little breathy. Then, he leans in close to Eddie’s ear again, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Do you believe that? All that time, and they still haven't caught on.”

Eddie’s next moan mingles with a shuddering laugh. They have become their little tradition, these little fucks before a gig. From the grimey bathroom stalls back at the Hideout to the backrooms of bars and concert halls all across the country and, now, Madison Square Garden. Everyone on the band and crew knows what it is they do when they disappear in the hours before a show. What they haven't figured out yet is that it's never Steve who ends up pressed against the bathroom wall, or bent over a couch, or on all fours on the ground, drooling and moaning and begging for cock.

The noise of the crowd outside is swelling, and it's all the encouragement Steve needs to pick up his speed. The table rattles and groans, and Eddie needs to grapple for purchase or get squashed face-first against the mirror. And then Steve shudders, nails digging into the skin over his hip bones hard enough to leave marks, and bites down on the junction of his neck and shoulder as he shakes apart inside of him. Eddie whimpers, cock throbbing against the rubber of the ring, the muscles in his abdomen clenching so hard it's painful, and for a second he's convinced he's gonna come all over the tabletop and the front of his pants.

“Not yet, honey,” Steve scolds, grabbing his cock just above the ring and squeezing, and relief slips out of reach. His breath ghosts hot and wet over Eddie’s bitten skin. “Rules are rules. You get your reward after the show.”

“Eddie, for fuck’s sake, wrap it up,” Frank calls from outside. “If you're not up on that stage in two minutes, I'm busting down the door and dragging you out, pants on or off.”

“You heard the man,” Steve laughs, kissing the fresh bruise on Eddie’s shoulder and pulling his hair over it. A thin, warm trickle leaks down Eddie's thigh as he pulls out, but he gathers it up with one finger and pushes it back in. His other hand grabs the plug waiting on the table. Eddie moans and clenches around it as it slides in, locking Steve's come inside.

“For luck,” Steve murmurs, spinning him around so that he can tuck him back into his pants. He places a chaste kiss to Eddie’s lips, squeezing his bulging crotch with one open palm. “Now go out there and kill it, baby.”

Eddie grins against his lips. He will. And he knows that his reward will be all the sweeter for waiting.

He gets jump-scared immediately by the quiet figure of Jonathan standing behind the door. 

"Jesus, Jon!" He clutches at his chest. "You scared me."

"Ten minutes is up," the kid points out unapologetically, briefly glancing at the clock. "It's snack break."

"Yeah, okay, sheesh. I'll get you your snacks."

From the fridge, he pulls out a whole pack of juice boxes and hands them over to the small group gathered around his desk. 

"Can I have two?" asks Chrissy, a blonde girl in a princess tiara. Steve raises his eyebrow.

"And where's Eddie?" he asks.

"Reading," she shrugs. 

"Eddie should know by now that a snack break means a break from reading too," Steve says, handing her one juice box before standing up. "I'll go get him, you can sit with the others."

Chrissy frowns but nods, joining the group around the eating table where bowls full of fruits are waiting for them. Meanwhile, Steve walks over to the corner by the window, with bean bags and pillows and shelves full of books. Eddie is sitting there, fully immersed in one of the comics. Next to him is a book with fairies on the cover, a fluffy bookmark sticking out of it—probably Chrissy's pick for the day.

He stops for a while, smiling at the sight the kid made. With his tattoos, wild hair, torn jeans and chains, sitting among fluffy pillows and colorful designs of the kindergarten, he stands out even more than the others. Definitely way more than his best friend Chrissy, who likes to put on tutus, fairy wings and tiaras when in the daycare.

Steve knocks on the window frame, attracting Eddie's attention. His big brown eyes look up from the book reluctantly. 

"We're having a snack break, come sit with us."

"Can I finish my comic first?" Eddie asks with a pout to his lips. But Steve can see he's only halfway through. 

"If you join us now, you can finish it during nap time," he bargains. 

The boy's eyes widen, but then squint suspiciously. 

"Really?"

"I promise." Steve places a hand on his heart. He knows how much Eddie hates the naps. By the time he winds down enough to actually rest, the others are usually getting up, ready to leave. 

"Hmmm, okay," Eddie graciously agrees, bookmarking his comic with a crooked paper dragon he's made a week ago, and places it on top of Chrissy's book. When Steve holds out his hand, he eyes it for a moment before accepting it.

"Atta boy!" Steve smiles, pulling him up. "Let's get some sugar in you." He walks him to the eating table holding his hand and grabs an orange juice box on the way. There's a space next to Chrissy waiting for him, but he scoots more so Steve can fit too. 

"Here." Steve hands him the juice and sits next to them, grabbing a banana for himself. 

"Thanks, dad," Eddie answers reflexively and freezes, eyes wide. 

Steve just pats his shoulder, ignoring the ache in his chest.

"Don't worry, it happens. I call you my kids all the time."

"Really?" Eddie throws him a distrustful glance, his ears red. 

"Really. I take care of you here, so it feels natural."

None of the other kids react to Eddie's slip up, except for Chrissy, who grins wide and kicks him under the table. Eddie kicks back. 

"No kicking!"

* 

Steve knows he shouldn't let his kids continue activities during nap time. They don't have to sleep, but this time should be spent winding down and resting, getting ready to transition back into the adult world outside. There's the waiting area for that, too, but what would be a kindergarten without nap time anyway? And once that is done, everyone is hurrying to their families, jobs, and responsibilities. Though they do stop sometimes to exchange contacts or simply continue chatting about their favorite dinosaurs over coffee.

