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Steve tried to enjoy church. He focused on the positives: the pretty candles, the stained glass windows, the occasional silence in which he could just… think.  He was supposed to be praying, he knew, but really, what did he have to pray for? His life was nearly perfect.  Rich parents, a girlfriend lined up for him once he finished college (he was to focus on his studies until then), his health, and, though he didn’t like to brag, he was definitely hot.  

The problem with church, though, was that it was so fucking boring .  For an hour every Sunday he was forced to sit in an uncomfortable as hell wooden bench with zero padding and listen to an old guy drone on monotonously about God or Jesus or how homosexuality was a sin.  

Now, Steve didn’t really believe in any God, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to tell his parents that.  His dad, respectable as he was, was a fucking douchebag of a man, and Steve knew he wouldn’t last an hour in his own house if his dad knew.  His mom was… better, he thought.  She was too timid, though, never standing up for Steve when he was the subject of one of his dad’s endless lectures.  Steve couldn’t ever bring himself to blame her, though.  His dad was scary as hell.

On this particular Sunday, Father Edward was reciting a passage from the book of Deuteronomy.  Steve couldn’t have told you a single word of it if he tried.  He zoned out most of the time, only tuning in when he had to stand or sit or shake someone’s hand.

“The gospel of the Lord,” Father Edward droned, closing the book.

“Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ,” came a chorus of voices, and oh thank God Steve could sit.

He slumped down in the pew and breathed out slowly, trying to get the pounding in his head to calm down.  The incense always gave him headaches.  He glanced around the room as Father Edward closed the book and slotted it away in the podium, then folded his hands on top of it.

“Today, Hawkins, I come to you with the words of the Lord.”

A flash of light caught Steve’s eye.  He blinked, turning to where he thought it had come from.

“There have been… occurrences in our good Catholic town.”

Steve scanned the pews across from him, but couldn’t find anyone moving enough to cause such a flash of light.  He squinted.

“Now, we know that we are all God’s children.”  A few nods and murmurs of assent.

There .  All the way across the church, Steve could see it, see him.  

“But some of His children have, well… strayed from His holy light.”

The boy the metal was attached to was-- well, Steve didn’t quite know how to describe him.  His hair was long, well past his shoulders, and his arms were covered in black leather.  What Steve could see of his legs were covered in heavily ripped black denim, and he wore huge clunky boots.  Where had the flash come from?

“All around me, in Hawkins, I see good people.  I see people who have atoned for their sins, who have confessed so they might find His holy light.  But there are some who are not so good.”

Ah, there it was.  Steve saw when the boy lifted his hand up to pull a strand of hair in front of his face.  His hand was covered in heavy silver rings.

“People of Hawkins, I have witnessed first-hand in this good town-- I have witnessed homosexuality. ” Gasps flooded the room.

Steve looked back up to Father Edward, who was nodding solemnly and holding out his hands to placate the group. 

“I know, I know,” he said, closing his eyes and breathing deep.  “I was as shocked as you are.  Because God knows this is wrong, he tells us so in the Bible! Leviticus 18:22 ‘thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind: it is abomination.’”

Steve tuned out again and sought out Goth Boy, whose head was now draped over the back of the pew, throat bared upward.  Steve swallowed.  

Father Edward continued.  “These… homosexuals , they’re disrupting our town, they’re corrupting our kids!”

The boy shot up in his seat, and, almost like he could feel eyes on him, turned and stared right back at Steve.  Steve flushed immediately and whipped his head back to face front, trying to control his breathing.  

Wait, why was he freaking out? He didn’t care if the weirdo in goth clothing caught him staring.  Plus, he wasn’t even staring.  He was just… observing.  Just curious.  

“Steven,” his father whispered next to him.  “Cut it out.  Stop being so childish.  Sit still.”

“Hawkins, we need to stop these homosexuals before they become dangerous!”

Cautiously, Steve looked back over.  Goth Boy was staring at him, this time with a sly grin on his face.  The boy slowly leaned back in the pew, maintaining eye contact, and brought a hand up to his jaw, rubbing it slowly.  Steve didn’t look away this time.

“It’s the liberal narrative, the homosexual agenda, that’s turning our children, our good Catholic children , to homos!”

