Switch Eddie Week

What also really helps is that his latest conquest, contrary to the picture his reputation is trying to paint, is a goddamned freak in the sheets. Sucks dick like it’s his favourite meal and likes to fuck rough and dirty.

Loves to beg for it, too, like a needy little slut. Always so sweetly obedient when he lets Eddie play with him, tease him, use him.

He’s like a wet dream come true, feeds Eddie’s ego in a borderline dangerous way because it could be tempting to abuse his power. Get Steve back for everything he represents, all the bullies that made his life a living hell for years.

But Eddie isn't cruel.

Sure, he can be mean, but only if he's asked to be. And oh, does Steve ask for it. To be manhandled and bossed around, to be pushed to his limits until he's a weeping, cum-dripping mess. Always so eager to follow Eddie's commands, loves to give up control and let Eddie take it, because he trusts him for some reason, and that- well.

That is something Eddie can't deny fucks with his mind occasionally.

Not that he has, like, feelings for the guy. Hell no. But it does blur the line sometimes, especially in the moments after, when they both had their fill and Steve's exhausted body lies next to him all pliant and spent and beautifully fucked-out.

When Eddie holds him while he drifts because of course he does. Aftercare's important; he's learned that the hard way. Experienced first-hand how hard a drop can mess you up. Promised himself never to become one of those assholes that only care about their own needs.

So the cuddling and cleaning him up and reassuring Steve with tender kisses – that’s all just another unspoken part of their deal, right?

The only problem is that those soft moments make it all feel a little too real sometimes, too intimate. Like it's not just sex, not just two guys living out horny fantasies with each other.

He hasn’t seen or touched or sucked another dick in almost three months. Hasn’t slept with anyone else – only Steve. And maybe that’s what’s tricking Eddie's brain into believing that they are exclusive or whatever, which-

They are not.

Not technically, at least. Steve just happens to be available all the time, so why would Eddie even feel the need to look somewhere else when he has it all right there?

As if on cue, Steve’s name pops up on Eddie’s phone.

    ‘Meet me at 8?’ the message reads and Eddie’s heart does a funny thing, not for the first time.

    Shit.

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Eddie grins at the two pretty jocks kneeling pathetically at his feet. There’s something so satisfying about breaking them down into these puddles of need.

Chrissy swallows around his dick, drawing a moan from him. God, Eddie loves when she gets like this. Completely pliant and at his mercy, giving him every ounce of control.

When she first came to him, that was all their relationship was. It struck him as a little odd. Her mother and boyfriend never let her make any decisions, so Eddie would think she’d want to take control back.

But really, all Chrissy needed was someone to give her permission to act out her more salacious desires. Eddie figured all he’d be for her was a hand to hold as she gained some confidence.

Then, one night after they showered together, they cuddled on the couch. Wrapped in Eddie’s arms, Chrissy leaned up and kissed him. It wasn’t their first kiss, but it was the first one not in a scene. Chrissy spent the night for the first time, and they talked about what they really wanted with each other.

It took a few months, but eventually Chrissy dumped her shitty boyfriend and was Eddie’s out in public too.

Then, when Eddie encouraged her to take the reins, she’d been nervous; but always his good girl, she’d given it a try. And frankly, she flourished. Now he’s her good boy whenever the mood strikes them.

Don’t get him wrong, Eddie still adores putting his girl in her place; but he absolutely loves when she takes charge. She’s finally nailed down her dom style. Eddie’s proud to be hers. There’s the softness that he expected; but there’s a mean streak too.

It comes out when he gets a little bratty, or when they play with someone else and his attention is divided. She’ll grab his chin and force him to look at her. Sometimes she even smacks him around a bit: on his thigh, his chest, his arm; never his face though. Not after the “split lip” incident.

Eddie doesn’t blame her for that. He’s never seen she drop that hard, and he’s never dropped that hard either. Neither one was able to reach the other. Both so convinced they ruined everything between them that they couldn't hear the other’s apologies and reassurances.

It was only when Steve stopped by, needing something or another, that they were able to break through their respective spirals and help each other back up.

Now, she always makes sure her jewelry is safely stored away before bedroom activities, just in case.

Steve whines against his skin, pulling Eddie back to the present.

When he looks down, Eddie has to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth. Chrissy’s small hand is wrapped around Steve’s thick cock, holding completely still. Steve thrusts his hips, trying to get her to move, but she doesn’t react.