But, true to his promise, he lets Eddie set his blanket next to Steve's bean bag and open his comic. In an act of solidarity, he grabs his own book too, making Eddie smile. 

Steve doesn't wake up his attendees as a rule unless he needs to close up or has been asked beforehand. So he watches a few people stir up and quietly leave after half an hour, others switching to quiet meditation for the next 15 minutes, and when those start to leave, whoever's left usually blinks their eyes open. 

Almost an hour passes when the last person, Chrissy, leaves, waving to them both. Steve looks down at Eddie, who sluggishly waves back, rubbing his eye.

"You should have taken a nap."

"Dun' wanna."

"Uh huh. I can see that."

Eddie glowers at him, but with the childish petulance and being wrapped in a star blanket on the floor, it doesn't do much damage. 

Needless to say, Eddie seems reluctant to leave the child headspace, and Steve has a soft spot for him, so he's going to let him stay in it for a little longer. 

"Do you want to help me clean up?"

"No," Eddie says, but gets up with a yawn, and starts to fold his blanket anyway. Steve shakes his head fondly. 

Together they put away the discarded toys, fold the blankets and put them in the designated cubicles. Without being asked for one, Steve puts a bright yellow star on Eddie's shirt. 

"For helping out." He smiles.

"Thanks!" Eddie grins. "I'm gonna win soon!"

"This isn't a competition," Steve reminds him with a tilt of his head. Eddie scrunches his nose at him.

"Maybe to you. I'm trying to beat Robin. She has too many stars."

Oops. Maybe Steve has been favorizing her more than he thought.

"Does Robin even know about it?" he asks with a small smile. 

"Of course!" Eddie huffs, following Steve as he checks the windows and files away the attendance list. "She says it's because you like her more."

Steve looks Eddie in the eye.

"You know that's not true, I like all of you the same." He needs to have a talk with her about stirring Eddie up.

"Yeah, but you live with Robin!" the boy points out. 

"Well, yeah, but—"

"But she said I can marry you if I win!"

"She said that?" Steve blinks at him, aghast. The talk with Robin will be a long one. 

"She said I need the best friend's blessing," Eddie recalls. "And then I'll be your wife and you'll like me more!" he explains his logic.

Steve can't help his amused smile. 

"Not my husband?" 

Eddie's cheeks turn slightly pink. 

"No."

"No? Why not?" 

"Because!" Eddie stomps his foot and turns around, on his way to the waiting area. 

"Because what?" Steve calls after him, barely containing his laughter. He quickly gathers his things to follow him out.

"Because!!!" he repeats, slamming the door behind him. Steve chuckles to himself. There's a pleasant flutter in his stomach, the already familiar need to protect. With a hint of very unprofessional possessiveness. 

When he enters the waiting room, he can see Eddie struggling to lace his shoes. 

"Need help with that?"

"No!" Eddie answers, still grumpy. 

"Alright." Steve shrugs, nonplussed. "Want your adult juice?"

He's silent for a moment, before muttering a quiet, "Yes, please."

"And there I thought you completely forgot the magic words existed," Steve teases, turning to fix them both coffee. As the express comes to life, he leans on the counter to observe the man. He's stubbornly trying to lace his shoes while sitting, which isn't the best or most comfortable angle. But as he's not asking for help, Steve won't offer it again, no matter how much his fingers itch. 

Only Robin knows how much he wants to lace Eddie's shoes for him, wrap him in a jacket, and send him to work with a kiss to his temple. How much he wants to buy him toys and prepare snacks for when he's too busy to remember about eating.

When he was starting up the daycare, he hoped it would satiate this need most of his dates didn't understand. And it did, to some extent. Until Eddie signed up. 

His friend, Chrissy, dragged him here, all sharp edges and scoffs that tried and failed to hide his shyness and embarrassment. But once he opened up, it was hard to pull him out of it. Both the playroom and the headspace. 

"You have a tattoo project to finish," Chrissy would remind him five minutes after official closing time, already in the waiting room, since adult topics weren't allowed in the playroom. 

"Bleh, adult stuff," Eddie would stick a tongue at her, already brown from his coffee. (Which they would soon start calling adult juice to make it sound more appealing and magical—a potion turning Eddie back into a grown-up.)

The first time Eddie ran up to him in his mismatched socks and a huge grin, showing off the lopsided braids in his hair, telling him, "Look! I'm an elf!" Steve felt all the professional distance leave his body with a piercing shot through his heart.

"You sure do," he choked out. "Let's see if I have a bow and arrow somewhere."

The excited squeal Eddie let out made a shadow of embarrassment pass through him, but Steve quickly squashed it with a warm smile. With a mental note to order a green cape for a proper elven immersion, he realized he's in trouble.

It's been a few months now that Eddie's been coming to the day care, and a month of Steve giving in to his weakness, walking him home until their paths split. He tells himself it's because he's making sure he's coming off little space safely, that it's his responsibility—aftercare, in a way. But he knows Eddie is an adult, at the end of the day, and has Chrissy to take care of him at home. His "help" might be counterproductive, actually, making him feel like he's still in the daycare when Steve's with him. 

But he's held his hand on the crosswalk only twice, so.

Eventually, Eddie gets his laces sorted, even if the knots are a little lopsided. Steve puts lids on their travel mugs and hands Eddie his coffee. 

"Ready?"

