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“Wanna make out?” Eddie asked the moment the door shut.
Dan blinked at him, and all right, he sort of got it. Dan was cute in a clean-cut puppy kind of way, if puppies made six figures and ran half-marathons. Anne liked cute, and he could learn to like cute too.
“Um. Right away?”
“Well, yeah.” Eddie leaned back into the couch, sliding his knees just a little wider with a smile. “I mean, that’s what alternate Fridays are for, right? Next time, you can hang out with V, and Annie and I will probably be banging each other’s brains out.”
He watched for the slight twitch at the banging each other’s brains out line, but it never came. Dan actually seemed more or less immune to jealousy, at least when it came to Eddie and Anne, and Eddie squelched his irritation. They – he, he was a he, singular, tonight – he was being better than that, no baiting the girlfriend’s boyfriend, only teasing, and then probably only a little bit. Dan looked fragile.
“I thought maybe we’d talk, get to know one another a little better.”
Dan came to sit next to him on the couch, not close enough to touch, but not particularly far away either. Cute.
Eddie turned to face him, drumming his fingers on the cushion between them.
“You could get to know me pretty well with your cock in my mouth. That’s a great way to get to know someone.”
“Uh.”
“I didn’t come with much besides condoms. Having a partner who supplies all the bondage and insertables you could ever want does kind of leave you unprepared, but if you’re into bondage stuff, we can go raid the junk drawer, see what kind of toys we can scare up.”
“Hm.”
“C’mon, Dan, I’m not your prom date. I’m a sure thing, you know?”
Dan bit his lip, and Eddie felt suddenly guilty.
“And maybe you’re not. Fuck. All right. Sorry. Alternate Fridays can be whatever, okay? Want to play some Mario Kart? I know Anne still has –“
Eddie’s jaw snapped shut when Dan reached over, smooth and easy as anything, and raked his fingers through Eddie’s hair, starting at the temple and pushing back with firm pressure.
“I don’t want to play Mario Kart,” Dan said pleasantly.
Eddie would have gotten it if the mood of the room had shifted, if Dan got demanding or mean. Hell, mean was probably an interesting look on Dan, and Eddie wouldn’t have minded at all as long as Dan wasn’t a prick to Anne.
Instead, Dan just looked thoughtful, sliding his fingers against Eddie’s scalp, a little closer now. All Eddie knew was that apparently neither of them wanted to play Mario Kart.
Also that Dan’s fingers felt good, and he tilted his head to get some more before he remembered himself and pulled away.
“Okay,” Eddie said slowly. “No Mario Kart.”
“You could play if you wanted. I like watching.”
Eddie bit back the obvious joke, giving Dan a wary look.
“What’s this?” he asked finally. “What’s happening here?”
“I think you’re feeling a little on edge about a new situation and trying to brazen your way through it. Sex is on the table, and you’re very comfortable with sex, especially if it’s sex with someone you don’t like.”
“I like you,” Eddie felt the need to point out, and Dan smiled unexpectedly.
“I think you do. But you’re also trying to play scare-the-straight-boy. I’m actually not straight.”
“I knew that.” The minute he said it, he wasn’t sure he had. Dan looked straight. Dan looked like a lot of things, and now Eddie knew he needed to look closer.
“Good. So stop.”
“Stop?”
“You’re not going to scare me. I like you, and I want to have sex with you.”
That startled a laugh out of Eddie, and he slumped back against the couch.
“Just like that, huh?”
“Anne told me I wasn’t going to get you to feel really safe and at ease the first time we had sex. I’ve had some time to adjust to that idea.”
“You and Anne talk about me?”
“We do. She cares about you a lot.”
That actually didn’t make Eddie feel better. Suddenly he was desperately and ferociously lonely for Venom. This would have been all right with Venom in his ear, telling him how he was feeling, maybe making fun of Dan a little, inwardly or even outwardly where Dan could hear. He had somehow forgotten how unnerving it could be, being alone with another person.