And she won’t. Not until Eddie lets her. It doesn’t matter how much Steve whines or begs. Even with his hand between her thighs, three fingers deep in her cunt, blasting her to high heaven, Chrissy won’t give him what he wants.

All because Eddie told her to wait.

“Please,” Steve shudders, pulling away from Eddie’s hole. He twists his wrist, doing something that makes Chrissy squeal, the sound muffled by Eddie’s cock in her mouth.

“Now, now Stevie,” Eddie admonishes. “Don’t be mean. It’s not Chrissy’s fault you’re in this little predicament is it?” He asks.

Lightly, he tugs the chain that stretches from the yellow collar around Steve’s neck to the pink lace one around Chrissy’s. It passes between Eddie’s spread legs, keeping them all close together.

For her part, Chrissy recovers from Steve’s sudden movements and resumes bobbing her head. Her panting breaths against his wet skin send shivers up his spine.

“Good girl,” Eddie murmurs, running his fingers through her long strawberry blonde hair. “Even with Steve’s bullying you didn’t cum, did you?”

She whines, shaking her head as best she can while swallowing Eddie all the way down her throat. When she buries her nose in his pubes, he holds her in place for a bit, then releases her. Chrissy doesn’t pull back, choking herself on his cock.

Speaking of Steve… Eddie reaches behind him, grabs the other man by the hair, and yanks him forward between his cheeks.

“Get back to work, brat,” Eddie growls. With a huff, Steve does as he’s told. He thrusts his tongue inside Eddie’s hole, getting him nice and wet.

Satisfied, Eddie turns his attention to his pretty girl. Drool spills from her lips around the intrusion she refuses to release.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” he whispers, cupping her cheek. She sighs softly, pushing into his hold. “Especially when you listen so well.”

Chrissy blushes, the color spreads down her naked chest and over her perky tits. It’s so pretty, Eddie just can’t help himself. Working his jaw, he lets saliva drip from his mouth and lands it right on her nose.

With a deep moan, Chrissy’s eyes roll back and her hips jerk up against Steve’s fingers. It surprises him every time how much she loves when he gets all possessive and dirties her up.

Not wanting to be left out, Steve slides his free hand along her face to feel the slippery liquid.

Chrissy growls at the action, much to Eddie’s amusement.

“Hear that Stevie? I don’t think my girl wants to share,” Eddie grins. “Don’t worry, I’m much more generous. Let’s rearrange so you can have some too, huh? Be careful, please,” Eddie warns.

With a single tap to the silver chain, both his pretty pets pull away. Or they try to, but given how eager they both are and the way they’re connected; they don’t go very far. Since Steve is the stronger of the two, he ends up yanking Chrissy forward until she gags hard on Eddie and tears spring to her eyes.

“Steve!” He admonishes, “I said carefully.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbles, leaning forward a bit so Chrissy can breathe. For a moment, she stays where she is, letting the chain hang so she can feel Eddie’s cock kick in her throat.

Eventually, she slides back until only the head rests against her tongue. Eddie cups Chrissy’s face, stroking softly along her cheekbone.

“You okay gorgeous?” He whispers. Chrissy blinks twice—their sign for ‘yes’ when they can’t talk. It used to be once but Eddie always got confused if she was agreeing or just blinking like normal.

“Good. Do you want to keep going?” Again, Chrissy blinks twice. “Good girl,” he purrs. Chrissy whines softly, laying her head against Eddie’s thigh. “Do you want me to punish Steve?” Chrissy blinks three times. “No? Do you want to punish him?” Two blinks. Eddie’s smile turns devious. “If you say so, baby.”

Eddie unhooks the chain from Chrissy’s collar and hold it out for her to take. She does, before finally letting Eddie slip from her mouth.

Eddie steps away and settles on the edge of the bed; the best seat in the house. Steve’s fingers are still inside Chrissy but they aren’t moving anymore. That just won’t do.

“I think Steve should make you cum as penance for his sins. Don’t you?” Eddie asks.

“Yes, please Master,” Chrissy whispers. She keeps her glassy eyes trained on him, waiting for further instructions.

“Do you want him to keep fingering you or do you want him to eat your pretty pussy, baby?” Eddie’s eyes light up watching Chrissy shiver at the question.

“The second one sir.” Her hips twitch, but beyond that, she remains perfectly still.

“Don’t tell me, sweetheart. Tell him,” Eddie smirks, gesturing to the other man. Chrissy turns to Steve and holds the chain with both hands. His cock bobs freely between them, leaking precum onto the carpet.