He was still staring at Steve.  He tilted his head down slightly and was now looking up at Steve through his lashes.  God, he had big eyes.  Almost like a cow’s.  Steve was kind of mesmerized by them.  He kept staring.

“We must band together!”

He winked.  Steve’s eyebrows shot up.

“We must protect our children, our families!” Cries of agreement rang out through the church.

The boy grinned again and moved his hand to his mouth.  Steve’s eyes involuntarily flicked down, and he only hoped the boy couldn’t see it.  He was playing with his lips now, pinching the bottom and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and Steve noticed he was wearing black nail polish.  Huh.  He didn’t know men were allowed to do that.

“This is Hawkins’ hour of need, my children!”

Then slowly, oh so slowly, staring deep into Steve’s eyes, the boy opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and put his thumb on top of it.

Steve’s breath caught.  If Father Edward was saying anything, Steve had no idea.  He swallowed drily and his mouth fell open a bit.  Fuck .

The boy closed his mouth, pulling his thumb inside, and Steve watched as it went deeper and deeper until his ring hit his lips.  The boy pulled out his thumb, and Steve could swear he heard the pop from across the church.

Steve was almost panting now.  

A smile twitched on the boy’s still-open mouth, then he stuck his tongue out ever-so-slightly and gave a kitten lick to the tip of his thumb.

Steve looked away and suddenly became aware that he was half-hard, and what the fuck? He wasn’t gay, right? Like, he’d fucked girls before.  Not gay , he kept telling himself as he watched the boy stare at him.  Not gay, not gay, not gay.   He turned back to Father Edward.

“Mass is ended,” he said, and when did that happen? “Go in peace to serve the Lord as his disciples.” 

Everyone was getting up, but Steve, who had placed the hymnal over his lap, stayed put.

“Well?” said his father.

“I need to, uh, pray,” said Steve, eyes wild.  

“Be quick about it,” his father sneered, and crossed in front of him to exit the pew.

Steve looked at his feet and tried to breathe quietly, deeply.  He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the back of the pew in front of him.  Jesus fuck , he thought.  Fucking fuck fuck. 

“You okay there, pretty boy?”

Steve’s head shot up as he turned toward the voice.  Fuck shit bitch, his brain supplied, because Goth Boy was sitting right next to him, arm draped across the back of the pew and feet propped up on the backrest of the pew in front of them.  He was sucking on a lollipop, because fucking Christ of course he was.

Steve swallowed.  “Fine,” he said, but his voice wavered, betraying him. 

The boy scooted closer, arm now draped around Steve’s shoulders.  His other hand brought the sucker to his mouth and he sucked.  Steve’s mouth fell open and all he could do was stare at his hollowed-out cheeks.  He pulled it out with a pop, then leaned in close to speak, lips almost at Steve’s ear.  “You sure about that, sweetheart?” he whispered.  “Looks like you got a little problem,” he mumbled in a low voice, knocking on the hymnal over Steve’s lap.

“Go away,” Steve hissed.  “I don’t want to be influenced by your homosexual agenda.”

But the boy just grinned.  “That so?” he asked, and Steve nodded, pointedly looking away. “Well,” he said slowly, standing, “if you ever do feel… influenced… you know where to find me.”  He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth (god, his mouth), and in a minute he was gone.

It was another few minutes before Steve had calmed himself down enough to leave the church, but before he had walked through the doors he caught a snippet of a conversation near the confessionals.

“–– have to stop dressing like this! It’s disrespectful to me and to my church patrons!”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point.”

“I won’t have it!”

“Look, father , how many times do I have to tell you I don’t give a shit about you, or god, or your shitty ass church patrons?”

“ Language, Edward, we are in a church .”

“No, no,” the voice said.  “ You are Edward.  I am Eddie.  Don’t associate me with your geriatric fucking name.”

“How dare you--” but there were loud footsteps coming Steve’s way, so he didn’t get a chance to hear the end of the conversation.  Steve tried to scurry out of the church before anyone saw him, but out from the confession room stepped… Goth Boy?

And he looked surprised to see Steve there, eyes wide and cherry-stained lips parted (Steve was not thinking about his lips.  He was not.), but he composed himself quickly and leaned his shoulder against the wall.  

“Like I said,” he said in a low voice.  His eyes dragged slowly down Steve’s body, then back up.  He grinned and popped the sucker back in his mouth.  “You know where to find me.”

