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Eddie was nervous.
Nervous in a new way, in a way he wasn’t quite used to. Like. Sure, he was a pretty easy going guy most of the time. Weed usually helped with that. But there were plenty of things in life where weed could not be applied like a bandaid. Unless, you know. Both adults consented and discussed it prior to-
The point was that Eddie was used to his life being a little strange. He worked at a coffee shop half the time and did tech for local shows when he had free time. He paid union fees and got drinks with his sometimes coworkers. He interspersed his weekends with punk shows and dnd and on rare occasions, a club by the name of Satin. Satin was an interesting place, to say the least.
Eddie met Steve outside of the club, shockingly enough. He was actually working a show, some local production of The Rite of Spring. Steve Harrington was a very welcome distraction from the boredom of running spotlight. He was five years older than Eddie with defined abdominal muscles and the ass of a god. He could dance on his toes like a real ballerina, had hair spun from silk. Big hazel eyes and a killer smile. He was practically angelic. Eddie had never been so overtly horny in public. Ever. Even when he was a prepubescent little shit. Steve was kryptonite, Eddie was pretty sure. Everyone wanted him, everyone watched him like a hawk. There was not a world that existed where a guy like Steve would ever be interested in a guy like Eddie.
Nope. Not at all. It didn’t exist.
But.
Steve approached Eddie first, his flirtations tactics enough to nearly have Eddie falling off the stage. Steve caught him, the lights glittered, the end. It felt a lot like a fairytale, being held in the muscular arms of a man that Eddie was almost certain he had dreamt up. Steve was a real fantasy come to life. It didn’t take much for Eddie to give in, though he wouldn’t call it ‘giving in’ at all. He was the lucky one in this scenario.
They went on two dates before Steve broke the news. Only, it wasn’t really news to Eddie. Well, it was shocking that Steve also frequented the Satin club, but Eddie wasn’t shocked by its existence. Not at all. Because Eddie had been before, though he was too much of a baby to participate in any public fondling or spanking.
He was….considering it.
Eddie was simply a frequent corner flier, his back pressed firmly to the wall as he watched complete strangers get up to all sorts of debauchery. It was almost hypnotic, all those visits spent being nearly invisible. But Eddie hadn’t gone on any nights that coincided with Steve, it seemed. He would have remembered. For sure. Steve was kind of he’d to forget.
It was patently obvious how things were going to go. Steve was headstrong and sexy, the kind of guy who could easily make Eddie choke on his food if he wasn’t careful. And Steve loved it. He loved the power, loved the control. He was used to getting people’s attention and Eddie was…..pretty easy, actually. Easy going, easy to fuck. He wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. Striking gold with Steve only made Eddie worse, it seemed. More prone to moments of dumbness, thoughts fading out as he allowed Steve to take the metaphorical steering wheel. It was exactly what Eddie needed. Without ever realizing he needed it.
They slept with each other on the third date. Full send. Eddie had the image of Steve riding him imprinted on the backs of his fucking eyelids. As if he could ever forget, right? Everything they did was groundbreaking and cinematic and Eddie was pretty sure his friends were dead tired of hearing about his sex life by now. It hadn’t even been very long.
But. Sex with Steve.
They’d done a few….things since then.
Steve was a little mean.
In a sweet, condescending way. Which was unfortunately Eddie’s Thing. He loved it, even if part of him was deeply embarrassed by his own intense reactions to Steve’s little attitude. Steve was hotter than he had any right to be, sure. But he was also incredibly sweet and confident. He balanced it all so well, giving Eddie enough comfort and praise to level out all the harshness. Eddie wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten Steve. He was mostly trying to not fuck it all up, worried that he would somehow become Too Much on a random Thursday and Steve would wake up and realize that Eddie actually wasn’t his type at all.
Eddie just needed to stop allowing himself to be….so anxious. He was too anxious. Steve knew this about him already.
So. He had plans. Plans that Steve had made.
Steve wanted to go to Satin. It wouldn’t be their first time there as a couple, but it would be the first time they would participate in…whatever Steve had planned. He had asked Eddie for his usual limits, prefacing that he wouldn’t want to do anything Eddie wasn’t completely comfortable with in front of a large group of people.
Which was fair.
Eddie kind of got the gist of it.