“Will you eat me out?” She asks, shyly. The last time they hooked up with Steve he was in a cute yellow dress and pretending to be her housewife; yet even now, she’s nervous to make requests of him. Eddie will have to change that.

“Tsk, tsk. Come on, sweets. You can do better than that. Try again,” Eddie demands. No longer able to resist the temptation, he takes himself in hand, stroking slowly.

“I— I want you to eat me out until Master tells you to stop,” she whispers, yanking on the chain until Steve whines and lands face down on the carpet.

“Even after you cum?” Steve asks.

“Even if I cum,” Chrissy grins. It’s a challenge issued if Eddie’s ever heard one. With the way Steve groans, he takes it as one.

“Get on your back,” Chrissy says. It’s when she throws a leg over Steve’s waiting mouth that Eddie has a sudden realization.

“Wait stop!” He calls urgently. It’s much louder than he intended based on the way the other two jump. Twin pairs of puppy eyes turn to him, big and nervous. Chrissy whimpers in fear and curls into herself.

“Did I mess up?” She murmurs. Shit. Sometimes he forgets just how deep some things have cut.

“No, no, no,” he promises holding his hands up placatingly. “It’s nothing like that, love. I just remembered where Steve’s tongue was a few minutes ago.” Eddie gestures at himself. Thankfully, Chrissy seems to understand immediately and relaxes, settling back onto her heels. “I’ll be right back.” He dashes to the bathroom, grabs the mouthwash and a cup off the counter, then returns to the bedroom.

By now, Steve is sitting up, gently massaging Chrissy’s legs that lay in his lap.

“Are you getting sore baby?” Eddie asks. He hands the mouthwash and cup to Steve, making sure he gargles a few times.

"Just a little," Chrissy replies. There's carpet burns on her knees, little bruises forming on the tops of her cute little feet. He doesn’t want to hurt her in ways she doesn’t like.

"Lay on the bed," he says, helping her stand.

Like the minx she is, Chrissy crawls on the bed, raises her arms above her head, and crosses them at the wrist. Without breaking eye contact, she spreads her legs until her heels touch either side. Her pussy twitches, dripping onto the sheets.

"Fuck baby," he groans. There’s usually only one thing she wants when she puts herself in this position. And Eddie would never deny her.

Without warning, he brings his hand down right between her quivering thighs. Skin meets skin in a satisfyingly wet clap. Chrissy cries out, a shocked mix of pleasure and pain.

“Thank you, thank you,” she gasps.

“More?” He checks.

“Please, please.” Her body quakes with anticipation as she holds herself still.

He does it again and again, watching her writhe, savoring her cries.

“How many is that?” He wonders aloud. Chrissy shivers, tears running down her pink cheeks. She shakes her head, unable to answer.

“Ten. I’ve been counting,” Steve replies, his breath now clean and minty fresh.

“A few more then, I’d say,” Eddie knows how much it turns Chrissy on when he seems unaffected by what he’s doing to her, so he does his best to keep his voice casual even as a string of precum dangles from the head of his cock.

When he reaches twenty, something amazing happens. Chrissy cums.

"Oh god!" She sobs. Her back arches off the bed, as her pussy clenches hard around nothing. It seems to go on forever before she finally collapses. Panting breaths wreck her body and yet, she stays in the same spread position.

God, I love her. He wants to tell her; but sometimes he feels awkward saying it in front of others, like he’s unworthy of her and that people will point it out—even if that person is Steve, someone they’ve hooked up with on multiple occasions.

So, he reaches over and taps four times on her shoulder— their little sign for I love you. She smiles, returning the gesture on his wrist before resuming her position.

"Holy Shit," Steve whispers, eyes wide in awe. “I’ve never seen someone cum like that before.”

The comment definitely inflates Eddie’s ego and he grins smugly in response.

"Clean her up will ya?" Eddie pats Steve's ass like the jocks did in the locker room.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Steve replies. He crawls on the bed and buries his face in her still pulsing cunt.

"Too much," Chrissy whines. With the way she thrusts into Steve's masterful tongue, Eddie's fairly confident she doesn't mind. Still, he takes the opportunity to tease her.

"What's the matter, baby? I thought you wanted Steve to keep going until I told him to stop." Eddie pushes Steve's head further into Chrissy’s cunt, holding him down. Steve groans, grinding against the bed. "And I haven't told him to stop, have I?"

"No," she gasps.

"Then why are you complaining?"

“I'm sorry Master,” she says, looking sufficiently apologetic even as she moans in pleasure.

