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Eddie woke up as late as he did any other day, tumbling out of bed, tripping on the sheets tangled around his leg, rubbing the crust from his eyes with one hand and tugging up his boxers with the other. He was ready to go through the motions of his usual afternoon ritual (i.e. piss, coffee, smoke, Wheaties, the works), but when he went to retrieve the half-and-half for the crucial second step of his day, he saw some wrinkled little Post-It stuck to the handle of the fridge, right in the way, because its author knew he would have ignored it otherwise.
It read, in scratchy, boyish writing:
hitched a ride from coworker. done at 2. bring boots.
— S
Now, to anyone who wasn't a part of his ecosystem, this note wouldn't seem worthy of the excitement it raised within Eddie. It was so bland. Terse, even. The wording of it made it look like a chore—but really, it was a gift. You know what they say, cool shit comes in small packages, and this was a prime example.
A look at the clock told Eddie it was already half past one, so he skipped the wakey-wakey ritual, brushed his teeth, and tripped down the steps of his trailer before he even had his second boot up over his heel.
Even though he sped fast enough to please AC/DC and blew enough stop signs to become infamous on their Satanic roadways, he still got there about ten minutes late.
Steve was sitting there, back against the concrete wall of the video store he worked at, looking bored out of his mind. He had some fucked-up paperback in his hands, and it looked like it had gone through the seven circles of hell—water damage, ripped pages and the likes—yet it still somehow retained the image that it had never actually been read, like Steve just carried it around for good looks or something. Eddie wasn't too sure if that wasn't exactly the case.
"Hey, bootlicker," he called. "Getting some light reading done?"
Steve snapped his attention up, sort of startled out of whatever he'd been looking at on the page, then he smiled that cheesy, stupidly charming smile that came so naturally to him.
"It's about time you showed up," he shouted back as Eddie made his way across the parking lot. "This book is a fucking drag."
And then, lover of literature that Steve Harrington was, he threw it, and the two of them watched the book bounce and skip and flutter until it landed right at Eddie's feet. Watership Down was the title. Looked like it was for kids. Had a bunny on the cover.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late. You know me, busy as a bee," he said, making a point to kick the book back toward Steve because he knew he'd go pick it up in about ten minutes anyway. "Liked your note, though. I think all that reading might be turning you into somewhat of a poet."
Eddie dragged his feet across the crumbled pavement until he finally reached Steve and stood before him, hands in pockets. "I mean, you have such a way with words. Done at two, bring boots—almost brought me to tears."
"Yeah, I thought you'd really see my craftsmanship shine through on that one," Steve grinned lazily, straightening up a bit from the slouch he was just in, letting his bent legs fall open a little wider. Eager. "Glad you came."
"Of course I'd come," he said, reaching out to drag his fingers through Steve's hair and give him a playful, little tug. Then he dropped his touch lower, rubbed a thumb over Steve's lip. His tone softened discreetly, shifted into something a little less boisterous. "How've you been, pretty boy?"
Steve immediately opened his mouth to suck at his thumb, gentle and soft, allowing his eyes to droop as if he'd been tired from a long day's work and this was what brought him some little piece of comfort. Or maybe Eddie was giving him too much credit—could be that he was just horny. Whatever the case, Steve allowed Eddie to press down on his tongue for only a short few seconds before he spat him out to reply.
"Been waiting for you all day," Steve sighed, breath picking up with the way Eddie rubbed his wet thumb over his mouth, got him a little messy with spit.
They didn't really waste time with this sort of thing. They both knew why they were there, no pretenses about it, and at this point it had become sort of a habit. When Steve needed to be picked up from work, they utilized the mostly dead lot behind the video store for a little risky business. For Steve, getting his dick stepped on was one thing—getting it stepped on in public was another. His words, not Eddie's.
"Yeah. I even dressed up for the occasion, as requested," Eddie chuckled, lifting his foot to give it a little shake. They were ordinary Docs, nothing special. Clunky, but worn-in. The leather was creased, dirt caked over most of them, and he couldn't remember if it was this pair or another where one of his friends had painted a huge green dick and balls on the outsole.
Steve's fingers immediately wrapped around the back of his ankle and brought his foot closer, but Eddie took it from there, did the gentlemanly thing to do, and brought his filthy boot down between the boy's thighs. Steve closed his legs up around him, bit his lip and let out a dumb little laugh as he made those goo-goo eyes up at Eddie.