The chain on his pants clinked as he walked away, and Steve couldn’t help but look into the confession room to see who he’d been talking to.  He caught sight of white robes.

Father Edward?

Which meant…

Fuck.  

Eddie was Father Edward’s son.

***

Steve tried very very hard not to think about Eddie for the rest of the week.  He sat through classes, through painful family dinners, through shift after shift at fucking Family Video.  He couldn’t get Eddie out of his head.  Every time he tried, those fucking lips just kept popping up in his head: wrapped around his thumb, pulling up in a smile, cherry-stained from sucking on that lollipop like his life depended on it.

He told himself he wasn’t looking forward to church on Sunday.  

***

Sunday morning came, and Steve was almost nervous.  About what, he didn’t quite know.  But it became all too clear the second he sat down in the pew.  

His mother was on holiday that weekend, and his father was somewhere halfway across the world doing God knows what and God knows who.  So this weekend Steve sat alone.  He wouldn’t normally have gone if both his parents were away, but quite honestly he felt like he needed God that week.  He’d done some… less than holy thinking.  

Steve was praying alone, kneeling in the pew for all of three minutes before he felt a presence kneel next to him.  He very pointedly did not look.

“Looking a little lonely over here, pretty boy,” it said, and Steve shivered at the voice.

“Eddie,” he breathed.

“Sure is,” Steve could hear his grin.  “Never did catch your name, though, baby.”

Baby .  Steve fought to keep his eyes closed and his breaths even.  “Steve,” he croaked out.

“Well, Steve, ” Eddie said.  “Mind if I join you?”

“Go-- go ahead,” Steve said.  He swallowed thickly.  

Eddie wasted no time sidling closer, pressing his shoulder up against Steve’s.  Steve could feel the warmth of his skin through that stupid leather jacket like a lick of flame against his arm.

Eddie leaned closer to him, lips less than an inch from Steve’s ear.  Steve could feel his breath. “Give any thought to my offer, Stevie?” he muttered.

Steve opened his eyes but refused to move.  “I’m not… I’m not gay.”

“Me neither,” said Eddie.

“But you--”

“I’ll fuck anyone that asks, sweetheart.”  

Steve choked a little.  “You-- you can do that? You can like both?”

Fuck fuck fuck this is not good this is NOT good . 

“Sure can, baby,” Eddie said, and there was that fucking name again.  “Why, s’there someone you got your eye on?” 

Steve turned his head to him.  They were entirely too close.  Eddie hadn’t moved from where he was whispering in Steve’s ear and Steve hadn’t moved away, so they were kneeling nose to nose in the middle of the pew, in the middle of the fucking church, and Steve’s cheeks were so hot he felt like he was going to combust.

“No,” he said, sitting up, and turned his face toward the altar, where the preacher had just started to talk.  “No, there isn’t.”

“Good morning, children of God.”

“Good morning, Father.”

“‘morning, Father,” Steve mumbled, trying to be good.  

Eddie snorted softly.  

Steve was trying to pay attention, was trying to ignore Eddie and be good.  Eddie, however, had other plans.  

Steve nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt Eddie’s hand on his knee.

“You okay sweetheart?”

Steve glared at him, eyes wide, but Eddie just grinned back and tapped his fingers on Steve’s knee.  “Fine,” he said.  He looked back at the preacher.  Not Father Edward today.  Interesting.  

Eddie hummed and looked up at the altar.  His hand stayed there.

The preacher was talking, but Steve had absolutely no idea what he was saying.  All he could feel was Eddie’s hand on his knee, burning so hot Steve thought his pants were gonna catch on fire.

Then his hand moved.  Steve’s breath caught.

It was just an inch or so, and Steve almost passed it off as a twitch, were it not for the small smile Eddie was fighting to keep off his face.  

Steve focused very hard on the preacher, trying to tune in.  

Eddie’s hand moved again.  

“Eddie,” he warned.  

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Eddie said quickly.  His voice was deep, deeper than Steve had remembered, and almost husky in its deliverance.  “Tell me to stop,” he repeated.

Steve stayed silent.

