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Torture.
That was the word in Eddie’s head for it all. Sheer and abject torture.
Aside from having his torso torn apart by bats so hard that his insides were on the outside, the humiliation of having to stand, well, be propped up, in front of the entire town while government officials pardoned him still made his cheeks burn weeks later. Eddie was thanked profusely for his sacrifices in the operation to bring down escaped patient and serial killer Victor Creel while the town collectively blushed at their attempts to hunt him for sport. Thank god he’d been wearing dark pants because his bladder still hadn’t quite got the memo that they were out of hospital now and Eddie couldn’t just piss into a bedpan whenever he wanted.
And the exercises he was supposed to be doing to get some strength back in his muscles? Forget about it. Every time he tried to lift his arm and squeeze the stupid stress ball six times before letting it drop, he thought his chest was going to explode. His skin was too tight, he could barely even look over his right shoulder without feeling like half his ribcage would turn along with his head. Some days he had to lather himself in a doctor-prescribed vanilla scented oil to hydrate his skin enough to feel anywhere near normal. He didn’t see the point in it. It wasn’t even a pain reliever; it just made him slippery.
Honestly it was easier to just lie down and rot into the mattress most days, especially now that the weather was getting colder and his muscles still weren’t cooperating with all the attempts to strengthen them again. He was weak as a damn kitten and if you think anyone would cut him a break and not make fun of him for it, you’ve got another thing coming. The kids practically had a pool running on whether or not he’d make it four steps or five towards the kitchen on movie nights to refill his glass before he had to hold onto the wall.
But no.
None of that was what Eddie considered to be so unbearable that he wanted to gouge his own eyes out. None of that was what made him lie awake at night with an itching feeling under his skin. None of allllllllll of that was what made Eddie want to hobble out the front door and make a very slow getaway into the night, never to return.
The real torture in all of this, was living with Steve Harrington.
Moving to Loch Nora had been a no-brainer as far as everyone else was concerned. Eddie wanted to go live with his uncle in the new trailer, but the scientists in charge of the whole Upside Down debacle insisted that the group of teenagers that saved the world should be as easy to babysit as possible. This meant everyone living in as few places as possible. The Hoppers lived with the Byers, Robin moved into the Wheeler’s basement, and Eddie went to stay with Steve. Eddie kind of expected to see the place covered in Hawkins’ High memorabilia, and he wasn’t sure if the plain beige walls and wood panelled ceilings were a pleasant or unpleasant surprise. Within about ten minutes of being there, a lot of things about the way Steve acted in high school suddenly made a lot more sense.
Steve really lived up to the ‘mother hen’ image that a gaggle of pseudo-children had created around him. He always made sure Eddie had fresh towels in his dresser, his bedsheets got washed twice a week, and the fridge was stocked with his favourite foods. He even helped Eddie change his bandages while he still had to wear them, making sure no stitches came loose or that no skin was turning green. Steve would gently run his hand over the edges of his dressings, making sure each piece was stuck down correctly with no lifting of creasing. It was nice, in a way, to have someone fuss over him to such a degree. It made him rub himself raw twice a day until his balls actually started to hurt too, but that’s neither here nor there.
Eddie couldn’t dwell too much on that sort of thing. He could practically feel his eyes dilating if he thought about it too much, so he tried to limit it to those times he was alone in the dark with no one to judge him for it. He didn’t want to risk popping an unexplainable boner in the middle of the day. Especially not with how close Steve was standing to him right now.
“It tastes really good,” said Steve. “I swear,”
A small cookie filled with fudge hovered about three inches in front of Eddie’s face, pinched between Steve’s fingers, with a bite already taken out of it. The missing piece was currently stuffed into Steve’s left cheek. It was being held out for Eddie to lean forward and take it right from his hand, as if it was a totally natural thing to suggest. There was no way Eddie could take it without his tongue touching Steve’s fingers. Steve had to know that? Unless he was planning on like, slam dunking it into his mouth or something. Eddie almost smiled at the thought. He would have if he wasn’t focusing on how Steve’s hands might feel in his mouth.
Eddie shook his head wordlessly. There was so much happening inside his brain for him to say anything coherent while also standing in front of a muscular jock in green basketball shorts that Eddie definitely knew was from an old school gym uniform and an honest to god white crop top. The lush spray of hair across Steve’s stomach was hard enough to ignore without Eddie thinking about sucking on his fingers too.