"Mhm. Thanks, Da—" His eyes widen at almost slipping up for the second time that day. "Uh, Steve. Sorry. Thank you, Steve," he mumbles, taking a sip of the hot drink. 

Steve loves and hates when he does that. He's been called a dad by the attendees before, which always left him yearning to have someone of his own to call him that. But it seems like Eddie's been slipping up more often as the time passes. It's feeding the possessive beast in his chest.

"Don't worry about it." Steve waves his hand, knowing he'll do all the worrying needed. "I've heard it's normal to want to marry your—"

"No!"

"—parental figure," Steve finishes with a grin.

"No. No, no, no. La la la la la la la." Eddie presses one hand to his ear, since the other is occupied with the coffee mug. "I'm leaving!"

"I thought you didn't want to?" Steve points out, grabbing his things to follow. 

"I changed my mind!"

Eddie waits for him to lock the door anyway, sipping on his coffee and not looking at him. 

"Feeling bigger?" Steve asks him when the key is safely in his pocket and he's ready to go. 

"A bit," Eddie nods. 

"Great! So, any new projects you're working on?"

One of the outcomes of their walks together is learning about adult Eddie—his part time job at a tattoo studio and his passion for music. At first he had the tiniest hope that finding out he's more than a kid he could care for, would tune his feelings down, but no. He finds himself intrigued by adult Eddie as well, could see them becoming friends, and every day, the offer to hang out one-on-one, either with his big or little version, itches at the tip of his tongue. 

He's worried one day it will spill out and the reality will have nothing on the fantasy he's built up in his mind. 

It's not. 

Eddie loves pet names and has called Steve every possible one under the sun, despite how short they've been officially dating. But today, all the Stevies and big boys and sunshines are gone. Maybe he's noticed the effect it has on Steve, because all he can hear is:

"Does my baby daddy want a top up?"

"Me and my baby daddy hated this movie."

"Hold this for me, baby daddy?"

Baby daddy baby daddy baby daddy.

Like an enchantment directed straight to Steve's cock.

He's glad for the excuse of being tired, because throughout the evening, he drifts deeper and deeper into his own mind, growing quiet while he focuses on thinking decent thoughts. Like not fucking Eddie in the room that's just a thin wall away from all their friends. 

But eventually, his surroundings yank him back in the most brutal way. 

"What do you think about James? Jamie?"

"Huh?"

"For a name," Eddie clarifies nothing.

"Baby name." Dustin grins at him teasingly from across the table.

And Steve is done.

He downs his drink and slams it on the table, making everyone jump in their seats and turn their heads. An aggressive riff playing from the speaker perfectly encapsulates the screaming in his brain.

"You guys are being jerks and I'm too tired to deal with it. I'm going to take a nap, nobody bother me," he announces, standing up.

Straight from work, he arrived to an impromptu party, so it's not like he's pulling the excuse out of his ass. He's old enough to need his decompressing period after getting home.

He catches Robin's eye and gives her a small, tired smile to let her know there's no intervention needed. 

Eddie might need one when he's done with him, though. He's pointedly ignored when Steve leaves the room. 

The door to his bedroom muffles the sounds of his friends and he has a pair of earplugs to help him if it wasn't enough. For now, he gets out of the work clothes that's become uncomfortable hours ago. He should have changed as soon as he got back, but Eddie's radiant smile has distracted him, and then he got pulled from one conversation to another. 

He falls onto his bed with a sigh, suddenly realizing how tense all of his muscles are. As he breathes and relaxes, most of the tension leaves him. All but the ache between his legs. 

The slide of cold sheets helps a tiny bit when he covers himself up, and with one spare glance to the closed door, he guides his hand towards his dick. As if the gentle pressure of his palm could help him survive the mortifying match of being horny beyond any sane thought and having his friends over. 

He palms himself harder, but a thud too close to his bedroom's door makes him pull his hand back. It's enough to dampen his arousal so he turns on his side and closes his eyes in hopes the tiring day at work and the tiring dealing with his friends will be enough to make him doze off.

"—eve?" 

Something warm is touching his face, and he instinctively leans into it, sensing a familiar smell of home and safety. He hums softly to let the touch know it's welcome and appreciated. 

The touch chuckles. 

"Hi, love. Do you want me to stay? Everyone else has left," it says, and Steve suddenly remembers who touches him like that, who smells and feels this way.

"Eddie." His sleepy lips barely move, and he has to force his eyes open, but the sight of his boyfriend makes every sacrifice worth it.

"Hi, Steve." Eddie smiles sweetly and leans down to place a kiss on his temple. "You can go back to sleep, I'll take a shower and join you."

"No," Steve protests weakly, and grabs his wrist to tug him down. Eddie laughs. 

"I'm still in my clothes," he protests.

"Skill issue," Steve mumbles, rubbing his face higher and higher up the arm that's slowly succumbing to his pull. 

Eddie snorts. 

"Sure."

Accepting his fate, he uses the one hand left to him to unzip his pants and awkwardly pull them down, along with his boxers. He kicks them down and off, and sits on the mattress to pull off his socks. Steve is wrapped around his waist immediately. 

"Does that mean you're not mad at me?" he asks quietly, caressing the arm around his stomach. 

"Not really," Steve admits, voice muffled against Eddie's shirt.

"I'm sorry for teasing you in front of everyone," he says anyway, squeezing Steve's hand. "I know you don't like it. And I probably should have waited with the party until the weekend, but you know how Dustin is." Eddie twists in his hold to lay down as well. 