Eddie’s hand moved again and it was almost all the way up Steve’s thigh now.  Steve wasn’t looking at it, wasn’t sure if he could without combusting.  He knew his dick must be straining through the front of his pants right now, but neither he nor Eddie said anything.   The only sounds in the church were those of the preacher, who, Steve realized, was preaching about the dangers of sodomy.  Oops.

Fuck , was Steve really going to do this? Really going to let Eddie do… well, he didn’t know what.  Steve was scared, he’d never been so goddamn scared in his life.  But also, strangely, he had never been more excited.  Not even when Tammy Thompson took her bra off and Steve was so pumped to be seeing tits for the first time that he came in his pants.

Did Steve like boys? He knew he liked girls.  But honestly, now that he thought about it, yeah, maybe he did like boys.  He remembered Tommy H., how he’d shoved him against the car that one time, how Steve had lost his breath but not because of the impact.  He remembered his co-captain on the swim team telling him his eyes were up there and not to be such a fucking fag.  He remembered later that night, when he was supposed to be jerking off to the thought of Tammy’s tits, having his team mate’s cock pop up in his mind.  How Steve had kept going.

Fuck.

Steve stood abruptly.  He caught a glimpse of a very confused Eddie before stalking out of the pew and into the tiny room where confessions were done.  

“Holy shit, holy shit, ” he muttered to himself.  He was freaking out a little bit, he wasn’t going to lie.  How the fuck had he never realized?

The door opened behind him and in walked fucking Eddie. He shut the door behind him and locked it with a click.

“You fucking did this,” Steve hissed, and crossed all five feet of the room to poke a finger into Eddie’s chest.  

Eddie grinned.  “Did what, baby?” and Steve had to fight off a shiver, swallowing hard.

“You and your-- your homosexual agenda.  I-- I’ve never wanted to--”

“Never wanted to what?” Eddie said in a soft voice.  He straightened up against the door, jutting his chin out a little toward Steve. They stared at each other for a moment.

Eddie’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Steve’s eyes flicked down, then back up.  Fuck, those lips.  

The air between them was almost oppressive.  Steve should take a step back.  He should back up, laugh it off, and go back to church-- if he focused he could hear singing coming from the main area.  Steve didn’t move.  Neither did Eddie.  The only thing Steve could think, the only thing that existed was Eddie .  His stupid big brown eyes, his stupid fluffy hair, his stupid hands.  His stupid fucking mouth.

Eddie tilted his head to the side, smirking. “You want a kiss, babydoll, all you gotta do is ask.”

Steve stopped breathing.  “I--”

Eddie leaned forward, eyes fluttering almost shut.  He nosed at Steve, who was still staring at Eddie’s eyes.  Steve couldn’t move even if he wanted to.  Eddie’s hands came up to Steve’s arms, gripped his biceps.  Steve let his eyes close, breathing in Eddie’s scent.  He smelled like weed and cigarettes and something else, and Steve’s head was swimming with it. He felt like he was going insane.  His whole world shrunk to Eddie.  Steve leaned forward, tilting his head.

Eddie pulled back, shook his head.“Gotta ask,” he said.  He moved his hand from Steve’s arm up to his chin, gripping it with his thumb and forefinger.  His eyes glanced at Steve’s mouth.

Steve broke. “Please?”

“There’s my good boy,” Eddie mumbled, and then they were kissing.

Steve felt a surge of heat in his chest as Eddie pushed him back, kissing and sucking at his lips like he was a dying man.  He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he settled for putting them on Eddie’s waist and pushing up the black fabric that rested there.

Eddie grinned against his mouth and pushed Steve against the door of the confessional booth.  “Not gay, huh?” he mumbled against Steve’s lips.

“Shut up,” Steve breathed.  He felt lightheaded.  

“Make me,” Eddie breathed back.

Steve grabbed Eddie’s face with both hands and Eddie let out a little gasp, allowing Steve to slip his tongue in and lick up into his mouth.  If there’s one thing Steve’s good at, it’s kissing.

Eddie pushed back, biting on Steve’s lower lip, and Steve had never heard that sound come out of him before.  

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie said huskily.  Steve positively whimpered, throwing his head back to rest on the confessional door, and Eddie took the opportunity to latch onto Steve’s neck, sucking hard at a spot right below his jaw.  Steve’s knees went weak.

