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“Are you busy?” Steve asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter, holding his side. He squinted at what Eddie was reading. “Fun Club? I know the kids said the school wanted them to change the name, but don’t you think that’s like, a little too far the other direction?”
“It sounds like you’re just jealous you’re not an exclusive member,” Eddie said without looking up. He picked up a pen and began to address an envelope.
“I am fun!” Steve protested, and his voice definitely only cracked because he was indignant and not because Eddie had also pressed his tongue against his upper lip in concentration.
Eddie set down the pen and picked up a stamp. He looked directly into Steve’s eyes as he licked it. “I certainly never said you weren’t.” He had the audacity to wink. “Anyways, it’s not for DND. Henderson wants me to help with his new game but the guide isn’t in stores. They have to check your freak credentials first.”
“I could help,” Steve said as he drew invisible patterns on the linoleum with his finger. For a few moments he had forgotten the gnawing pain, the creeping chill.
“Steve, the only time you played a video game was Pong. And Jane beat you.”
“Hey, I already have Dustin riding my ass about losing at stuff. Isn’t that enough?”
“Yeah, he can be an unholy terror,” Eddie agreed. He stood and slipped the envelope under Steve’s keys. “And now, to answer your question, I’m no longer busy.” He came around the counter but drew up short when he saw Steve cradling his old wound. Eddie’s eyes softened. “I wouldn’t have been busy at all if I had known.”
“I’m fine. It’s just the - neurotic damage, or whatever.”
Eddie shook his head. “Nope, I’m not even taking the bait. You know it’s necrotic damage.”
“Unless we’re at the hospital, then it’s-”
“Nerve damage,” they said in unison.
Eddie reached out and put his hand on top of Steve’s. The warmth chased away the very worst of the chill. “How bad is it?”
Steve shrugged. “Not that bad. I mean like, pretty uncomfortable, but it’s more, you know.”
“You’re worried how long it will last?” Eddie rubbed his thumb over the back of Steve’s hand.
Steve nodded. “Yeah. I know it’ll go away but it’s like, what if this time it doesn’t?” He took a deep breath and looked up. Eddie’s eyes were very brown and very warm. A little more of the chill faded. He swallowed. “I just. I want. I need to be distracted,” he whispered. He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t know why it’s still so hard to ask.”
“You know my philosophy, it just means you need to keep practicing.” Eddie smiled smugly. Steve laughed as he ran his free hand through his hair. Eddie’s voice dropped and softened. “What else do you need, besides being distracted?” Steve shivered. He was grateful he still had on his sweatpants from his nap. When he hesitated, Eddie added in his normal register, “It’s fine if you don’t want to decide anything else.”
Steve looked down at their stacked hands. “I just - I want to be good for you.”
“You always are. Any thoughts on how you want to come? I know you’re uncomfortable.”
Steve tried to imagine how worked up he would be when it came to that point. Most of the pain was in his head, but some of it was a physical ache in his torso. It wasn’t that Eddie wouldn’t be as tender and gentle as Steve needed, but that Steve himself wasn’t sure what touch would feel right. “Will you talk me through it?”
“Of course, Stevie,” Eddie said, back to that deep, soft tone. Heat ran down Steve’s spine. “Will you be comfortable like this? Warm enough?”
Steve nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. It pleases me when you’re comfortable and safe.” He squeezed Steve’s hand very gently. “Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?”
Steve considered and then nodded. If Eddie said he would come back to him, then he would.
“So good for me. Always taking my questions seriously so I can take proper care of you.” Steve shivered. “Go kneel by the sofa for me while I get a few things.”
“Yes, sir.” It was a relief that, while Eddie gave him orders and praised him and said all manner of absolutely filthy things, Steve could rely on just a few phrases. He closed the blinds and shifted their dented coffee table out of the way. He put their overstuffed throw pillow on the floor and knelt. He shifted until he was comfortable. Like Eddie had wanted.
Like Eddie had ordered.