“We don’t have to get all romantic,” he said defiantly. He wanted to see if Dan might balk, but Dan only nodded.
“Sure. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Eddie almost snapped at that, and then he caught the slight quirk at the corner of Dan’s mouth, the brightness of his eyes, and he laughed instead.
“You’re fucking with me. That’s what you’re doing, you’re fucking with me.”
“Maybe a little. Does that make you feel better?”
Eddie pretended Venom was checking, imagined what Venom would say, and nodded.
“Yeah, actually, it does. Being a bastard looks good on you, doctor.”
“Whatever makes you comfortable,” Dan said, and this time there was a clear teasing edge to it, and maybe Dan wasn’t so fragile after all.
“Yeah? And what if choking me with your cock makes me feel comfortable?”
“Well, we’d need to talk about that, wouldn’t we?” asked Dan earnestly. There was a subtle shift to his posture, something sharper, and okay, Eddie was getting more comfortable by the moment.
“So talk.”
“Actually, I think you should. If we’re going to be engaging in any kind of consent play, we of course need to discuss it.” He paused, and then deliberately he reached over and stroked the ball of his thumb over Eddie’s lower lip, gently, maybe sweetly, but with such smug assurance that it made Eddie’s heart beat faster.
“You’re going to need to tell me all about it, Eddie.”
His hand slid to the back of Eddie’s head, drawing him closer, stopping just short of taking a grip in his hair, and okay.
“You can start by talking about how much you want to suck my cock.”
Eddie shifted, wondering if he could make Dan grab if he tried to pull away, but whatever the hell this was was too interesting.
“Dunno, sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” he tried, because he wouldn’t be Eddie Brock if he didn’t try to get the most fun for the least effort.
“There’s always Mario Kart.”
Dan started to pull away or pretended to, and he also wouldn’t be Eddie Brock if he wasn’t always just a little desperate. He pushed closer to Dan, who smiled.
“Sounds sexy,” he said quickly. “I mean, doesn’t it sound sexy to you, having me on my knees, with my mouth on you, ready to take it straight down my throat if you want?”
Dan drew a careful breath at that, and Eddie mentally gave himself a few points for the light blush high on Dan’s cheeks .
“I think it sounds fun,” Eddie continued. “I would do all the work, if that’s what you wanted. I’d lick first, make all sorts of appreciative noises, like you were doing me a favor just letting me get my filthy mouth on you.”
“I’m not doing you a favor. I’d be enjoying myself very much.”
God, so fucking prim and correct, and it did something to Eddie to hear that Dan would be in to it. He reached over to run his hand up Dan’s thigh, only for Dan to press his own hand over it, keeping him still.
“What are you doing?” asked Dan, not as if he was confused, but as if he were teaching class, and all right, Eddie could play along,
“Touching you.”
“Be more specific.”
“I want to touch you. I want to get my hands on you.”
Eddie’s breath stuttered a little when Dan considered and then relocated Eddie’s hand between his legs, where Eddie could feel him stirring through his slacks.
“Like that?”
“Mm. It’s a start,” Eddie murmured, squeezing him through the fabric. Dan’s hand over his was bony and pale, stronger than Eddie would have suspected.
“If this is the start, where do we end?”
“With you fucking me flat into the bed,” Eddie said, because, sure, if he was being asked.
“Not tonight. Ask again.”
Eddie bared his teeth at that, remembering to make it a smile at the last minute because maybe Dan, even this intriguing and slightly bastard Dan, might not want him at his most combative.
“With me sucking you off.”
“Mm. Potentially. I’m afraid I’m a bit of a romantic, though. I’ll need you to kiss me first. Do you think you can handle that?” The request was sweet. Dan’s tone, soft, slightly condescending and just a little mean, made Eddie’s heart beat faster, and he nodded jerkily.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, forgetting to make it anything but what it was.