“Your dad--” Steve said.  “He wasn’t-- wasn’t preaching today.”  He fought to keep his mind focused on his words.

Steve could feel Eddie breathe out against his neck.  “You really wanna talk about my dad right now, Stevie?”

Steve shook his head vehemently.  “Sorry,” he said, shutting his eyes.

“That’s what I thought,” Eddie murmured, and went back to attacking Steve’s neck with his mouth.

“Eddie,” he whined.  

Eddie hummed against his neck, biting and sucking at licking.  

“Eddie,” he tried again, but Eddie’s hands were sliding up the front of Steve’s shirt over his stomach, moving in and out with Steve’s panting.

“Off,” Eddie nearly growled, then kissed down his neck to right above his collarbone, where he bit hard and licked it almost immediately, pulling another whimper out of Steve.  “Get this fucking shirt off.”

Steve complied immediately, and shit, when did he get so obedient?  He was so used to telling girls what to do.  Maybe he just wanted to be pushed around for a change.  

Eddie threw off his jacket and stripped his shirt off too, taking a minute just to stare at Steve.  

“Shit, baby,” he said breathlessly, grinning.  “Who knew you were hiding all this?”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Eddie,” Steve whined and leaned forward. Eddie, however, stepped back, wide grin on his face and eyes wild.

“So desperate,” he chided, furrowing his brows and shaking his head.  “You know,” he said, and Steve could almost see him plotting.  “It’s not very… holy of you to miss church.  I think we’d better make up for that, don’t you?”

“I don’t--”

“Nothing too crazy,” Eddie assured him.  “Just a couple Hail Marys.  You know that one, don’t you baby boy?”

Steve swallowed.  Nodded.  

“Good boy,” Eddie mumbled, and trailed a finger down Steve’s chest.  “Go ahead, now.  Tell me to stop and I will.”

Steve breathed in shakily. Nodded again.

“Hail-- Hail Mary, full of grace,” he started.  Eddie brought his lips back to the column of Steve’s neck, softly kissing on alternating sides.

“Keep going,” Eddie said. 

“The lord-- the lord is with thee.” Steve’s eyes fluttered closed as he felt Eddie’s hand trail down his chest, stopping right at his waistband and dipping his fingertips in.  “Blessed art thou amongst women,” he continued.  Eddie had stopped kissing him.  Steve opened his eyes a crack and saw Eddie kneeling in front of him.  Eddie caught his eye, lifted an eyebrow.  They both paused. God, would Eddie just fucking touch him already, Steve was dying here.

“And blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus,” Steve breathed, and Eddie smirked up at him.

Steve gasped as Eddie’s hand came up to cup his clothed cock, and his own hands immediately came up to Eddie’s head.

Eddie looked up.  Those fucking eyes.  “You’re doing good, baby,” he whispered.  “Keep going.” His hand went for Steve’s zipper.  

“But you--”

“I said keep going.” He pulled the zipper down.

“Fucking Christ,” Steve breathed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I don’t remember that part,” Eddie said cheekily.

Steve huffed a laugh and Eddie sat back on his haunches.  “You’ve got some fucking mouth on you, you know that?”

“Wanna see what else my mouth can do?” With that, he yanked Steve’s pants and boxers down all at once, and Steve’s cock popped out, hitting the cool air.  Steve gasped and looked down at Eddie, who was grinning wildly.  Eddie looked up at him.  “Tell me to stop?” he questioned, hands pushing on Steve’s hips, mouth less than an inch from Steve’s tip. Steve could feel Eddie’s breath on it.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” said Steve, and Eddie went for it.

Steve’s knees almost buckled and his mouth dropped open, hands squeezing in Eddie’s hair.  Eddie’s mouth was bobbing back and forth on Steve’s cock, slurping and sucking and making the most obscene noises Steve had ever heard. Steve tried to still his hips, keep them from twitching.  He pulled on Eddie’s hair and Eddie pulled off with a pop, breathing hard.  “Be a good boy and keep going,” he said, voice raw, Steve’s cock hitting his cheek.  “You gonna fuck my face or not, baby?  Know you want to.”