"You should have," Steve agrees, readjusting himself to lay next to him, pressed along his side. "I've been waiting to get my hands on you for the past week, and you tortured me by inviting all our friends." Technically, Dustin did, but that doesn't feel relevant right now.

"Yeah?" Eddie smiles in the dark, his eyes glimmering with interest. "Had any plans in mind?" he asks curiously.

"A few," Steve admits, before swiftly throwing his leg over him, straddling his thighs to pin him down. "Like going to your place and spending the quarantine with you. Doing nothing else but fucking," he confesses, sliding his palms slowly down Eddie's arms until he can slot their hands together. As he kisses his knuckles, his hips start moving just as gently. Eddie's breath hitches. 

"Day and night, the whole week, until I give you a baby."

"Ohfuckingjesus," Eddie whines below him, his hips making minuscule movements almost subconsciously. 

"Would you want that?" Steve asks, pressing their entwined hands to the mattress, hovering above him. Eddie arches further into him, feeling trapped in the most delicious way.

"I'd love that."

"Say it. Say you want my baby."

Eddie exhales loudly to find his voice.

"I want your baby inside me. With your pretty moles and your pretty hair, and my stupid dimples."

"Oh fuck." Steve presses down harder, and Eddie can feel his hard cock inches away from where he needs it. He leans down, body heat acting like a magnet, but when Eddie angles his face for a kiss, his cheek gets bitten instead.

"Hey—!"

"I love your stupid dimples."

"How about you kiss me, then?" Eddie says grumpily, trying to wriggle out of his hold and get what he wants himself. His heart isn't really in it, though, and when Steve finally settles his body weight on top of him, he relaxes into a puddle of pale skin and tattoo ink. 

He parts his mouth for a kiss, licking into Steve hungrily but easily giving away the dominance. As loud as Eddie liked to live his life, it felt good to give control to someone he trusts. 

So he lets Steve take care of him, kissing him just right, soft enough to know he's loved but with passion that reminds him of why they are here.

To fuck like rabbits and fill Eddie's womb with cum. 

He arches up into Steve, stuck between his thighs and frustrated that he can't wrap his legs around him and pull him close. His dick catches on the hardness between his legs, but the angle is all wrong, and his lower back protests the stretch. Eddie moves his hands down Steve's sides and slides them right under the waistband of his boxers to grab a handful of ass and move him however he likes. 

Steve bites his bottom lip before moving away with a chuckle. 

"Needy," he purrs, nipping at his lips, his jaw, his neck. 

"Well, I was promised breeding." Eddie gasps at a particularly hard bite. "But you're still not inside me, ah—!" he yelps when Steve thrusts down hard, which must be uncomfortable in this position. Eddie's legs would definitely hate it. "Show off," he mutters breathily. "Come on, use these muscles, baby daddy."

Steve growls, and Eddie suddenly feels very small. He loves it. 

"Say it again," he demands, hands sneaking under his shirt.

"My baby daddy," Eddie croons, and Steve's hips start pumping against his bare, hardened dick. "Oh, is that why you were so prissy?" he realizes, eyebrows quirking. "I was making you horny in front of our friends, and you couldn't do anything about it?"

"Mhm," Steve hums, too busy sucking a hickey into his pale skin.

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Steve’s eyes scowl at him over the rim of his phone, which he holds horizontally, up close to his face.

Eddie bites his lip and breathes deeply. He’d been doing so well.

‘Must be defective.’ Steve mumbles and taps idly at the little controller set on the side of the tub. Another little light blinks on, five total, three glowing blue.

The buzzing plug nestled inside Eddie increases a notch.

Steve sighs, sinking further into the tub’s soapy water, eyes sliding back to his phone.

Eddie bites his lip harder to stifle a whine. He’d been fine kneeling, naked, staring at Steve with a softened gaze as he played his role; holding towels and keeping quiet. Getting to watch Steve be all pretty and relaxed in the bathtub, small bubbles sticking to his slick chest hair and stomach. That was nice.

But now Eddie is struggling, straining to keep still and quiet like he wants to. Be the object Steve wants him to be.

It’s just so much more difficult with the plug not just stretching him out but vibrating more intensely against his prostate. Unable to relax fully for fear of it slipping out. Unable to move for risk of dropping the towels and making the whole scene fall apart.

Not to mention, because Steve loves to challenge him, to really push him to breaking point. Steve presses the buttons on the side of his phone. The low moans coming from the speaker get louder. The sounds of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom. The small suds around Steve’s navel sway and bob against the rhythm of his fist around his flushed pink cock.

Eddie releases his lip, feeling split pool on his tongue. He’s been hard for at least an hour, since Steve kissed him and petted his hair and told him to shut the fuck up and hold his towels while he took a bath. Eddie sinking into the headspace of being nothing at all, being an object for Steve to use as he pleased. As the tub filled up Eddie closed his eyes and focused on the feel of the towels against his forearms. Tried to ignore the rolled towel below his knees. He always grumbled that he didn’t need it - things don’t need niceties like that. But Steve just kissed him on the forehead and flicked his nose. ‘Can’t have my things ruined by bruises, then what use would it be?’ And Eddie was mollified, grinning all loopy as he got into position.

Now he feels his cock leaking steadily onto the bath mat, all of him feeling flushed and hazy. He feels like he could melt, like he could slop onto the ground in a lumpy heap. Something Steve would have to scoop up, if he felt so inclined, pour him onto a container and keep him somewhere safe.