“You sure?” asked Steve.
Eddie nodded.
“More for me,” shrugged Steve, popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth.
Eddie was perched on a stool next to the kitchen breakfast bar while Steve unloaded the groceries that Joyce had sent over via government scientist courier. They tried to tell her that wasn’t their job, but they soon learned that whatever Joyce told them to do quickly became part of their job description. Eddie tried to help, but Steve practically lifted him onto the seat and insisted with a raised finger that he stay. The less said about what that did to Eddie’s imagination the better.
Steve got back to fitting boxes and jars into cabinets and Eddie got back to pretending he wasn’t wishing he could swim in the gap between Steve’s shorts and his hairy thighs. It looked like it would be warm in there, Eddie thought to himself.
Steve’s own scars had healed a lot better than Eddie’s. They looked more like decorations than decimations. They spackled his body like they belonged there without intruding on it. Eddie couldn’t help but be jealous of how being such an action hero suited Steve so easily, whereas he was left looking like an old dog’s favourite chew toy.
“...thing you like?”
Eddie’s eyes snapped up from where they had been focused on the skin just above Steve’s knee. He hadn’t even noticed that Steve had stopped moving entirely. He was standing with one hand leaning against the cabinet he’d just closed and another on his hip, on ankle crossed over the other. The sly grin on his face confirming that yes, Eddie had just been caught staring.
“Huh?” asked Eddie, deciding to play dumb.
“I said,” teased Steve. “See something you like?”
Eddie felt himself turn beet red. The wheels in his head weren’t turning fast enough to come up with an excuse. It must have been ten full seconds of silence before Steve snorted and turned back to what he was doing.
“What’s wrong with you today?" asked Steve. “You’ve been acting weird since you got up,”
That was true, actually. See, Eddie had managed to get up earlier than usual to make his way to the bathroom for his morning piss and to brush his teeth. It was only when he’d gotten as far as the bathroom door, left ajar, and was about to push it open that he realised that the whirring of the shower wasn’t coming from Steve’s en suite. It took another mind boggling moment before he comprehended that through the crack in the shower curtain, he could see Steve himself leaning back against the tiled wall working himself over slowly. The soft moans coming from Steve’s mouth were lost in the sounds of the running water and Eddie could only see half of the pinched expression on his face, but his imagination gladly filled in the rest of the gaps.
What needed no imagination, however, was the size of Steve's dick. Eddie’s jaw dropped open when he saw that Steve could barely close his fist around the width of it, and could easily have wrapped both hands around it and still had room to spare before touching the head. He remembered all the rumours that flew around in school about Horsecock Harrington and the way girls would be sore for days after a night with him, but he always put it down to teenage exaggerations. He made a mental note to check on Nancy Wheeler because hadn’t he taken her virginity? That poor girl. He made a second note to check on Jonathan Byers because that didn’t look like an easy act to follow. Eddie backed away from the door when Steve started fucking his fist in earnest, grabbed at his own chest with his free hand and flung his head back against the wall. Seeing your houseguest creeping on you in the shower would really ruin that post-orgasm glow, Eddie thought.
So yes, he’d been acting weird since he pretended to wake up a half hour later and stumbled into the shower before staring at the drain for half an hour until the water ran lukewarm and he had to wash himself quickly. Forgive a guy for not being able to be normal after something like that.
“ust got some pain,” said Eddie, lifting a hand to vaguely gesture towards his torso. He was glad that his sweatpants were loose enough to hide his dick’s optimistic outlook on things. “Must’ve zoned out. I’ll be fine”
“Oh,” said Steve, his brow furrowing slightly. “Do you need to go lie down?”
“Yeah maybe,” said Eddie, getting to his feet slowly. He was glad of the excuse to leave before Steve started to question why exactly he’d zoned out but still stayed locked on to the curve of his ass in those damn shorts.
Eddie went as quickly as his tattered body would take him up the stairs. He could see Steve watching him through the gaps in the steps, making sure he got to the top without stumbling or needing a break.
-
Eddie wasn’t going to touch himself to the thoughts of Steve feeding him a cookie. He wasn’t. He was not. He was—
His hand was already on his dick.