Yeah, goo-goo eyes. It was the best way to describe it. Steve looked so foolishly in love whenever he got touched, blinking dreamily with those big, brown eyes like he was dumbstruck from the sensation. It wouldn't matter if he was laid out across a bed of roses or getting his cock stepped on in a dirty parking lot. He was dopey and euphoric, and his face showed every second of it.
"Was work okay?" Eddie asked casually, pulling out a pack of Lucky Strikes and lighting one up.
"Yeah, it was fine. Kinda boring." Steve let out a pretty, bemused hum, slumping down again and rocking his hips up slow into the tough sole of the boot, digging his fingers into Eddie's calf. He jumped and let out a weak moan when Eddie pressed his foot down hard for a brief second. The dull pain went away immediately and had Steve rutting up a little faster. "How— How was your day?"
Eddie braced his hand against the rough concrete wall to lean over Steve a bit more, sort of looming in a way that'd both eclipse Steve's vision and help hide them away if anyone were to walk past. He pulled at his cigarette, blew the smoke directly at Steve's face.
"My day only started, like, thirty minutes ago. Didn't even have time to get my coffee before coming to pick you up," he said, taking Steve's jaw with his free hand and holding him there, just keeping his chin angled up toward him. Steve rested into his touch too easily, sort of like an old, doting dog, puppy eyes and all.
"But this is a good replacement, right?" Steve said, coy like always. It reminded Eddie of the way he'd pick up girls at parties, so informal, easygoing. "It's fun getting your cock sucked first thing when you wake up."
And then Steve shifted a bit, propped his heels up under his ass so he could push even harder into Eddie's foot, rocking his hips slow and steady at the dirty pressure, then grabbed onto the belt in front of his face and used it as leverage to lean in. Next thing Eddie knew, he had a crotch full of Steve's face, rubbing there at his zipper with his soft cheek, inhaling at the musk of his unwashed body, staring up at him with two dark eyes, sultry, needy, oversexed.
"What, did I not fuck you hard enough last night?" Eddie teased, cigarette hanging between his lips as he used both hands, one coming to undo his belt, the other resting against the back of Steve's head, holding him there firmly, fucking against his face through the rough material of his jeans. His cock was fattening up at the sight more than the feeling, that pretty little face forced against him. "You're desperate as shit, Stevie."
"Shut the fuck up," Steve mumbled against him. He hated that name, Stevie. But the teasing and the touching had him panting into the material of Eddie's jeans anyway, humping harder at his foot. He kept one hand gripped around the steel plate at the toe so Eddie didn't suddenly stomp down on him in some sadistic response to his snippy reply. "You didn't fuck me last night."
"Yeah, well, I thought about it," Eddie laughed, scratching his blunt nails over Steve's scalp hard enough to make it hurt.
"You're so fucking annoying," Steve moaned, but there he was, unzipping Eddie's jeans just enough to tug his cock out. It was half-chubbed, flushed pink at the tip, nice and uncut. Steve fisted at it lightly, kissed the head with an open mouth and dipped his tongue into the sensitive fold of his foreskin, but Eddie tugged him in again before he got the chance to suck him down, instead forcing him to bury his nose into his pubes. Steve didn't protest. He just let out a long, hot sigh against him, almost verging on a whine, and rubbed his cheeks, mouth, nose, everything all over Eddie's hair and cock, letting Eddie fuck against his face like some pig.
"You're stupid for cock, huh?" Eddie mumbled around his cigarette, caught up in his own hedonistic pleasure. He heard a moody fuck you mumbled into the base of his dick, but he just pulled Steve back, shook him by his hair. "Aren't you? That's why I'm here." His words were accented with a sharp press of his foot.
And Steve, as prideful as he could be at times, just shivered at the pain and nodded quickly. Yes, he was needy for cock, so desperate he thought he might die without it, but there's no way he'd ever admit it with his own voice. Steve's eager fingers were suddenly reaching out, blindly gripping the laces of Eddie's boots hard enough that they might snap into threads. The muscles in Steve's arms were flexing hard as they could, forcing Eddie's foot to grind even harder against the obvious dirt-stained outline of his hard dick.
"Yeah," Steve whispered, twisting both hands into the tight laces of Eddie's boot and fucking up hard, quick and dirty. He leaned in, kissing with spit-slick lips and sucking the head of Eddie's cock into his mouth without any hesitation, drooling over him like he'd been craving it for days.