The water sloshes again as Steve speeds up, his eyes focused on the screen, but then they flick to him and Steve bites his lip, squeezing at the flush red tip between his fingers. He reaches to tap at the controller again, pressing with his pinky and still holding his phone. The fourth light blinks on, followed quickly by the fifth.

Eddie jolts, panting now. His jaw slack and drool might be sliding down his chin. But he’s not really sure, the buzz in his hole is too distracting, so intense it borders on painful. His eyes struggle to stay focused and his chest rises and falls heavily.

Steve groans, eyes flicking between Eddie and the screen. The sound of buzzing mixing with the video and the rushing of blood in Eddie’s ears; he can feel his heartbeat in his neck. Steve is flushed all down his chest, his nipples hard and the muscles in his neck strain as he fists his cock, hand moving so fast it blurs a little.

Eddie can’t help it, can’t hold it in. He whimpers, long and wounded and Steve moans loudly; coming all over is chest and stomach. Milking his cock as he blinks hard and catches his breath, twitching and sending little sloughs of water over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

Eddie’s hands tremble as they grip the towels, the spit leaking out of his mouth is travelling steadily down his neck and all he can think about is the hard buzzing ache at his groin. Higher brain function is out the window and he whines weakly, watching Steve come down.

Steve lays serenely with his eyes closed, breathing returning to normal. Eddie stares at the pretty pink flush across his cheekbones, the moles kissing sporadic across his neck. He can’t feel his toes. He thinks the drool might’ve reached his chest.

‘C’mon lump.’ Steve says, sitting up and reaching for a towel.

‘Wa?’ Eddie loosens his grip to let Steve actually grab one.

‘Can’t leave messy stains all over my stuff.’ Steve waves his hand at all of Eddie and presses the tap so the water changes to the shower head. He stands, pulling the towels from Eddie's grip and tossing them on the closed toilet seat. ‘Would you look at that, it does just as good a job as you.’

Eddie whines, barely able to follow the thread of Steve’s words. It’s not until Steve grabs the control and taps it a few times, the buzzing in Eddie’s ass receding down to the lowest hum, that Eddie shivers, moaning. His whole body god limp and gooey at Steve’s words: at getting to watch Steve cum, at being nothing but a towel rack placed alongside the shampoo in Steve’s bathroom.

Gentle hands wrap around his wrists and under his elbow, pulling him up and into the warm shower spray. Eddie goes willingly, his eyes closing as he hums. Strong fingers massaging his scalp, and he thinks he might smell the bergamot of Steve’s nice shampoo. Then a washcloth is passing over his shoulders and down to his hips, the plug being pulled gently from inside him. It goes easy from the hour or so of intensity, Eddie’s whole body sagging further because that pressure is now gone. He feels like he could fall asleep right here.

‘You with me?’ Steve asks quietly, lips on Eddie’s temple as the suds get washed from his hair.

‘Nu uh. M’in the drain, m’getting washed away.’ Eddie’s mumbles, he thinks about Steve plugging the drain to stop him. Instead pouring him into various containers, maybe he could be kept in a little bottle, Steve could keep him in his car and carry him around at work. ‘You should keep me.’ He lands on, slurring as something fruity gets combed gently through his hair.

‘Oh, I plan on it.’ Steve says quietly.

Eddie giggles, forcing his heavy eyelids open and falling forwards into Steve’s chest. He mashed their mouths together, licking into Steve’s mouth and sucking sloppily on his bottom lip.

Steve kisses back, hand on the back of Eddie’s neck, letting him kiss messy and uncoordinated before tilting his head and maneuvering the kiss into something deeper and wetter. Eddie groans.

Steve pulls away first. Using the grip on Eddie’s neck to hold him back under the spray, combing through his hair with his fingers. Eddie finally registering that he’s still hard. His dick grinding into the soft skin of Steve’s hip.

He moans as the grip Steve has on him hardens, his soft smile shifting into something a little more wicked. ‘Back down to earth? Finally realising what a filthy thing you still are, huh?’

Eddie’s eyes roll in the back of his head, his weight falling heavier against Steve’s hand. He grips Steve’s waist and pistons his hips against him. Shuffling closer so his dick slips between Steve’s upper leg and balls, fucking the soft wet slick of his pubes.

He feels his balls drawing up, his loose hole clenching around the ghost of the plug. Steve’s hand moves up and into his sopping wet hair, gripping and twisting at his scalp.

Eddie sees stars.

He keeps fucking against Steve’s thigh, mewling as Steve’s wet tongue licks up his neck and over his cheek. He cums for so long he feels numb and shaky from the adrenaline crash, falling into Steve’s arms and sighing against his neck. He pecs soft kisses all along Steve’s collarbone, mumbling nonsensically about how pretty he is, over and over.

‘C’mon silly, I’m getting pruney.’ Steve says eventually. He sits Eddie on the edge of the tub and cleans between his own thighs. Eddie sticks his hand between his knees and giggles, Steve tugs on his ear and Eddie sticks his tongue out at him.

Steve rolls his eyes. But when he turns to twist the water off Eddie sees him smile.

He’s wrapped in a towel and marched into the bedroom. Watching as Steve pulls sweats on before sitting Eddie on the bed and combing through his hair, adding a little oil and kissing him on the head.

Steve throws boxers and a T-shirt at him then gets his phone from the bathroom. ‘I’m ordering ramen, you want extra broth?’

Eddie wriggles around, looking for the hoodie Steve sleeps in amongst the bedding. He finds it and pulls it on, flopping on his stomach and relaxing heavily into the bed.