Lying on his stomach with one arm curled under the pillow and the other trapped underneath his body, he let himself imagine what might have happened next if he had taken the sweet treat being offered. Would Steve have fed him another? Would he have insisted Eddie take the crumbs from his fingers? If there was fudge left on Eddie's lip, would Steve have leaned in and licked it off?
Jesus christ.
Eddie rolled his hips down, humping his mattress slowly while grasping his cock tightly. The feeling was building quickly. Briefly he tried to remember if laundry day was tomorrow or the day after because he needed time to spill some soda over the stain before Steve pulled the sheets off to wash them. Eddie’s toes curled in his socks. He was close. He could feel his dick twitching in his hand as he tried not to strain his stomach too much.
A sharp knock on the door of the bedroom ripped Eddie back from the brink of the impending orgasm. He scrambled to get his hand out of his pants because Steve wasn’t the type to wait for permission to come in after knocking.
“Hey,” said Steve, slowly opening the door. “Are you sleeping?”
“No,” mumbled Eddie. He hoped it wasn’t totally obvious that his breathing wasn’t exactly level. He slid his arm under his pillow to join the other one as he watched Steve hover in the doorway.
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked. “I can make you a grilled cheese or something?”
“No thanks,” Eddie managed to say. The way Steve folded his arms made the crop top ride up even more.
“Your face is all red,” Steve noted. “Do you have a temperature?”
“I’m fine,” said Eddie quickly, burying his face in his pillow.
“You don’t seem fine,” said Steve. His voice was nearer now, and Eddie could hear his socked feet moving slowly across the carpet.
“I’m okay,” pleaded Eddie. “Honestly, I just need to get some rest,”
“Where’s that oil stuff? I’ll put some on for you?”
Eddie choked out a laugh. There was no way he was going to let Steve rub massage oil into him.
“Oh, here it is,”
Fuck.
“Come on,” said Steve softly. “Scoot over,”
Eddie felt the side of the bed dip as Steve leaned down on it.
“And take this off too,”
The hem of Eddie’s t-shirt lifted as Steve tugged at it.
“I’m fine,” Eddie said again, his voice muffled by the fabric of his pillow.
Steve huffed.
“The doc said you need this stuff, so stop arguing,” he said.
“It doesn’t even do anything,” said Eddie, rolling his eyes and trying to wriggle sideways away from Steve. “I’ll be fine after a nap,”
“Don’t be dumb,” Steve told him. Eddie heard the cap clicking open and tried to shuffle sideways faster. He was brought to an abrupt halt when a leg was slung over his thighs, pinning him into place. “Stay still, ”
Eddie wasn’t sure if the noise he made could be considered more of a squeak or a yelp. Either way, the sudden sensation of Steve Harrington straddling him and pushing up his t-shirt to expose his bare back was making his brain grind to a complete stop. Something in his head had sent a signal to the rest of his body that all the blood in his veins was needed in his dick immediately. The rush almost made him feel dizzy. He really hoped he’d gathered up enough good karma universe mojo in the whole heroic sacrifice bit to make sure Steve wouldn’t somehow be able to tell that Eddie was practically piercing a hole in the mattress.
“You’ve gone pale, you’re definitely not ok,”
Oh, fucking, ha ha.
“I’m fine,” Eddie repeated weakly.
The first spill of the cold oil on his back made Eddie hiss, his body instinctively twitching away from it.
“Relax,” Steve hushed quietly. “Let me take care of you,”
Eddie sucked some of the pillow into his mouth to stop himself from making noise when Steve’s giant hands started to sweep across the uneven plains of his flank. His thumbs dug in between the rivets left by monsters’ teeth while his fingers flexed solidly around the curve of Eddie’s ribs.
“You’re so tense,” Steve muttered. Eddie couldn’t help but agree. As much as he wanted to let the tension in his body melt away like it was trying to under Steve’s firm touch, he was afraid that he might let out a moan if he did. He could feel it in the hollow of his throat, building slowly.
Steve’s hands started to rise higher on Eddie’s back, brushing under the fabric of his t-shirt, rumpled under his armpits. Eddie’s arms were still trapped under the pillow.
“How does it feel?” asked Steve, digging the palm of his hand into the space between Eddie’s shoulder blades.