He tucked one arm behind his back, not quite ready to let go of his side with the other. It felt a bit silly, half submission, until Eddie sucked in a sharp breath when he walked over. Steve looked up.
Eddie’s pupils were already blown wide. He set down a small plug, a can of Crisco, and a sheaf of typed notes before cupping Steve’s face in his hand. Steve shivered again, at the contrast between warm skin and cool rings.
Eddie perched on the edge of the couch. “It’s unreal how good you are for me, Stevie. Following my instructions perfectly. Kneeling so nice and pretty for me. But let’s finish getting you ready, yeah?” Steve’s cock jumped as Eddie rustled in his back pocket and produced his bandanna. He rolled it in a thin band and then knotted it loosely around Steve’s wrist, the one by his aching side. The cold ebbed as surely and steadily as an outgoing tide.
Eddie leaned forward and kissed him. Steve whimpered under the dual physical and psychological onslaught and opened his mouth, sighing through his nose as Eddie explored every inch with his tongue, one hand anchored in the back of Steve’s hair.
They both panted when they broke apart. Eddie undid his jeans, belt discarded at some point during his brief absence, and beckoned Steve in. He made a show of fanning out the papers, and Steve recognized the name of a town their party had liberated a few months ago. “I need to do some final prep for this campaign, but it’s very hard to focus with a cold cock. Do you think you might be able to help me with that, Stevie?”
“Please, sir,” Steve said, almost choking on his own saliva in his eagerness. Eddie wasn’t fully hard, so Steve was able to easily take all of him into his mouth. He relaxed his jaw. A few musky drops of precome leaked onto his tongue.
He shivered yet again and before he could feel self-conscious, Eddie was running the callused tips of his fingers along the back of his neck. “I love how affected you are by this, Stevie. So eager you can’t even hold yourself still. So happy to do my bidding.” Steve’s cock throbbed.
Eddie began to read, stroking Steve’s hair as he did so. Whenever Steve tried to clear some of the pooling spit from his mouth by contracting only his throat, Eddie murmured praise. “Such a good, thoughtful boy. Keeping me warm without disrupting me. You are so clever, you didn’t even need any training. You figured all this out on your own.”
Steve lost track of time, lost track of every sensation that wasn’t Eddie’s honeyed words or Eddie’s hand in his hair. Or Eddie’s cock dripping in his mouth.
Eddie shifted back as he reached full hardness, and Steve adjusted his jaw. He reached forward with both arms to bracket Eddie’s legs, laying his hands against his hips, marveling at the new sensation of warm denim under his fingers.
“You are doing so good for me, Stevie,” Eddie said quietly. “I’m close to being done, but I keep getting distracted by how cold my balls are. Do you think you could manage to help with that too?”
Steve hummed and drew off Eddie’s cock. He swallowed and rotated his jaw. Eddie offered him the corner of a throw blanket to wipe his mouth and chin.
He leaned forward again and opened his mouth wide. It took him time to fit both of Eddie’s balls in. Steve expanded his cheeks until he could bring his mouth around the top of Eddie’s sack. He waited until Eddie made some minor adjustments before he sealed his lips.
It was much more difficult than warming Eddie’s cock, but that much more rewarding. As much as Steve trusted Eddie in all their games, in these moments Eddie had to trust Steve just as much, with his most delicate anatomy. Steve could never quite hold his mouth still or prevent himself from swallowing completely, but every time he made what seemed to be an error, Eddie praised him. “Look at you handling this so well, Stevie. It’s hard for you, but you’re so willing to work at it, just to please me.” He rubbed a finger along Steve’s cheek, stimulating himself by proxy. “There’s not an iota of extra space in there, is there? But you manage so gracefully. So gratefully.”
Eddie’s cock jumped against Steve’s face at his own words and left a streak of precome trickling down the bridge of his nose. It should be even more humiliating but it only relaxed Steve further. Eddie was all around him, inside him, and he would keep him safe.