Steve did want to.  “Holy Mary,” he continued, and Eddie smirked up at him.  “Mother of God…” Steve closed his eyes.  “Pray for us--”

Eddie swallowed around his cock. He was now looking up at Steve, and there were tears in his eyes, but Steve knew they were good tears.  He fisted his hands in Eddie’s hair and slowly, gently, fucked in and out of Eddie’s mouth.  “Pray for us sinners,” he finished, picking up his pace.  Eddie sucked and Steve threw his head back in a groan.  “Now,” he gritted, “and at the hour of our--” His head fell forward.  “Death.” He was panting fully now, fucking as gently as he could into Eddie’s mouth and gripping tight into Eddie’s hair.  Eddie pushed against Steve’s hips and took his cock to the base.

“Amen,” Steve said, and pulled Eddie off his cock.  “There,” he growled, yanking a stumbling Eddie up to his level.  “You happy? Said your fucking Hail Mary.” Eddie smiled and gave him a peck on the lips, reaching down to grab Steve’s cock in his hand.  Steve gasped at the cold metal of his rings, but Eddie just stroked it slowly, staring Steve straight in the eyes.  

“Mm, I believe I said a couple Hail Marys, didn’t I?”  

He was maddeningly close to Steve’s lips, but every time Steve tried to capture his lips in a kiss he would move back.

Steve breathed out quickly, almost whining.  “But--”

Eddie tugged Steve’s cock gently and slid his thumb over the tip. Steve’s knees shook.

“Please,” Steve whimpered.

“Please what, baby? Gotta use your words.”

“Kiss me,” Steve said, hands moving from Eddie’s hair to his face, cupping it.  “Kiss me, please?”

Eddie grinned.  “Well, when you ask so nicely…” he muttered, and kissed him.  It turned open-mouthed and dirty quickly, more panting into the other’s mouth than any actual kissing, but Steve soaked it in anyway, licking into Eddie’s mouth.

“Guess we can skip the second one,” Eddie said against Steve’s mouth.

Hand twisting around Steve’s cock, Eddie nipped at Steve’s lips and Steve’s hands wandered, only just realizing that Eddie was still clothed from the waist down.

“Get your fucking pants off,” he said, pulling at Eddie’s belt, and was that a fucking handcuff .  “Please,” he remembered.  “Gotta touch you.”

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed, and moved his hand off Steve’s cock to help unbuckle himself.  Steve whined at the loss of contact, but it wasn’t for long, because Eddie’s pants were soon shoved halfway down his thighs and his hand was back on Steve’s cock, mouth latched onto his neck.  “Such a good boy , thinking about me.  So sweet of you, baby.”  He was mumbling almost nonsensically now, and all Steve could do was listen and try not to cum.

Something fuzzy in the back of Steve’s brain reminded him that Eddie’s cock had still gone untouched, so he wrapped his hand around it and twisted, pulling a stuttering moan out of Eddie, and fuck did he want to hear that sound again, so he twisted his hand again and slid his thumb across the top, swiping at the precum that sat there. 

And then Eddie pressed closer and wrapped both their cocks with one hand, and Steve had to fight not to cum right then.

His forehead came to rest on Eddie’s shoulder, Eddie still biting at his collarbone.  Eddie’s hand moved from where it had been pushing at Steve’s hip, slowly coming up to rest at the base of Steve’s neck.

“This okay?” Eddie mumbled into Steve’s collarbone, and Steve nodded frantically, pulling his head back upright, pupils blown wide.  Eddie bit down on his collarbone and squeezed lightly.  Steve stuttered out a whimper.

“Not--” Steve swallowed.  “Not gonna last long,” he said, voice breaking.  

“S’okay, baby, you’re doing so fucking good for me.  Look so pretty shoved up against the door, all hot and needy for me,” Eddie said, but he was panting too, and Steve could tell he was close. “ Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

“Eddie,” he whined, and brought a hand down to wrap around Eddie’s own, which was still wrapped around both their cocks.

Eddie’s other hand slid up Steve’s neck and grabbed his cheeks, squeezing.  “Open,” he said.

“Wha--”

“Open.”

Steve opened his mouth.

“Good boy,” Eddie cooed, using a finger to pet at his cheek.  “Now tongue out.  Come on, be a good boy,” he said when Steve didn’t immediately comply.

Panting, eyes blown to shit, 30 seconds from cumming, Steve stuck his tongue out.  