“Nice,” admitted Eddie in a low voice. “S’helping,”
Truth be told, Steve was working out some knots that Eddie hadn’t even realised were there. He quietly lamented the fact that this might be the only ever massage he’d get from his friend, but as long as he kept the memory of this he’d have enough jerk off material for life.
After several minutes, Eddie couldn’t help but to let himself enjoy the feeling. He sighed and let his shoulders go slack, sinking another inch or so into his pillow. He let the material out from between his teeth and half-wondered if he might be able to fall asleep just like this.
“Sometimes,” mused Steve. “You remind me of a stray cat,”
“Rude,” mumbled Eddie.
“It’s true,” he continued, his hands making wide rotations around the length of Eddie’s back. “You’re all prickly and hissy, but once you’re warm and fed, you’re everybody’s best friend,”
“ Rude, ” Eddie repeated with mock indignation. He could hear Steve laugh gently above him.
“That’s kind of how it felt when you first came here,” he said. “Like I had to bribe you out from under the couch with treats just so I could check that you didn’t rip the stitches the vet put in,”
Eddie’s neck prickled, his breathing getting ever so slightly heavier.
“Building that trust, letting you get to know me, right up until…” Steve said with an inhale. “I have you eating out of my hand,”
Eddie thought of the cookie from earlier. Goosebumps exploded across his body. Steve’s hands started to move in tighter circles on either side of Eddie’s spine.
“But we’re not quite there yet,” said Steve.
His hands smoothed out sideways when they reached the small of Eddie’s back, his pinky fingers catching on the edge’s of Eddie’s waistband. When they came to rest on his hips, Steve sighed in apparent contemplation.
“Do you need me to go lower?” asked Steve. His fingertips tugged gently at the waistband. Not pulling it down, just adding pressure. Eddie was frozen. Between his brain ceasing all activity except to make his dick harder than it had been in his life and the feeling of Steve’s body weight across his thighs, he barely even registered the little uh huh noise he made. He lifted his hips almost subconsciously, letting Steve nudge his waistband down until it was nestled under the small swell of his ass.
“That’s it…” said Steve. “Just relax…”
Steve’s hands slowly started to continue the massage down along Eddie’s hips, to the outside of his thigh. He held in a gasp when Steve’s warm palms made their way over his ass cheeks, half afraid that making too much noise would break some sort of spell. Or wake him up from whatever dream he was in the middle of.
The tips of Steve’s thumbs worked their way slowly inwards. Steve was basically kneading the muscle now, each of his hands covering the entirety of it. Eddie’s breathing hitched when the cleft of his ass parted gently. He couldn’t hold in the ah sound that escaped through his barely parted lips when one of Steve’s thumbs grazed against the downy hair around his hole, the glide slickened by the abundance of the oil that was on his hands. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe Steve didn’t actually mean it and his slippery hands just sort of, fell in there? Eddie didn’t know, this was sort of unchartered territory for him. He had half convinced himself that Steve was about to jump up and run out the room in embarrassment, when his hands slowed almost to a stop with Eddie’s ass cheeks pulled neatly apart. Steve gave a small hum in what sounded almost like approval before Eddie felt the pad of his thumb press very deliberately against him. Eddie twitched sharply forwards against the bed and had to bite the inside of his lip to keep back a full blown moan at the friction it gave against his dick.
“Sorry,” said Steve, continuing the movements of the massage. “Was that weird?”
“No,” said Eddie quickly. It was, but not in the ‘oh god get away from me’ way. It had more of a ‘jesus lord please do it again’ vibe.
“You’re so tense,” mumbled Steve, thumbs exploring their way towards his core once more. “Can I try something?”
Eddie’s head was swimming.
“Sure,” Eddie breathed out, aiming for casual and missing by a mile.
Steve shifted his weight back and shuffled down the bed, pulling Eddie’s sweatpants down a few extra inches as he did. The weight that had been resting over Eddie’s thighs was now keeping his calves pinned down. Eddie felt the mattress on either side of his hips dip down, followed by a brush of cotton over the back of his legs.