It was mostly-
Eddie had a thing for being watched. He had let it slip to Steve on more than one occasion, mostly because Steve was an awful little bully when he wanted to be. Eddie liked being watched, okay? He was pretty sure it had something to do with the time he had gotten a handy on a couch at a house party during high school. No one had even noticed, but that didn’t stop Eddie from getting off to the thought of it. It was a concept that had haunted him for most of his adult life. Steve wanted to know why, how, and where the obsession hard started. Which didn’t feel fair. It was not an obsession. Eddie didn’t need to fuck in front of people to live, okay? He just….kind of always wanted to. Or at least- they could start small and work their way up to it. Allow Eddie some breathing room.
But Eddie wanted to start somewhere.
And he had extra incentive.
Steve knew Eddie hated Tommy Hagan. Who also frequented the club. Hate was a strong word, maybe. Tommy was….kind of a dick. He wasn’t even a reformed dick, was the thing. Eddie had almost turned around and left the club the first time he saw Hagan strutting around in a chest harness. He was just….so fucking annoying. A stain on Eddie’s otherwise happy night out with Steve.
It was bad enough that Steve had to stop him from leaving, actually. But it was fine now. Eddie could deal with Tommy.
Eddie was embarrassed that he had blurted out the worst question possible as they readied themselves for the night. He had asked Steve, “So, uh. Have you and Tommy ever…?”
Steve had laughed for half a minute, face going bright red.
“Fucking no,” He had answered eventually, much to Eddie’s stark relief. Thank fuck, right? “He would have loved to, but no. Tommy is a strict bottom. I like variety. And you know what I prefer.”
Eddie did know.
Steve talked about Eddie’s dick like it was a mythical creature sometimes. So, he knew.
Whatever. It was fine. It was fine that Eddie’s high school bully knew Steve. It was fine that he kept trying to chat Steve up. Whatever. Eddie could deal with that.
Or….
He could, you know. Make things worse for Tommy. Steve rarely did live scenes at the club. He hadn’t done one in years, he’d said. He mostly just mingled. But he wanted to do one with Eddie. He had planned it all out, giddy with excitement. So in a way….
Eddie won. Right? He won. Over Tommy.
Which was probably a weird and shitty way to think about it. Steve wasn’t- yeah, he was a prize. But he was also a whole human being with thoughts and feelings. Eddie had a boyfriend. An entire, real life boyfriend. One that his mom would love. Uncle Wayne too.
If only Eddie could just…
Get out of his own head.
That was okay, Steve would do it for him.
—
Eddie scratched at his chest, hidden beneath the grey hoodie he wore like a shield. He felt dorky even walking into Satin, he always did. Everyone was dressed up or down. Some of them looked like models, others looked like the average Joe. Eddie had no reason to be so nervous. No one even glanced sideways at him once he entered. No one was judging him.
Eddie had gotten a ride to the club this time, deciding to meet Steve in the back. Where they could converse and find a room and-
Do what they came here to do.
Whatever that might be.
Eddie knew that arriving separately might allow him to get into a certain mindset. It was one of the only ways for him to work through his tumultuous anxiety. Steve understood that about him. He needed to be alone for a bit so that he didn’t overthink this entire thing, allowing his nerves to get the best of him once again. He wanted this. Very badly.
But of course, Eddie could never have peace.
As soon as he walked through the door, he was cut off by Tommy. With a smug look on his face, hiding what Eddie thought might be-
Pure contempt.
Yeah, that made sense. Eddie wondered if he had seen the schedule for tonight. He likely had, seeing as how Hagan rarely did anything outside of the club. Almost like he had no real life outside of- That wasn’t fair, Eddie was just being mean. He was sure that Hagan had a perfectly normal life in the outside world.
“You do know there’s a dress code, right?”
Eddie resisted the urge to roll his eyes, fiddling with the band around his wrist. Tommy had no clue that him and Steve had made it official a couple of weeks ago. He was in for a nasty shock with that one.
“No, there isn’t.” And Eddie wasn’t wrong. He knew there was no strict dress code, just a few suggestions. It didn’t matter. All he had to do was take his stupid hoodie off. And his pants, but that was another beast. As much as Eddie wanted to fulfill his exhibitionist kink, he was still an anxious guy. “I have to get through, so-“
“He only likes you because you’re easy.”
Okay, fucking rude.
“What is your problem?” Eddie asked in exasperation, tempted to alert a guard to Tommy’s fucked up attitude. He’d been like this for ages, sure. He’d never been nice to Eddie. But now he was worse, even if coming out meant he couldn’t belittle Eddie for being gay anymore. “Seriously? Are you that mad that I- I can’t help you get laid, Tommy.”