Eddie set his papers to the side. He rubbed at Steve’s cheek again and, after a few experimental touches, found the right rhythm. Steve had more room to work with than Eddie had let on, and he very carefully shifted his tongue until he could run it along the seam down the back of Eddie’s sack. Eddie grunted and lost his rhythm. “Fuck,” he said once he had collected himself, “that feels amazing, Stevie.”
Steve lost track of time as they both kept at their tasks, but at some point, Eddie took himself in hand. “A little faster,” he growled. Steve obeyed as Eddie began to stroke himself in earnest. The awkward angle made it too hard to watch Eddie, so he tried to time the flicks of his tongue with the brush of Eddie’s fingers against his face.
Just as Steve’s jaw began to really ache, Eddie grunted again and exhaled through his nose in sharp, staccato bursts. Steve opened his mouth and trembled as Eddie’s balls jerked along his tongue. With a final sigh, Eddie pulled out.
Eddie slipped off his shirt, which was wet with most of his spend, balled it up, and then wiped gently at Steve’s face with a dry corner. He tossed it away when he was finished and guided Steve’s head to his inner thigh. He petted his hair again. “You made that so good for me, Stevie. You always do.” Steve’s stomach flipped. “Because you’re such a good boy. And good boys get rewards.”
“Thank you, sir,” Steve said hoarsely.
“You’re the one who earned it, Stevie,” Eddie said warmly and scratched at Steve’s scalp. Steve was achingly hard but also never wanted to move again. “Over my lap when you’re ready. Take your time.”
Steve sighed and feeling as if his body weighed a million pounds, he dragged himself over Eddie’s lap. He lifted his hips when Eddie tapped them and let his sweatpants be pulled down to his upper thighs. Eddie’s jeans burned against his cock, but it became exponentially easier to ignore when Eddie started to stroke his ass with the palm of one hand.
When Steve started squirming, Eddie ran a dry finger down to his hole and teased the rim. Steve whimpered and bit his lip. “So relaxed for me.” He leaned and in something much closer to his everyday voice asked, “One finger enough, or do you want two?”
Steve turned his head to the side and looked at the plug. His face burned. “One is enough but - two is nice. When you, you know.” He made a scissoring motion with one hand.
Eddie kissed the top of his head and his voice had dropped again when he said, “It’s your reward, Stevie. You’re such a good boy for telling me what you want. I’m so proud of you.” Steve wriggled when Eddie reached over him and opened the can of Crisco. He lubed the plug and then two of his fingers. Steve turned his head back down into the couch.
He gasped when Eddie rubbed his hole again with both slick fingers. One slid in easily, and Eddie added the second moments later. He wasted no time in beginning to scissor them, starting small and expanding as Steve stretched. Steve panted, and he gasped whenever Eddie’s fingers brushed his prostate. When he started to shift his hips, no longer caring about the rough denim underneath him, Eddie withdrew and then slid the plug in. It was on the small side, so it didn’t stretch him anymore than Eddie’s fingers had. When they had gotten a hold of the mail order catalog and decided to splurge, they hadn’t been sure how much Steve would be able to handle.
Still, Steve’s hole spasmed around the plug, and the unyielding, unmoving pressure was delicious.
Eddie tapped his hips again and pulled Steve’s sweatpants back up after he raised his pelvis. “Back on your knees for me, Stevie.” Steve groaned and shifted back to the floor. Once he was settled comfortably, Eddie tilted his head up.
He leaned close enough to kiss Steve but left him wanting. “You were such a good boy you wore me out. I need some time to recover so I can take care of you like you deserve.” Steve whimpered, and then Eddie did kiss him. “Enjoy your reward while you wait.”
Eddie guided Steve’s head to his thigh again. He picked up the TV remote with his other hand and turned it on, catching the last bit of Picard’s captain’s log.
Steve lost track of time again, Eddie’s touch and the white noise from the Enterprise’s engines lulling him into a haze. The constant pressure of the plug was even sweeter whenever he remembered Eddie had given it to him as a reward, because he had been good for him.