“Thanks,” whispered Steve. “Always wanted to try this,”
Eddie suddenly realised that what he was feeling was Steve lowering himself face first down onto him. He could feel the breath of Steve’s words against the back of his balls. Steve nosed at the hair there, before moving a hand to pull apart the skin once more. There was a moment of stillness where Eddie had just enough time to panic about the state of himself before remembering he’d showered that morning.
The first swipe of Steve’s tongue over Eddie’s hole shot through him like lightning. He clutched at the pillow, his whole body going taught like a bow. Steve pulled back before licking over him again, dragging his tongue from the bottom of Eddie’s sack right to the small of his back.
Steve’s hand flexed against Eddie’s hip.
“Stay still,” he said, quiet but firm, resting on his elbows to use both hands to hold Eddie in place. “Okay?”
“Uh huh,” Eddie squeaked out. He could feel the sweat building up on the back of his neck as Steve continued on.
His tongue circled around the tight muscle, poking through the rim gingerly at first before bullying its way in without hesitation. Eddie let out a cry and pushed his face into his pillow. He tried to squirm but Steve had him held fast. He had to settle for flexing his feet and curling his toes while he rode through the building feeling of tightness in his gut.
“How’s it feel?” asked Steve, breathless when he rested his forehead against Eddie’s waist.
“Don’t stop,” Eddie choked out. “Please?”
Steve laughed and nipped lightly at the skin on Eddie’s back.
“You want more?” he asked. Eddie could feel a fingertip trailing along the path of saliva left by his tongue.
“Please,” begged Eddie again.
Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he teased his finger in a light pressure against Eddie’s hole before pushing it in until the first knuckle.
Fuck, his hands were huge.
“How much more?” mumbled Steve, sounding amused.
Eddie was the one who didn’t answer now. He tried to move back against the finger that was part way inside him but Steve just moved it back to stop it going any further.
“How much?” he asked again.
“ More ,” was all Eddie could say.
Steve hummed, and pushed his finger in again until his palm met the skin of Eddie’s ass.
He didn’t pull back this time when Eddie arched his back up to meet the movement. Steve pressed the full length of his finger downwards, rubbing against the soft walls inside him in a lazy rhythm. Eddie could feel the stretch of such a new intrusion, having never been brave enough to try it himself. Steve spent a few minutes pumping his hand leisurely into Eddie until a sudden jolt went up Eddie’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped.
“Oh,” murmured Steve. “There it is,”
A second finger pushed its way inside Eddie alongside the first, both of them now pressing more precisely against the spot that made Eddie see stars. Steve didn’t seem to mind him trying to move as much now, letting him squirm around underneath him as much as he wanted. Steve lifted his head from its position on Eddie’s waist before dipping his tongue back down to lap at the tight ring around his fingers.
“Fuck,” gasped Eddie again. He could hear the small moans Steve was giving as he licked around him, feeling spit and oil pool over his balls. “ Fuck , I’m gonna– Jesus christ, ”
Just as the knot building in Eddie’s stomach was about to come undone, Steve pushed himself back up on his elbows and slowly pulled his fingers out. Eddie keened at the loss, cold air hitting wet skin unpleasantly.
Steve moved back up so he was once again sitting over Eddie’s thighs. He resumed his broad strokes of movement around Eddie’s back, before uncapping the oil to add more to the quickly drying skin.
Eddie felt his breathing slow down as he came back from the edge. Shoving your fingers and tongue up your friend's ass was all well and good, but apparently making him cum would be a step too far. Eddie almost snorted when he wondered if this was a massage technique Steve had picked up in the Hawkins High locker rooms from the likes of Tommy Hagan.
Steve's hands moved up towards Eddie’s shoulders. It made his whole body rock forward, so he was practically leaning over Eddie with each movement.
“You know,” sighed Steve. “You’re still pretty tense,”
Eddie opened his mouth to reply but Steve rocked forward again, letting his knees slide out slightly so his body pressed further down onto Eddie’s.
“Fuck,” breathed Eddie, now feeling Steve’s dick, apparently just as hard as his own, pushed against his tail bone while his fingers dug into Eddie’s shoulders. “I am?”
Eddie knew he was. His fingers were holding so tightly to the underside of his pillow that they were going numb.
“Yeah,” said Steve as if it was some terribly sad situation. “I could do something to help, if you wanted….”
“Like…like what?”
Steve hummed in fake contemplation while he resumed his massage.