He didn’t like that one so much.
“I don’t need your- I was just saying. Steve doesn’t stay with men for long, you know. He moves on pretty quick.”
Whatever.
Eddie hated that Tommy’s playground insults were beginning to actually bother him a little. No, he shouldn’t let it bother him at all.
“You’re so immature,” Eddie said, sighing loudly as he pushed past Tommy. “I don’t have time for this.”
Whatever else Tommy had to say was drowned out by music as Eddie opened the next door.
—
“Why do you look….” Steve trailed off as Eddie stepped into the closed off scene room. It was nice that it wasn’t nearly as loud in here.
There wasn’t too much going on in the small room. A couch, a few chairs. Some standing room. A post in the middle of the room that Eddie had seen plenty of people tied up to. That was kind of the whole point of its presence. He had a feeling he knew exactly where tonight would be going.
“Huh?” Eddie was distracted again. Still ruffled by Tommy’s attitude and comments. Steve looked concerned, zipping up the bag he had brought with him and walking toward Eddie. “Oh, I’m fine.”
Steve took one look at Eddie, eyes squinting in suspicion. He could always tell. Eddie was learning that the hard way, it seemed. Steve and his all knowing gaze.
“Was someone mean to you?” Oh my god. “You didn’t have a hard time with security, did you? Because they hired a new guy and I’m not a big fan of-“
“No!” Eddie rushed to assure Steve, his cheeks heating up. He did feel a bit silly getting so bothers by Tommy’s bitchiness. “It wasn’t- I really am fine.”
Steve was like a bloodhound. Eddie mostly just wanted to focus on how good he looked in his white tshirt and tight jeans. Too good. He was almost shockingly pretty. Eddie couldn’t get over it.
“Was it Tommy?” Steve guessed, groaning when Eddie couldn’t quite hide his grimace. Right. Eddie was terrible with secrets. “He is such a little fucker-“
“Steve.”
“I can get him kicked out, you know. It wouldn’t even be hard-“
“Steve-“
“All I would have to do is-“
Eddie stepped forward and kissed Steve, hands to his shoulders as he tried to shut him up. It did work. Steve stumbled back a second later, looking stunned for once. But pleased, that too. He looked pleased to be interrupted.
Good.
“It’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging slowly. Because he found that Steve’s adamant rant against Tommy was enough for Eddie to feel comforted. It really was that easy. Tommy didn’t get to see this side of Steve. Not that he got to see much of Steve at all, to be completely honest. He wasn’t the lucky one here. “I think- he’s just a bit jealous, that’s all. I mean, look at you.”
“Me?” Steve asked, reaching out to tug at Eddie’s hoodie zipper, working it down. “Look at you. Is this all for me?”
As if Steve hadn’t told Eddie to wear something slutty. Told, not asked. Because that was how they worked. Steve told Eddie what to do and Eddie listened.
“Yeah, it is.” Eddie swallowed roughly, all thoughts of Tommy cast aside as Steve pulled the zipper down further. Eddie didn’t have much on. Steve liked this one shoulder harness he wore, crossed over his shoulders blades. It made him look more broad. “I wanted to look good.”
“You look cute,” Steve said, smiling as he thumbed at one of Eddie’s nipples. Eddie shivered, breath coming out sharp now. “Would you like to know what we’re doing tonight?”
Yes.
Eddie didn’t even need to answer.
“I can show you,” Steve said, turning back toward his duffel bag. He dug inside it for a moment, pulling out a familiar little toy that Eddie had yet to use. A cock ring. “I figured we could work on your self control, yeah? I know you have a whole thing about your nipples, so. Can’t have you getting off too quickly and embarrassing me, can I?”
Eddie appreciated Steve’s ability to frame it in a humiliating way. It was more likely that Steve knew (he did know) that Eddie had issues…arriving early and he was trying to prevent him from causing himself more embarrassment. Eddie only liked being embarrassed by Steve. But….this was good too. Having other people involved.
“That sounds…good.”
Steve tilted his head, gaze going dark.
“Does it? Would you like to give me some more enthusiasm?”
Uh oh.
“Yes- yes, sir.” Just like that, Eddie was hard. How could he not be? Steve was so…. “How would you like me to-“
“Get on your knees and say thank you like a good puppy,” Steve teased, knowing that the nickname would only make Eddie more red faced and sweaty. He sort of hated that it had started as a big joke. It definitely wasn’t a joke anymore. “Don’t make me put a muzzle on you.”