"Shit," Eddie cursed breathlessly, tangling his fist into Steve's hair and thrusting deep into his sloppy mouth. God, he wasn't even completely hard yet, but Steve held his head steady anyway, dropping his jaw and letting his tongue hang out over his lip to let the heavy weight of Eddie's fat cock rest there. And those eyes, those gorgeous, honeyed eyes looked up to him and Eddie knew he was begging to be throat-fucked, right here, right now.
There'd been a time before the two of them had started sleeping together, a little over six months ago, when Eddie found out Steve didn't have a gag reflex.
("I dunno, I just never had one. Like, I wasn't born with it or something."
"Well god damn, Harrington, it's a shame you're not visiting any Vaseline Villas.")
That was before he learned that Steve took a dick on occasion, of course, but now Eddie made it his one and only purpose to abuse that knowledge whenever he had the chance. Anything that might've been a normal blowjob with Steve quickly devolved into a sloppy, punishing throat-fuck, always, every time. Steve was just as eager to please as he was to get any sort of physical touch—he'd always been a whore for praise and puppy pets, so he happily tipped his head back and stuck his tongue out for Eddie whenever the opportunity presented itself.
But not quite like this. Sure, they'd fucked around in the parking lot behind his work a few times, but they'd never been this exposed, this risky.
Eddie took a long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off to the side, letting his smoky exhale cloud the space between him and Steve.
Well, fuck it.
With both hands, he locked onto the sides of Steve's head and pressed his thumbs into the soft baby fat that still covered his cheeks, watching the way the supple skin indented so easily around his touch. Steve let out a dumb-sounding giggle, sort of how he did when he was glassy-eyed and blasted, except now he had a cock in his mouth and it made him look all the dumber.
"You ready, princess?" Eddie teased, rubbing his thumb up underneath Steve's eye and watching the boy close it on instinct. Steve just nodded, gave out a throaty little uh-huh and panted against his dick. "Mm'kay, get ready."
So Eddie started thrusting. Slow at first, feeling the tip of his cock catch just the smallest bit at the entrance to Steve's throat, but the boy swallowed once, loud and wet, and the rest was easy. His cock was immediately soaked in hot mucus and saliva the minute he thrust in, plunging an inch or two toward the back of Steve's throat. Eddie groaned low and fucked forward deeper, a little harder now that everything was properly lubed up. It didn't take long before he was giving Steve a proper skull-fucking, thrusting his hips just as violently as he was forcing Steve's mouth up and down his shaft by yanking his hair. Steve gave a whiney, gargled moan, wrapping his fingers around the base of Eddie's dick and pumping at what little wasn't between his lips.
Steve looked so perfect—so fucking desperate on the ground: gravel cutting into his knees, obscene amounts of drool dripping down the front of his shirt, hair a mess from how much Eddie had been running his hands through it. He was humping so fast at Eddie's boot that his thighs clenched up tight and he was literally bouncing there on his knees in a hasty attempt to get the gut-punch pleasure to his useless dick.
Eddie gave another hard thrust forward, so deep in Steve's throat that his hips connected with the boy's nose, carless of if it hurt. He held Steve there, nose buried into his untrimmed hair, and made him wait for anything else. Eddie was flushed hot, and he stood there patiently, feeling Steve's throat flex and swallow around his slippery cock.
"You're good, Stevie," Eddie chuckled breathlessly, stroking over the contours of the boy's face gently, over his soft eyelids, around the seal of his lips. "You know that? How good you are at taking dick?"
Steve sighed happily against him and nodded, the movement restrained because of the dick down his throat. His hands stroked slow and contented up the muscle in the back of Eddie's leg as he sat there, acting as nothing more than a cockwarmer. He looked like he was about to cum in his pants at any given moment, what with the way he twitched so violently at the smallest movement. Eddie was surprised he had enough self-awareness to keep himself from crying out like a whore.
"Yeah, you're fuckin' good," Eddie grinned. He pulled back all of the sudden, watching his cock slip from Steve's throat with a vulgar squelch and bob between his legs with an ungodly amount of spit dripping from his shaft, down his balls. Holding Steve's chin and grabbing the base of his dick in his ringed fist, he began to slap the boy's exposed tongue with his cockhead, a dull, wet smack against the soft flesh. Steve started laughing a little too loudly, licking at the weeping slit whenever he could reach it well enough.
"I'm good," Steve moaned through his dreamy smile, closing one of his eyes when Eddie started to beat his sloppy dick up the side of his face.
Eddie laughed at how simple it was to throw Steve into ecstasy. Right here, humiliating him in the most base way possible, smacking his face with his heavy cockhead, over his cheeks, his mouth. Steve fucking loved it, parted his lips and chased Eddie's dick around in attempt to lap at him the way he wanted.