“You asked for more earlier,” he said. “I can give you more,”
“More?” asked Eddie with a gulp.
“A lot more,” Steve told him. “If you want it, I mean,”
Eddie let out a shaky breath when Steve swooped his hands in one long movement down his back to squeeze his ass again before going up his sides.
“Or I can just keep doing his,” Steve said, rubbing small circles over Eddie’s shoulder blades. “ Or I can leave. It’s really up to you,”
Eddie almost bit his tongue in his rush to say more.
Steve gave a small chuckle. Eddie felt him shuffling around before his crop top was deposited on the bed next to them. The oil was uncapped again and dribbled across the small of Eddie’s back, flowing down between his ass cheeks.
Steve let out a long breath and a contented sound. He leaned forward and let himself fall over Eddie, blanketing his body. The shirt that was still rucked up under Eddie’s armpits creased between them. The first touch of Steve’s chest to Eddie’s back felt like red hot fire. Every chest hair that touched him was like a tiny lightning rod sending sparks right through him. Steve leaned on his forearm and held Eddie’s hip with the other hand.
“Have you ever done this before?” asked Steve, right into Eddie’s ear.
Eddie trembled, feeling Steve’s bare cock slide against his ass. So this is what he meant by ‘a lot more’. He shook his head against the pillow, embarrassment prickling at his temples.
“No?” asked Steve, amused. “No one’s ever had you like this before?”
Eddie shook his head again. A quick handjob from a cheerleader with her eyes closed for a discount on a bag of parsley and three vitamin B pills wasn’t really the kind of experience Eddie thought counted here.
“Fuck,” huffed Steve. Eddie could smell the vanilla scented oil on his breath, his dick throbbing at the reason why. “That’s really fucking hot,”
Steve almost laughed when he said it.
“I used to do that a lot,” he continued, stroking Eddie’s hip lightly. “For girls who wanted some experience before a big date, or right before prom,”
“You did?” asked Eddie. Steve’s head was on the opposite side that he was facing, so he could only feel it when Steve nodded against him.
“Uh huh,” he said. “They were always so disappointed with their boyfriends after me…”
Yeah, Eddie was definitely going to check in with Byers tomorrow.
“I like it, you know?” said Steve, slowly moving his body so that his dick started to glide in between the crack of Eddie’s ass. “Knowing that I’m the standard, that I'm the one that has the one thing that they can never take back… Fuck, it really drives me crazy…”
It was driving Eddie crazy too.
“I’ll take care of you, Eddie,” whispered Steve, lifting his head to plant soft kisses on the back of his neck. “If you’ll let me, I’ll make it so nice. Will you let me have it?”
Eddie could hardly believe that Steve Harrington was lying half naked on top of him, begging for his virginity.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie managed to stammer out. “It’s yours,”
That was apparently the exact right thing to say, because Steve gave a deep moan and pressed his hips forward harshly, shunting Eddie up a bed a half inch.
Steve took his hand off Eddie’s hip and reached between his own legs to start stroking himself. His lips stayed on the back of Eddie’s neck, his knuckles knocking against Eddie’s ass while he coated himself in the massage oil.
“Just relax,” said Steve. He planted his knees into the bed for stability while he lined himself up against Eddie’s barely stretched hole and pushed forward. “Just relax… ”
Eddie could not, in fact, relax. The hard, blunt pressure sent a jolt of pain through him. He made a low sound of discomfort, his body lurching.
“You’re okay,” cooed Steve. “Relax, relax ,”
Eddie wanted to yell at Steve that repeating relax wouldn’t make it happen, but his voice was deciding not to work. Eddie tried to force himself to lie flat against the bed instead of letting his back arch but he couldn’t help it. His nerves were screeching at him to wriggle away despite his dick telling him to stay exactly where he was.
“Relax,” said Steve again, pushing forward once more.
His mouth was on the back of Eddie’s neck again. Only this time, instead of soft lips, Eddie felt teeth. Steve bit down on the skin right above the top notch of Eddie’s spine. He held the mouthful of flesh in his jaw while he rocked his hips more deliberately, breaking down the last of the resistance that Eddie’s body was holding onto.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie whined when the head of Steve’s dick started to bury itself inside him.