He opened his eyes when Eddie scratched his scalp. “So, so patient for me.” He patted his lap. “Come up here.” Steve did, wobbling a bit when he stood. Eddie pulled down the front of Steve’s sweatpants and tugged off his shirt. Steve settled back, sighing at the skin to skin contact. Eddie wrapped one arm around his waist, splaying his hand against the largest scar. Steve realized he hadn’t thought about it, any of it, since he had warmed Eddie’s balls.
“Touch yourself however you want. You’ve been so good, and you’ve earned it many times over.” Just as Steve wrapped a hand around himself, Eddie pressed his own hips up, pushing against the plug. Steve whined. Eddie laughed, breath hot, right in his ear.
Eddie left his mouth there and began to whisper. “Look how hard you are for me, Stevie. I haven’t even touched you but all the attention is still enough to get you to the edge. Or maybe it’s all the praise? Oh, yes, you do like that, don’t you? And it’s so easy for me to give it to you, because you are so good. So very good.”
Steve sped up. He wanted this to last forever, but Eddie had wound him up for so long that he couldn’t hang on much longer.
Eddie grazed Steve’s stomach with his fingers, running over both smooth and scarred skin alike. “You are so brave and so strong. Your love is such a precious thing that you give, and I am so unbelievably lucky that you give so much to me. That you trust me to take care of you, that you trust me to keep you safe while you let go.” He kissed Steve’s temple. “I know you must be so close, Stevie. I’ve kept you waiting so long, on your knees, stretched and plugged, all for me to enjoy. I want to see how good it feels when you come all over yourself. Be good for me just a little bit more, Stevie. Let me watch.”
The order sent Steve over the edge. He rubbed himself through it, bucking against Eddie’s arm. He gasped for breath, twitching at the occasional aftershock. When he was fully spent, he collapsed back.
After Steve caught his breath, Eddie asked, voice still soft and low, “How are you doing?”
Steve just hummed in reply. He was sticky and sweaty and didn’t want to move ever again.
Eddie nudged him. “Clean sweats are in the bathroom. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
Steve sighed but extricated himself. He shuffled to the bathroom and eased the plug free with a small sigh, setting it on the counter to deal with later. He wiped himself down with a damp towel and gargled some mouthwash, wincing at the sting. He put on the clean sweatpants and stumbled back to the couch. Picard and Dr. Crusher mutely bent over some sort of alien in sick bay.
Eddie, still shirtless, had stretched out full length. He nodded at the glass of water he had set on the counter and then patted the space beside him. Steve obeyed the wordless commands, gulping down the water, suddenly aware of how thirsty he was, and then laying down next to Eddie.
The rooms was quiet aside from the faint hum of the TV.
Steve lost track of time again. He must have dozed, because he blinked and a different show was on.
“How are you feeling?” Eddie asked quietly, but in his normal tone.
Steve assessed. Even when he concentrated on his scars, he felt no chill or pain. He didn’t want them to return, but there was no panic at the thought they might. “Good. Very - distracted.” He rolled to look at Eddie, who had poked his tongue out between his teeth.
“Then I’m pleased,” he said with a wink. Steve batted at his chest. Eddie laughed as he reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
“Oh, shit. Your show - we didn’t really get to watch-”
“Steve,” said Eddie firmly, “making sure you feel alright is far more important than any show.”
“I guess having sex with your boyfriend is more metal than watching some mainstream show anyway.”
Eddie sighed. “Yeah, I’m going to ignore that, we have been over what it means to call something metal.” Then he smiled and kissed Steve’s cheek. “Besides, I just so happen to have a connection at Family Video. When the VHS comes out, I’ll be the first one to get it.”
Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Robin might not be up for that.” He laughed when Eddie shoved his shoulder.
“Robin isn’t the one with my bandanna tied around her wrist.”
Warmth bloomed in Steve’s chest.
They kissed.