"It's okay baby. I know you're just overwhelmed. Do you want me to tell him to slow down?"

Chrissy nods, whimpering. Eddie leans down until his lips touch the shell of Steve’s ear.

“Speed up and use your fingers," he whispers. Steve grins before doing as he's told.

“Oh Fuck!" Chrissy keens, hips bucking wildly as two thick fingers slam inside of her soaking heat.

At the sight, Eddie can no longer ignore his own need. He slides behind Steve, gripping his hips firmly. Spreading him open reveals the yellow plug Eddie told him to put in before he came over. It's been here, keeping Steve ready and waiting, as they hung out for over an hour before they even began messing around. No wonder he's been a brat tonight.

Eddie removes it, grinning at Steve's groan. He wiggles his hips teasingly, making Eddie chuckle.

“Hang on, Stevie. I need the lube," he gives the man's ass a teasing spank. Before he can move away, Chrissy hands him the bottle from his nightstand. "You're an angel," he sighs.

Chrissy moans in reply, the praise doing as much for her as everything else. Eddie pours lube on his cock, flinching a bit from the cold.

“Add another finger will ya, doll?" He says as he admires Steve's twitching hole. The wet sounds coming from Chrissy's cunt grow louder in the small room, her moans and whimpers are nearly drowned out. "Make my girl cum,” Eddie demands before working his jaw.

"Mm—Master," Chrissy cries. Eddie meets her eyes and spits on Steve's entrance. Steve shudders, doubling his efforts. "No, me. Spit on me," Chrissy whines, kicking her heels against the bed.

"Is that how we ask for things baby?" He raises an eyebrow, finally pushing inside Steve to the hilt. Like a puppet with cut strings, Steve collapses onto his stomach. Eddie doesn't give him a moment to catch his breath, setting a brutal pace from the start.

"Please Master, spit on me. Please, please. I need it, please," Chrissy begs growing more desperate the closer she gets.

"That's my girl," he grins. "Open your mouth."

She drops her jaw, sticking her tongue out for good measure. He leans over Steve and spits directly down Chrissy’s throat. Crying out, she locks her ankles around Steve's head, holding him in place as she cums on his face.

Steve groans, clenching like a vice as he cums untouched. Being the champ he is, Steve barely slows down before he picks right back up where he left off.

"Shit, shit, I cant—I'm gonna—" Chrissy screams, cumming for the third time. Eddie, wants to keep going, wants to make her cum a fourth, fifth, sixth time; but she's giving him these soft wet eyes that beg for mercy.

"I think she’s had enough, Stevie." Eddie pulls out, letting Steve move away so Chrissy can roll onto her side. He didn't cum, but he doesn't mind, ready to take care of his girl.

Steve on the other hand, does mind. With on swift move, he turns around and swallows Eddie down.

"Oh fuck," he gasps. The head of his cock hits the back of Steve's throat just as two fingers— slick with Chrissy's cum— slide into his hole. Steve thrusts against his prostate with toe curling accuracy, sucking hard like he wants to steal Eddie’s soul.

"Are you close, Master?" Chrissy asks, crawling closer.

"Mm, fuck. So close, baby," he growls gripping Steve by the hair. Getting to her knees, Chrissy pulls on his bottom lip until he gets the hint and opens his mouth.

"Cum for me, love," she whispers, before pulling a reverse uno card and spitting on his waiting tongue. She follows it with her own, kissing him deep and dirty.

A whine crawls from his mouth into hers as he fucks Steve's throat. Two thrusts later and he cums. It seems to last forever. Steve chokes as he tries to swallow it all.

When he finally pulls out, Steve gasps, licking up all the cum that drips down his chin. Eddie's legs buckle and he collapses to the bed.

"Holy shit," he mumbles. Deciding to clean them up in a minute, Eddie coaxes the others into his arms. Steve happily snuggles in, much more receptive to cuddling since their aftercare talk.

"Hang on," Chrissy says instead. She runs to the bathroom, quickly using the facilities. On her way back, she grabs the blanket off the floor and covers them with it. Only then does she join the snuggles.

"Good thinking," Eddie says, smooching the top of her head. The three of them settle in for a nap. Feeling the warmth from his two companions, makes Eddie sigh contently.

I could get used to this, Eddie thinks before drifting off.

I decided not to stick to the day by day challenge this year because I just have not had the time to dedicate to fics like I did last year. (RIP having a job).

I also thought switch Eddie Week was next week for some reason, so I'm going to try to get a few more posted this week but it might not work out that way.

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