Steve licked against the bitten skin between his teeth while he pulled back gently before thrusting forward once more. In one long, slow continuous motion, Steve sunk himself entirely inside of Eddie, his way aided by the copious amounts of massage oil he’d applied.
“Oh fuck, ” Eddie repeated at a slightly higher pitch.
Eddie’s heart was beating a mile a minute. His breathing had gone shallow while his body adjusted to the feeling of being split in half. He felt tears prickle at the edge of his eyes.
Steve’s hand returned to Eddie’s hip. His thumb rubbed over him slowly, as if to soothe him. The arch in Eddie’s back flattened now, Steve’s weight almost entirely on him from where he straddled over him.
The pressure Eddie could feel bearing down on him was borderline unbearable. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His shoulders were raised up towards his ears. He never wanted it to end. The spot that Steve had rubbed so intently with his fingers was sending shooting stars through Eddie’s pelvis from the weight of the cock resting against it.
Eddie tried to rock his body backwards but Steve had him so thoroughly pinned that all he could do was weakly kick his legs. A small ball of frustration grew inside him.
“Steve,’ moaned Eddie. “Please…”
Steve took the hint and started to roll his hips. He pulled his cock out the barest inch before sliding it back into Eddie’s ass. It was a maddeningly slow motion. It gave Eddie both too much and not enough stimulation. He tried to buck up to meet Steve’s hips but the grip on his hip tightened until he laid still. The heat of a stretch in his ass started to give way to the pleasure that radiated from inside him.
Eddie moaned softly with each thrust that went into him. Small noises were punched gently out of him, like there simply wasn’t enough room to keep them inside his body while Steve was there too.
Steve started to pull out further each time before pushing his way back as deep inside Eddie as he could. The feeling of their balls rubbing across each other made flashes appear across Eddie’s vision. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to imagine what Steve’s face might look like. He thought back to that morning in the bathroom when he had watched Steve jerk off. He moaned again, louder this time, when it dawned on him that holy fuck, that was the exact same cock that was currently inside him.
Steve drew himself almost fully out until just the head of his cock was caught inside Eddie asshole. Eddie could feel the way the skin pulled tighter around the bulb of the head.
“That’s it,” said Steve, finally realising the bite so he could look down at where he had Eddie stretched around him. “You fit around me just right. I could stay here forever, huh? Just like this?”
“Yeah,” whined Eddie. “Stay, stay,”
Steve let out a groan as he sunk inside fully again in a quick, fluid motion. Eddie gave a yelp at the pace, a noticeable step up from where they had been. Steve pushed himself up onto his hand and held himself aloft over Eddie so he could put more of his weight behind every thrust. It changed the angle slightly so that each time he snapped himself forward his cock battered the spot inside Eddie that made his eyes cross.
“Want me to stay inside you?” asked Steve, his breathing growing ragged. “Want me to have you on my cock like this all the time?”
Steve increased his speed again. The bed beneath them squeaked in a steady rhythm, harmonised when each of Eddie’s moans.
“Yeah,” mewled Eddie, barely recognising his own voice. “Want it, want it,”
Eddie strained his neck so he could turn his head to finally catch a look at Steve’s face. Steve was flushed pink across his cheeks. His tongue was prodding out against his top lip, pointed out to one side of his open mouth. His eyes were heavy but laser focused, watching his cock repeatedly punch into Eddie’s ass. Eddie wondered what it looked like, if it was red and puffy, if the slight sting of the stretch that remained was apparent to Steve just from seeing how he was wrapped so tightly around his cock.
Steve’s gaze flicked up when he saw the movement of Eddie’s head. They locked eyes and a smile split Steve’s face. Eddie mewled and dropped his head back to the pillow. The sight of Steve looking so happy to be ploughing into him would never leave Eddie’s mind. He could already feel the cresting wave of an orgasm fast approaching, and that brought it ever closer.
Eddie got his hands under his shoulders and tried to push himself up. He tried to deepen the arch in his back in order to bounce up to meet Steve’s thrusts. He wanted to hear how loud the sound of smacking skin could get when it bounced off the walls around them.
Steve had other ideas. The second Eddie’s chest was off the bed, Steve was back down on him. He bit down on the same spot on the back of Eddie’s neck and leaned his whole chest against his back. With an honest to goodness growl, Steve grabbed each of Eddie’s hips and pinned him helplessly underneath him again.