Eddie tilted Steve’s head back and raised on his tiptoes, grinning.  “There’s my pretty boy,” he said.  “So good for me, Stevie.”  

He spit in Steve’s mouth. “Swallow,” he said.  

Steve swallowed.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed him, hand pumping faster with Steve’s.  Steve threw his head back and Eddie’s hand followed it, squeezing lightly at its base.

“Eddie,” he whined.  “Close,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Open your eyes for me, pretty boy,” was all Eddie said, and Steve obeyed immediately, staring straight into Eddie’s eyes.  “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

Steve let out a whimper and nodded. 

“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice husky, and Steve fought to hold on.  “I’m gonna count you down, okay baby? Don’t come ‘til I say so.  Can you do that for me, princess?” 

Steve nodded hastily again, whining and using his free hand to grip into Eddie’s hair, pulling.  Eddie sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Five,” he said, and moved his hand faster.

Steve let out a moan and Eddie captured his lips in a kiss, swallowing it.

“Four,” Eddie mumbled against his lips.  He tilted his head down and spit on their hands, their cocks, and Steve gasped, eyes shutting.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, ” he mumbled, name held like a prayer in his mouth.

“Three,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, free hand coming up to the wall beside Steve’s head, steadying himself.

“Two,” Eddie said, and moved his mouth to the column of Steve’s neck.  He pressed their bodies closer together, cocks pressing between their stomachs, and Eddie’s rings kept hitting his bare skin but Steve could barely feel it, every nerve, every molecule of him focused on Eddie’s hand, on Eddie’s cock pressed against his own.

Eddie bit and sucked at his neck, and a voice at the back of Steve’s head briefly wondered how he was going to hide all these hickies.

“Two,” Eddie said again.  Steve whined.

“Eddie, please, please let me cum, please,” he whimpered pathetically.  Eddie yanked at their cocks.

“Two,” Eddie said, growling into Steve’s neck.  He’d given up on the hickies and was now just panting into Steve’s sweat-slicked collarbone, and Steve felt every puff of hot breath on his skin.

“ Eddie, ” Steve said again.  “Need to cum, please, lemme cum for you, I’ve been so good,” and he knew he sounded pathetic, knew he was mumbling nonsensically, but he couldn’t help it.  The coil of heat in his abdomen was growing, so close to spilling over, so close to breaking down for him, for Eddie.

Eddie brought his head up and rested his forehead against Steve’s, staring straight into his eyes.

“One,” he said, and went for Steve’s lips, swallowing down another moan.  “Cum for me, princess, come on, cum for me,” he whined against Steve’s lips, and Steve had no problem complying.

His jaw went slack as he came and came and came , covering Eddie’s hand and rings and stomach with spurt after spurt of hot white cum, and then Eddie was cumming too, pouring stuttering moans and pants into Steve’s mouth and all Steve could do was watch as Eddie’s cum covered his own hand and then Steve’s stomach.  

Steve just breathed.  It was all he knew how to do.  Eddie kept pulling, kept stroking, and Steve’s body twitched with overstimulation until he had the energy to lightly push at Eddie’s arm.  Eddie dropped his hand from their cocks and he brought his hand up to Steve’s mouth, tapping on his open mouth with two fingers.  

“Suck,” he said, and Steve stuck his tongue out, too tired to even pretend he didn’t want to.   Steve wrapped his tongue around Eddie’s fingers, licking and sucking and trying not to cringe at the bitter taste in his mouth.  “Good boy,” Eddie mumbled, pulling his fingers out and bringing both hands down to Steve’s still-bare hips, shoving him against the door.

Slow and languid, almost sweet, Eddie kissed him, licking up into his mouth and no doubt tasting the cum he’d left there.  Steve’s brain was foggy and muddled and god, he’d never cum this hard in his life, but he wasn’t even freaking out that it was a boy he had just cum with.  Steve could only think two things: why hadn’t he done this sooner and when could he do it again.

Eddie stopped kissing him for a second to squat down and pull up Steve’s pants, tucking him back in and then he was pressing kiss after kiss to Steve’s jaw, neck, cheek. After pulling his own pants up, Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s and just breathed.  

“So,” Steve said, casually as he could after the best orgasm of his life.  “See you next Sunday?”

Eddie laughed, and Steve thought he could get used to that sound.