‘Yes please.’ He remembers to say, brain to mouth still not quite online.

Steve sits next to him, stroking his hand down the length of Eddie’s back. ‘Good boy. You enjoy yourself?’ He asks.

Eddie hums, twisting around to rest his head on Steve’s thigh. ‘Mmhm, and you said you’d keep me.’ He says, pulling a chunk of hair over his mouth.

Steve bites the inside of his cheek and looks down at him, tracing Eddie’s cheekbone with his fingers. ‘I did. Since, I guess, you’re not such a bad towel rack after all.’

Eddie beams at him.

‘Love you too.’

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Eddie’s face is a little red, but it’s because it’s hot as hell in here, not because of the obvious flirting the bartender is doing. No one makes Eddie blush except for Steve. That’s just a fact and has nothing to do with whatever jealousy is brewing in Steve’s chest.

He watches as Eddie takes the drink from the bar and leaves some cash in its place. He’s still smirking, like whatever the bartender said to him is still fresh in his mind.

Steve just has to stay cool. Act normal. Don’t make it obvious that he’s bothered that someone else made Eddie light up like that.

“You won’t believe what-”

“Bathroom. Now.”

Steve is walking away before he can hear whatever Eddie was going to say to him.

He knows Eddie will follow. Eddie always does what he asks, what he demands.

Sure enough, when the door of the bathroom closes behind him, Eddie’s right there, breathless and waiting. They shouldn’t do this here. Eddie gets so light, so far gone, it wouldn’t be fair to make him that vulnerable in a bar’s bathroom.

He’s just gonna make sure Eddie remembers he’s here with him tonight. They may be here as part of a group, but Steve’s the one who asked Eddie along, he’s the one who picked him up at his apartment. He’s the one who bought him his first drink tonight.

The bathroom is surprisingly empty, but it’s still early. No one’s had enough drinks to need to go, and no one’s had enough time to talk to anyone enough to convince them a bathroom hookup is what they need. Steve still reaches behind Eddie to lock the door.

They won’t have long, but he plans on getting his point across.

He keeps a few inches of distance between them, stares at the way Eddie is curling in on himself. A small part of him is glad he clearly feels guilty, but he doesn’t actually want him to be upset. He didn’t technically do anything wrong. He didn’t break any of their rules.

“Let me know if you’d rather have the bartender in here,” Steve says through clenched teeth. He has to get a hold of himself. “I’m sure he’d be willing.”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he seems to realize exactly why Steve reacted the way he did. And then he grins.

“I see,” Eddie steps in closer so his breath brushes across Steve’s lips when he huffs out a laugh. “You’re jealous.”

Steve could deny it, and he should. Jealousy is for people in relationships.

He knows what he wants to get from this, though. Trying to deny would just make Eddie leave.

His hand is around Eddie’s throat, pushing him back against the door. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t even do anything but rest his palm there. It’s enough.

“I didn’t think I had to worry about you being a slut tonight,” Steve says with a smirk. Eddie shivers against the door. “We were supposed to have fun with our friends and then go back to mine, weren’t we?”

Eddie nods. He swallows and Steve groans at the feeling.

“So what made you decide to flirt with the bartender?” He pushes his leg between Eddie’s, shoves his thigh up so it sits in what has to be an uncomfortable position against Eddie’s dick.

“I wasn’t-”

“Don’t lie.” Steve pushes his leg up further, almost taking Eddie’s feet from under him. “I know what you look like when you’re flirting.”

That’s how they got into this, after all. Eddie flirted with him during a movie night, played and lost a game of chicken he didn’t think Steve would actually play with him.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did,” Steve drops his hand from his throat to cover his crotch. “Do you think he would know how to take care of you?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, sir.”

Steve has to hold back his own shiver at Eddie’s response. He takes him in fully, his wide eyes, red cheeks, goosebumps on his arms.

“I could show him if you’d prefer his hands on you,” Steve offers. It’s an empty offer. There’s no way in hell, no amount of money or begging that would get him to give anyone else the secrets to making Eddie look and sound and act like this. “Maybe he’d be better at it.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “No one better than you.”

“No?” Steve smiles. He can’t ignore how good it feels to know no one does this for Eddie except him. “That’s because I know you, baby. I know exactly how to touch you. I know what you need, when you need it.”

“Mhm,” Eddie ruts forward. Steve allows it this time. Sometimes he gives more than he should. “You got me.”

Eddie’s eyes are closed now. Steve looks at him. He’s really beautiful like this. He’s beautiful all the time.

“I got you,” he says quietly, softer than he means to.

Eddie’s eyes blink open as he smiles. He’s checked out a bit, not completely gone, but definitely floating away.

“Wanna be yours.”

Steve swallows. Sometimes Eddie says things when he’s like this that make Steve want more. He does want more, all the time. But that’s now what this is, what they are. Eddie made it clear at the beginning he doesn’t do relationships, just wants someone he can trust to take care of him like this when he needs it. Steve can’t take advantage of that.

“You can be mine, baby,” Steve plays along. “You gonna be good now? Make it up to me?”

Eddie’s dick is straining against his jeans and Steve’s hand curls around the bulge as he talks. He has no intention of sticking around this bar after he gets Eddie off. He’s gonna make him come in his pants and then take him home so he can wash him, kiss him, tell him he’s good.

“Please. I’m good,” Eddie says, and it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince Steve.