In answer, Dan came closer, keeping Eddie’s hand pressed against his cock as he pulled him in for a kiss. There was a brief dizzy moment where he expected the prickle of Venom’s interest as well as his own, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find that his own interest was enough to sustain it, no alien symbiosis or reinforcement necessary. Then Dan was kissing him, nipping firmly at his lower lip, pushing his tongue between Eddie’s teeth, and Eddie whined, opening his mouth, needing more.
H e wondered fleetingly if Dan wanted him to ask for every part of it, but no, it was just a kiss, hot and a little rough with just enough edge to it to keep Eddie interested. He squeezed Dan harder through his slacks, stroking now, making Dan’s breath hitch until Dan pushed his hand away.
“What would it take,” Dan asked almost meditatively, ‘if I wanted to make you shoot all over yourself?”
Eddie bit off a moan, because the way things were going, the answer was honestly, very little, but he was a sure thing, not necessarily an easy one.
“Hit me,” he said, and even as he did, a ghostly impression of Venom rose up in his mind, all teeth and narrowed eyes. Venom had developed a few really irritating opinions about Eddie’s kink life, enough so that being without that nervy protectiveness made his belly lurch. Before he had to deal with that, however, Dan was already shaking his head, mirroring Venom’s reticence so perfectly it was genuinely a little weird.
“I don’t think I’m comfortable with that yet,” he said, as if he were demonstrating good boundary-setting.
“Well, then, what would you be comfortable with?” Eddie managed, and Dan made a good show of considering.
“You’ve mentioned going down on me several times. Is that something you want or something you only bring up because you think it’s an easy yes from me?”
“I-am-not-comfortable-discussing-that-at-this-time,” Eddie said, because Anne had probably taken them both to the same communication workshops.
“Ah, thank you for your honesty,” Dan said brightly. “You would be right, by the way.”
“Am I?”
Dan leaned, his hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder, his lips just an inch from Eddie’s ear.
“It is an easy yes from me. You may be a sure thing, but I’m an easy one. At least where you’re concerned.”
“Fuck…”
“Eddie? Would you be comfortable with me jerking you off? Would you be okay with me undoing your jeans and wrapping my hand around your cock?”
He felt as if he had been cut loose to spin in space. Usually Venom would have steadied him, but Venom wasn’t here, and he grabbed on to Dan’s shoulders instead. He thought that maybe he should have asked first, but Dan didn’t seem to mind, only nuzzling the side of Eddie’s head, kissing the point of his jaw gently.
“Please?” Eddie managed. “Please do that?”
Dan hummed with satisfaction, and if there was something a little brisk and antiseptic about the way he handled his clothes and even his cock, that sort of made it better. His hand wrapped tight around Eddie’s cock, and he pressed his lips close to Eddie’s ear.
“If you ask me again after this, if you tell me you want to be on your knees with my cock in your mouth, I’ll let you,” he whispered as Eddie rocked into his hand helplessly. “I’ve thought about you there, messy, a little needy. I want you to need it more than I do.”
Eddie whined, something that might have been please or more. Dan set up an unhurried rhythm, as if he didn’t know or didn’t care about Eddie’s urgency or the way he was rutting up into his hand.
“I think proper communication is very important, and I want very much to get off on the right foot with you. I need you to ask for what you want, and maybe it’s a bad idea, but I want you to know how very eager I am to give it to you. But I also want you to ask. I need you to ask, okay, Eddie?”
Eddie made some kind of affirmative noise, digging his fingers into Dan’s shoulders, crowding close to him, needing more, and all right, he would do whatever Dan wanted if Dan kept going. Dan planted a series of small kisses along Eddie’s jaw even as his hand kept up its unrelenting rhythm.
“Imagine what I might do if you only ask right, Eddie. I could choke you. I could fuck you, I could make you feel like shit, if that’s what you really want. I don’t mind if it hurts you a little, because I’m good at fixing things –“
It was unmistakably Dan speaking , but it echoed in his head in a voice that was more like his, deeper and growled through sharp glass-sliver teeth, and that threat and that promise, oh fuck . He came just like Dan had wondered if he would, all over his belly, hard and fast and almost painful, and he only stopped to get his breath back before he half-fell off the couch.