See? Less of a joke now.
Eddie went down onto his knees, watching as Steve stepped closer. He leaned down, resting one hand in the fabric of Eddie’s hoodie. He pulled at it.
“Arms up, there you go.”
Fuck.
Eddie felt cold as he was exposed, pants still on.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Eddie said, going a bit foggy once Steve stood in front of him again. Steve reached out to touch his jaw, fingers soft and sweet as he cradled Eddie’s face. “And for planning all of this.”
“That’s my good boy,” Steve said, his praise causing Eddie to shudder more. “Up now. Let’s get you naked.”
—
Eddie was so not used to being fully naked in front of this many people. He definitely wasn’t used to being semi hard in front of them either, though he was glad he mostly couldn’t see their faces.
Steve had a solution for Eddie’s problem.
“Since you can’t behave,” Steve said, crowding Eddie up against the pillar. Not that he- he couldn’t, not really. Eddie was already tied to it, arms stretched skillfully behind his back. Naked with only a harness to his name. Steve winked at Eddie, very abruptly grabbing his cock and balls. It was a shock to the system, an immediate pain as ice met incredibly sensitive skin. A few people had the audacity to laugh at his pain. “Say thank you.”
Steve was such an asshole.
“Thank you,” Eddie hissed, watching as Steve slipped the ring over his cock and placed it gently against his balls. Eddie felt almost out of his body, almost. It was a risky thing for him, since it never seemed too hard to put him down. “Thank you for- for helping me.”
“Yeah, I know.” Steve looked unbearably fond as he leaned in to kiss Eddie’s forehead. “Sorry, I get a little jealous. No need to let everyone see your horse cock, right?”
“We already saw it.”
Eddie felt his face absolutely flame at the unrequested comment, looking to Steve for direction. It was then that Eddie realized. This was all part of it. The audience was allowed to talk about Eddie, to Eddie. Whatever they wanted to-
“Oh fuck,” Eddie moaned as he watched Steve move. He retrieved something from his bag, dangling some nipple clamps off his middle finger. Eddie was done for. “Oh my god.”
“Isn’t he adorable?” Steve asked nobody in particular, grinning at Eddie like he had done something particularly cute. He hadn’t. “And sensitive too.”
Eddie breathed in deep as Steve got closer, the clamps a mild threat. Eddie was glad for the ring around his cock now, despite the painful throb of the cold still stinging him. It only heightened his dizziness, his descent into the clouds.
“He gets kind of wiggly when I-“ Steve attached one end, giggling at the groan Eddie let out. He wasn’t wrong. Eddie did have issues with moving too much. “But I don’t know, I think he’s being pretty good tonight. Should I put the other one on?”
There was vague statements of agreement. If Eddie could have gotten hard, he would have. Oh god, he would have. Something about a dozen people dictating what happened to him…
Eddie was not prepared for the sharp tug Steve gave the clamps once both were own, his mouth falling open in a sharp moan. It went on longer than he wanted it too, prolonging his embarrassment.
Steve was so-
Fucking casual.
“-thought it might rain tonight, but it seems pretty okay out, right? Like I kind of wanted it to-“ He kept tugging at the right clamp, pulling and releasing when he went a little too far. Then he would pinch closer, twisting Eddie’s nipple like a demon. It hurt more than he expected it to. But that was nothing compared to the swooping sensation in his pelvis. He couldn’t get hard at all. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to, but- my god, the reality was so much worse. He felt like he was pulsating, waiting for something to happen.
And these people were talking.
Discussing the weather.
Eddie whined then, high pitched like-
“What’s wrong, puppy? Did you need something?” Steve asked, all faux concern. Eddie shoo his head, ready to do whatever Steve asked. Because he wanted relief, sure. But mostly because he wanted to. Craved to. “No? Then be a good boy and let me play with your nipples, okay?”
Demeaning.
Eddie felt like a prop, like a toy.
It was even worse when Steve slipped a hand down to fondle his dick. Eddie could feel it, of course. He wasn’t numb or anything. But it didn’t feel normal and it gave him absolutely no relief. None at all. Steve squeezed tighter around his balls and Eddie wheezed in delayed pain.
“What’s wrong? Does that hurt?”
Eddie nodded, eyes heavy as Steve kissed his forehead again.