Steve moves both hands to his hips, holds him steady. He watches as Eddie tries to buck up, get any kind of friction he can. He only has a little from Steve’s leg in this position, definitely not enough to get off.

Steve nips at his jaw, licks a stripe down his neck. Eddie’s whimpering, trying his best to stay still. Steve didn’t even have to ask him to, he just knows he needs to.

“Good boy.”

Eddie throws his head back, closes his eyes again. Steve laughs as he sucks a bruise into his neck, something visible.

A claim that he doesn’t deserve to have, but Eddie always lets him take.

By the time he pulls away, Eddie’s begging for more. He’s not quiet and if anyone is on the other side of this door, they’ll hear him.

“Please, touch me, fuck me, need you.”

He’s not fucking him here. Steve can get mean sometimes, and they’ve been messy and done some gross shit, but he’s not fucking Eddie in a rush against a public bathroom door. He’s so close already, just from the words and the rough touches, he wouldn’t even last long enough to open him up on his fingers.

He didn’t bring lube or a condom anyways.

“I know you’re desperate for my cock, baby, but I can’t fuck you here,” Steve whispers against his ear, biting at his lobe. “You’re too loud. No one gets to hear how I make you feel except me, right?”

Eddie’s nodding, but he doesn’t think it’s because he’s actually listening. Steve’s hand rubs against his clothed dick, squeezes the bulge in his pants. He smirks to himself when he feels a small wet spot on his jeans.

“C’mon, you’re already wet for me. Why don’t you come so I can take you home and clean you up?” Steve pulls away, looks down at Eddie. Most of his weight is against the door and Steve’s leg now, and he keeps trying to move his hips against Steve’s hand faster.

“Can I?”

He’s so sweet like this. Steve’s so lucky.

“You’re so good. You can come.”

Eddie shakes through it, biting his lip until it’s bleeding so he doesn’t get any louder than he already is. Steve doesn’t stop rubbing against him, even when he can feel the wet spot growing, feels Eddie’s breathing hitch more at the oversensitivity. His hair is a mess now, front pieces sticking to his sweaty forehead.

He’s so beautiful, Steve feels like crying.

Instead, he kisses his mouth, hard. He puts everything he has into it, not letting his hand slow for a second. He knows what Eddie can handle.

Eddie kisses him back, moan nearly turning into a scream as Steve applies more pressure to his spent dick. The zipper has to be painful, rubbing wrong against his wet boxers. But Eddie doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to push Steve off of him. He takes it, like he always does.

“God, I love you,” Steve groans against his lips.

It takes a moment for him to realize Eddie stops kissing him back.

When he does, he pulls away, steps back. There’s space where there shouldn’t be, but he’s realizing what he said, and he doesn’t think Eddie will want him near him now.

Eddie takes a few deep breaths, trying to focus, center himself back on the earth he’d barely been on only a minute ago. He wipes the hair from his face, brushes it back so it’s at least behind his shoulders now.

“Is that why you were so jealous?” Eddie’s voice is wrecked, but he’s focused. “Because you love me?”

Steve can’t hide now. It’s out there.

He’s ruined this. He might as well be honest.

“Eddie, I couldn’t do this with anyone I didn’t love,” he admits. “I know it’s not what you need.”

Eddie shakes his head. Steve’s heart breaks a little.

“Why do you think I don’t need it?”

The question isn’t what he’s expecting. He’s not sure how to answer.

“You didn’t know I’m yours?” Eddie continues when Steve can’t find words.

“I…thought you didn’t do serious stuff,” Steve finally says.

“I don’t. Not usually. But you’re an all or nothing guy, Steve. It’s hard not to want everything with you.”

“You’re really mine?”

Eddie kisses his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his lips. “Yeah. Only yours.”

“So the bartender…”

Eddie laughs, the same bright, loud, chaotic laugh that he’d had earlier. Steve can’t help but smile at the way he glows.

“Was telling me that he saw Robin sneaking into the bathroom with the same woman the last three times she came and the woman is the owner of the bar. Apparently she’s older and he thinks she’s taking Robin for a spin as part of a mid-life crisis. I just thought it was funny.”

Steve laughs. He’s so ridiculous.

“But the jealousy thing was hot. Maybe I should go dance with someone and see what I get out of it,” Eddie continues, wiggling his brows suggestively.

Steve growls, tugs him closer. “Not happening.”

Eddie flushes bright red. “Okay. Take me home, then, big boy. I think you mentioned a shower?”

Before they left, Steve worked Eddie over, opening him up with his fingers and copious amounts of lube and his own precum, and then put the plug inside of him. “For later,” Steve would say, eyes dark and voice husky with desire. He would pat Eddie on the ass for good measure, just enough to push the plug forward inside of him, and then they would be off.

The goal of the evening was to see how long Steve could control himself while strangers put their hands all over his boyfriend. They both agreed to limits in place: no kissing, no touching the guys who approached him below the belt, no going off with someone else (which Eddie wouldn’t have anyway), no exchanging of phone numbers, and if Eddie was in a situation where he felt uncomfortable, he would put his long hair up in a ponytail.

Steve, who would be watching from the far side of the club or bar they went to, would then come over and Eddie would belong to him the rest of the night.

They arrived at Temptation, a new gay club in Indy, about thirty minutes later, and joined the other crowd of people making their way inside. Both of them ordered drinks, and then, after a kiss and a hand on the small of Eddie’s back, Steve made his way to the side of the bar where he could observe the spectacle without being too obvious.