“Steve,” gasped Eddie. “ Steve, fuck, so good, feels, fuck, feels so good, don’t stop, please,”
Eddie knew he was babbling but he didn’t care. He just needed to make every noise he could at that moment. Steve’s thrusts started to falter, his pelvis resting against Eddie’s ass for a split second before pulling back out to go again. When he did slam back in, he bucked his hips forward, getting deeper than Eddie thought possible. He was sure he could feel his stomach pressing harder into the bed where Steve’s cock was pushing against it from the inside. Eddie shoved his hand between himself and the mattress, holding it against his stomach. Sure enough, the next time Steve plunged into him, he could feel his abdomen shift under the movement, like Steve was carving out a place inside Eddie just for himself. Steve reached up and gripped Eddie’s other hand, engulfing it in his hold.
Eddie’s senses blurred as he came. Rather than the cresting wave he was expecting, it came like a tsunami. It felt for the briefest second like it had backed away entirely, before he was overcome instantly and powerless to stop it. Eddie’s legs shook while it roared through him, the blood rushing in his ears making him dizzy.
Steve started to grunt. His teeth gripped Eddie’s neck tighter, making him cry out. With two final strong thrusts, hard enough to make Eddie consider that he might be left with a bruise, Steve followed Eddie over the cliff towards bliss.
Eddie always thought he might be able to feel some sort of spray if someone ever came inside him, but the only sensation he could decipher was the feeling of Steve’s cock twitching in his ass.
Steve continued to grind slowly against him as his orgasm rolled through his body. He opened his teeth and licked over the spot that Eddie wondered if he might be bleeding from.
Eddie felt boneless. The weight of Steve’s body on top of his felt like the only thing keeping him from floating away. The immediate release of tension from his shoulders made him wheeze.
Steve was kissing his neck now. Eddie could feel his oil slick lips moving around his skin and towards his jaw.
“Are you okay?” murmured Steve into Eddie’s ear, kissing his way around it.
Eddie nodded into his pillow, making as much of an affirmative noise as he could. Steve laughed softly. Eddie felt it more than he heard it in the way Steve’s chest moved against him.
“Relaxed?” asked Steve.
Eddie made the same noise again, flinging his arm around behind him to try to wrap it around Steve.
“Stay,” muttered Eddie, suddenly feeling very tired. His body was spent, every muscle in his body totally slack.
“As long as you need,” Steve replied, continuing his trail of kisses across the side of Eddie’s face.
They stayed like that for a while, Eddie enjoying the feeling of being so melted into his bed. Neither of them made an effort to detangle their bodies.
“Steve,” said Eddie, feeling a sharp prickling all of a sudden. “ Steve, ”
“Hmmm?” Steve sounded like he was asleep right on top of him.
“I need, you need to, fuck,” said Eddie, panic spiking in his brain. He was a little too relaxed. He had to move fast. “You need to get up, I need to piss, hurry,”
“No,” said Steve, his voice syrupy and he licked back over the bite mark on Eddie’s neck again. “No, just let it go,”
“I can’t…What?” said Eddie. “No, I can’t piss on the bed, move, come on,”
“Sure you can,” cooed Steve. He snaked a hand under Eddie. Eddie’s own hand was still there, still feeling the spot where the head of Steve’s cock had bulged out of him. Steve put his hand under Eddie’s and pressed into his stomach. “Want you to give me that too,”
“I…I can’t…” Eddie protested weakly.
“Yeah you can…” whispered Steve. “Just give it all to me, that’s it, be a good boy now…”
That’s what did it, funnily enough. That’s what flipped the switch in Eddie’s brain to let his bladder loose. The wetness trickled through the sheets, a slow puddle growing from underneath him. The last of the tension flowed from his bones, his hips loosening further.
“See?” said Steve, nipping the edge of Eddie’s earlobe. “All better now. That wasn’t so hard, was it? We’ll go get cleaned up once it’s all out of you,”
Eddie nodded his head and let Steve lick into his ear. He shuddered at the feeling of his tongue.
“Stay,” said Eddie once more, lacing the fingers of his trapped hand with Steve’s as they both felt the moisture from below them.
He felt Steve smile against the side of his head.
“As long as you need,”