“Yeah, it’s- thank you, feels good.” It didn’t, not really. Not in the normal sense. But it was exactly what Eddie needed to level him out. Steve went back to the clamps, pulling and tugging at them until Eddie was whimpering again. He could hear everyone talking but he couldn’t focus on their actual words. Steve would alternate between the clamps and Eddie’s cock, pinching the head meanly just to watch Eddie squirm. Thank god for the ring because he would have been wet by now otherwise. Time passed quickly, Eddie’s body beginning to melt against the post. He wasn’t wiggling anymore, his entire being focused on the pain in his chest and crotch. It was- it was good, but awful. Intense and terrible and so fucking- Eddie waited for each tug, trying to anticipate what Steve might do next. He could never tell, had not yet been able to read Steve like that. Maybe he’d never be able to at all.
Eddie preferred it that way.
Allowing Steve to do what he liked and having no defenses against it. He knew that wasn’t true, he could stop at anytime. But this was- this was so much better than he had thought it would be, fading away abd going cloudy.
It wasn’t long before-
“There you go,” Steve soothed, unclamping the clips slowly and making little noises of sympathy as Eddie gasped in pain. It was coming back to him now, a flood of endorphins. Everyone was gone, Eddie could tell. The door was closed too. “You did such a good job, baby. Never had anyone be so good and patient for me. We can work up to something bigger next time, yeah? You did so good.”
Eddie basked in the praise, too focused on Steve’s movements to think of much else. Everyone was already gone, so that meant-
That meant that they could do whatever they wanted to do, right? Eddie was seconds from begging, mouth hanging open in a continuous groan as Steve removed the cock ring. It hurt worse now, all that blood flowing down to where it belonged. He was hard now, almost dizzy from the suddenness of it all.
Steve dropped to his knees so fast, Eddie knew he had to have already locked the door.
“Ah!” Eddie gasped as Steve worked his mouth over his cock, swallowing him down like a pro and bobbing his head. Eddie thrashed his head back and forth, near tears after what had to have been an hour of nipple and ball play. He was sore and used and- fuck, Steve’s mouth was so wet. Wet and warm and so good, better than anything Eddie had ever- actually, no. Fucking Steve was better, but this was different. This felt like- like Eddie was going to cum soon if he didn’t focus. The trouble with subspace was that it made it incredibly hard to focus on literally anything else, so. Eddie was definitely not in the space of mind to stop himself in any way.
He was shaking his way through self restraint, flimsy as fuck after Steve took that stupid little ring off and allowed him to have even a second of relief. It was like he had given Eddie infinite permission by taking it off and not telling Eddie to not cum. That was the thing, Steve always gave Eddie directions if he didn’t want him to-
Oh god. Fuck. It was almost impossible to distract himself from how good it felt, his spine practically tingling as Steve worked him over. He was too good at this, sparking up random jealousy in Eddie’s mind. Who else had gotten to feel this? Who else had gotten to experience Steve on his knees like this? Still in complete control, despite being in a vulnerable position.
Steve sucked him hard, cheeks hollowing out as he glanced up at Eddie. Eyes hooded like a porn star. Eddie did not stand a chance. Maybe three minutes, minute five. He wasn’t sure how long it took at all, just that he wasn’t sure whimpering loudly by the time he did cum. Grateful for the fact that no one else got to witness this part of him. The humiliation was enough to get him there, now all he needed was Steve.
Eddie twitched through his orgasm, knees going weak as Steve swallowed hard around him. Eddie could barely focus on anything else. Just Steve and his mouth, both hands wrapped around Eddie’s thin hips. Pulling him in, trying to get as much as he could out of Eddie. It was intense enough that it only sent Eddie further into subspace. His eyelids fluttered, growing sensitive as Steve began to suck at his softening cock.
Eventually, he pulled away, wiping at the back of his mouth. He grinned up at Eddie, leaning forward to kiss his hip.
“Just wanted to take the edge off,” Steve said, voice just a bit hoarse. “I’m not done with you. Gonna get you home, show you how cute I think you are. You deserve a good reward.”
A reward could mean anything with someone like Steve. It could be a good thing. Steve riding Eddie until he cried, hands tied up above his head. It could be something much worse, like Eddie get paddled as he lay over Steve’s legs. It could be fucking anything, that was the most exciting part.
Steve had a certain look in his eyes as he stood back up, brushing his jeans off. He was still so pristine in his white shirt, still put together. The only thing out of place were his swollen lips. He looked like he meant business, like his plans didn’t just end with the club tonight.
Eddie was in for it.