He watched, fingers clenching tightly on his leg as he watched Eddie get approached by the first guy of the evening. He was a lanky blond guy with a beard and a flannel shirt. He wasted no time in placing his hand on Eddie’s waist, looping a finger in his belt loop to pull him closer. Steve noted that his hand kept sliding backwards on Eddie’s hips, trying to grab his ass. Eddie shifted more than a few times, still maintaining the smile he had on his face the whole time. The guy seemed to take a hint after a few more attempts, and then set his sights on the bartender, a handsome Black man with a goatee and a tight black tank top on that showed off his impressive arms.

Others followed after the blond flannel guy: a mustachioed man who seemed affable and reminded Steve vaguely of Hopper. An Asian biker with a long wave of ink black hair, a throat tattoo, and a killer smile. An older tanned guy with short shorts and a sparkly crop top and too-white teeth. None of these guys could resist touching Eddie, trying to pull him in for a kiss, but they all backed off when it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere with them.

Just as Steve was about to signal to the bartender for a refill, another guy approached Eddie. Something about him seemed off, even from as far away as Steve was. He was head to toe in leather, with a shaved head and a large diamond stud earring. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the look he gave Eddie was dark and unnerving. Eddie must have sensed it too, because he started to back up. The guy grabbed his arm hard, keeping him where he was. Eddie nodded and put his left hand up in a sign of placation. Once the guy had let go of his arm, Eddie immediately put his hair up, going so far as to put it in a bun to make it less easier to grab.

Steve pushed his empty glass away and moved as quickly as he could to his boyfriend’s side. He arrived just as the guy started to grab for Eddie’s arm again. Steve caught his wrist and twisted, making the guy howl in pain and drop to a knee. “You don’t get to touch him again,” Steve growled. A few other men around them glanced back to see what the commotion was about. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“You can’t do th-”

“Oh, I think you’ll find that we can,” Marv the bouncer said as he came up beside them on the left. Marv and his colleague Jasper haul the guy up off the floor and drag him away, leaving Steve standing where he is, anger coursing through him.

“Baby,” Eddie said, placing a hand gently on Steve’s shoulder.

“Let’s go home,” Steve replied, taking Eddie’s hand and moving him through the bar and out the side exit so the creepy guy can’t see what car is theirs.

The drive home is silent, and Steve can’t help but notice that Eddie curled into himself in the passenger seat. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steve assured him as he put the car in ‘Park’. “Come upstairs,” he said as he placed a kiss on Eddie’s shoulder.

They were barely inside the hallway before Steve pushed Eddie up against the back of the door, kissing him fiercely. “You’re mine,” he growled, already pushing Eddie’s shirt up. “Hated seeing those guys touch you like they could take you from me.”

Eddie groaned at the attention, closing his eyes as Steve quickly divested him of his clothes. “No one makes me feel as good as you do,” he panted, arching his back to allow Steve to unzip his jeans and push them down along with his stockings and briefs. “No one can fuck me and love me and possess me like you can.”

“Fucking right,” Steve growled. He bodily turned Eddie to face the wall, and pulled his hips back. He slapped Eddie on the ass, which made him gasp and moan. Steve’s cock kicked in his jeans, and he palmed himself through the fabric. “Wanted to fuck you in the bar, make you scream my name, so everyone knows who’s fucking you. Who you belong to.”

Eddie writhed, fingers scrabbling at the solid wood of the front door. “You could tie me up, and fuck me all night that way. Use me over and over.”

“Christ, baby,” Steve groaned. He took a hand off of Eddie’s hips to almost rip his jeans off. He gave Eddie another firm slap on the ass before he reached for the plug, sliding it almost fully out, and then back in. “Once I fuck you here, I’m going to tie you to the bedpost by your wrists, so all you can do is take my cock the rest of the night.”

Eddie keened at the sensations and Steve’s words. “Please, please, please,” he begged. “I need to be filled by you. I want to come from your cock deep inside me. It only feels right with you.”

Steve pulled the plug all the way out, and lined himself up with Eddie’s hole. The prep work they had done earlier paid off as Eddie was nice and gaping for him. Steve slid in easily, letting out a groan as he took Eddie to the hilt. “Fuck, I need to fuck you hard. Now. Can I?”

“Please!” Eddie almost shouted, any other words punched out of him as Steve fucked him hard and fast, the only sounds in the apartment were their moans and pants and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Steve was already worked up, so it’s not long before he can feel him orgasm building. “I want us to come together,” he managed, reaching around to stroke Eddie’s rock hard erection.

“Steve! Oh fu-u-uck!” Eddie yelled as he came less than a minute later, his cum shooting out onto the back of the door. Steve followed seconds behind, coming so hard his vision whited out. He felt as though he would never stop coming, but eventually he did, bracing himself with his hand on the door so he wouldn’t collapse on top of Eddie.

Steve managed to catch his breath and pulled Eddie up to press his back against Steve’s chest. “Love you so much. So so much,” he murmured, kissing Eddie’s neck. “My Eddie.”

“My Steve,” Eddie sighed, reaching behind and up to slide a hand through Steve’s hair. “I love you so much, too. I’m yours. Always. Forever.”

Steve gave a wicked grin and grazed his teeth over the earlobe, making Eddie shiver. “You better be. Or I’ll have to get my hands on you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Harrington,” Eddie laughed. “Once we get cleaned up, I expect your hands on me the rest of the night.”

“You say that like I wasn’t going to do that,” Steve smirked, and pulled out with a low moan. “I meant what I said, about tying you up. Fucking you all night long.”