“Eddie –“
He looked up, setting one hand on Dan’s knee, and he didn’t bother to hide how desperate he was, how just coming would never be enough for him.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” he said clearly. He managed to meet Dan’s eyes, just barely. “I want you to choke me with your cock, and I don’t want you to stop unless I tap out, but you should know that I don’t want to tap out.”
Dan looked just a little wrecked, which, thank God. If he still looked like the perfec t, slightly indifferent surgeon after all that, Eddie wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Come again, probably.
“You have to stay with me after I finish,” Dan said levelly. “I don’t care if you have to cuss me out, or cry, or not talk, but you have stay.”
Eddie nodded, and then Dan came to the edge of the couch, undoing his slacks and pushing them down. His cock was already erect and leaking, and with one hand, he cupped the back of Eddie’s head to bring him down on it.
“That’s good,” Dan breathed, losing some of the mocking edge he’d had for most of this strange, strange night. “Oh, that’s good.”
Eddie was very good, at this, but he didn’t get the chance to show it because Dan’s was pressing him down deeper than he could comfortably go, filling his mouth, hitting his throat, before letting him draw back. It wasn’t fast, but it was hard and deep, and it was just a little too much, every time. Eddie had to struggle for it, pawing at Dan’s legs, getting spit everywhere as Dan fucked his throat just like he asked.
His focus narrowed down to the one thing he was doing and Dan’s hand on the back of his head, and when Dan’s breathing stuttered and he interlaced his fingers behind Eddie’s head to force him even deeper, fuck but it fel t as if he had won something. He melted, nothing at all but sensation and the thing that was happening to him, and when Dan came, he swallowed around the tip, taking it, loving it and utterly perfectly empty.
When Dan let him pull back, Eddie remembered to clamber back up on the couch, pushing close against Dan to lean against him. Dan’s breathing slowed, and he draped one arm over Eddie’s shoulders.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie murmured hoarsely. “I’m right here.”
“Good,” Dan said, and Eddie realized with a twinge of guilt that that had been for Dan at least as much as it was for him. He ruffled his fingers through Dan’s hair, and Dan leaned into it, his eyes drifting shut.
“Hey, Dan.”
“Yes?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re super fucking weird?”
Dan blinked sleepily at him, a slight smile on his face. He looked oddly feline just then, and very adorable.
“ Thank you for sharing your thoughts, ” he murmured, and Eddie bopped him with a couch cushion.
*
Around midnight, Anne came in, dressed in her black jogging clothes that wouldn’t show stains. Eddie turned off the episode of Bob’s Burgers to smile at her as she came to sit between him and Dan. Dan, who had been drowsing for a few episodes, stirred when she kissed him, muttered something like I love you, and burrowed back into the couch cushions .
“No kiss for me?” asked Eddie and she leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek.
As she did so, there was a swelling of black, a feeling like drowning and then like falling, and Venom coursed through his skin, taking his rightful place with a laugh.
We ate a policeman! Venom said excitedly. And then we ate dim sum!
“Wow, what a great night. I got my mouth fucked, and I think we have a boyfriend.”
“Yes,” Anne said ironically. “I’m pretty sure we do. It sounds like you two had a good time.”
“Yeah,” said Eddie with a snicker. “We engaged in open and honest communication.”
He stopped, and Anne blinked.
“Eddie?”
“No,” he said aggrieved. “That’s the thing. I think we actually did.”
“Poor baby,” and then more sympathetically, “It happens. He’s surprisingly sneaky sometimes.”
“Fucker. I think we really like him.”
We may love him a little, Venom reported, and all right, good communication or not, he thought they might want to keep that one to themselves for a while longer.
Then Anne reached over to give him a more thorough kiss, and Dan roused enough to nuzzle the back of Anne’s neck while Venom curled two tentacles around his wrists, keeping him still for Anne’s hands and mouth, and Eddie stopped worrying about very much at all .