Without warning, Eddie lined his cock up with Steve's plush mouth and thrust in again, this time taking no measures to wait for his readiness. He fucked hard, watched his shaft disappear between those pretty lips, fingers tangling into Steve's hair.
When he treated Steve like this, it was easy to get him to melt into his touch. A firm hand with a tendency to pet meshed well with Steve's spunky attitude, a little bitter around the edges, but entirely sweet in the center. That's why Eddie was amused when Steve suddenly moaned against him and grabbed onto the chain in his pocket to tug it quickly. No softness, no sleepiness. Eddie bit his lip and patted Steve's soiled cheek with some firm smacks as he fucked his throat.
"You okay, baby? Huh? Gonna come?" He panted, not thinking straight with the heat in his belly. There's no way he would've called out that pet name if his head didn't feel like it was stuffed full of cotton, but there he was, lost in the pleasure.
Then came a sharp, urgent slap at his thigh and Steve was tugging back hard enough for Eddie to rip the hair out of his head. Well, that was new. Eddie released him and looked down at Steve, who had at that point fallen back onto his ass and was frantically trying to catch his breath, wiping his mouth and pointing off to the side, at some hazy point in the distance.
Eddie shot a look over his shoulder and immediately wanted to pound his head against the wall. A small horde of people, young, around their age, came stumbling into view, maybe thirty yards away. If they had any sense of awareness, they would've clearly seen Eddie getting his soul sucked from his dick by a very needy, very popular chick magnet, but it seemed they were all too absorbed in their conversation to really notice. Steve and Eddie were in plain view of them, and there was absolutely nothing to obstruct them from getting spotted.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie spat, exasperated, and started to shove his wet cock back into his jeans with enough impatience to knock someone dead. He was uncomfortably hard and disgustingly wet against his thigh, could feel Steve's saliva oozing down his leg. "I was, like, five fucking seconds from blowing my load."
"That's— That's the point of doing this out here, dumbass. Almost getting caught." Steve pressed up against the brick wall and swallowed, laughing breathlessly as he eyed the strangers. "Do you think they saw?"
Eddie looked back over his shoulder. There were maybe five people over there, all shoving each other and laughing, looking completely oblivious. For all they knew, Steve and Eddie were just having a smoke after work, if they even noticed them at all.
"Nah, no way. If they noticed, they either would've left or come over here to beat our asses," he said.
Looking down to Steve now, he could see how painfully hard he was in those ridiculous, tight jeans of his. The light fabric didn't do anything to hide the smudged bootprint between his legs, and it didn't help that Steve kept rubbing, with his fingers, at the obvious outline of his cock. If Eddie's honest, it was a surprise that Steve didn't already come just from the seam of his pants constantly rubbing against his shaft.
"Hey," Eddie said, suddenly inspired by a wicked idea. Steve's attention snapped back to him, pink-cheeked, rapt. "Let's finish you off, at least? Before we go."
"What do you mean?" Steve asked, eyes flicking over to the group, then back. "Right here?"
"Yeah, why not?" Eddie grinned. He scraped his foot along the ground until he could shove the toe of his boot up against Steve's heavy, cum-filled balls. "We're far enough away. They probably won't be able to tell what the fuck is going on."
Steve let out a shaky little breath, and Eddie could see the gears of contemplation turning in his head. Then a little smile worked its way onto his face, and he nodded, just once.
"Okay," he laughed, "let's do it."
Fuck yes. Eddie leaned back over him, pressed his hand against the wall and grazed his boot back over Steve's crotch.
"Take your cock out," Eddie said quietly, shoving his free hand in his pocket to appear more casual. "Just the tip."
Steve looked ready to blow already, chest heaving with excited breaths as he worked his fingers underneath the sole of Eddie's boot to unbutton his pants. He tried to bite back a quiet moan, failed, then let it come tumbling from his mouth the second he pulled down his boxers. He shimmied them down a few inches, just enough to expose his cockhead and shaft the smallest bit. He was fucking soaked in precum. Eddie watched translucent beads of discharge slowly dribble down Steve's shaft before disappearing into his boxers.
"That's right, baby," Eddie leered, pressing his toe down just the tiniest amount to make contact with Steve's exposed tip, spongy and delicate beneath the danger of this weight. "C'mon, fuck against that. Just a little. Not too much."
Steve's eyes almost crossed at the feeling: the hard, unforgiving rubber pressing into his head until he thought he might yell, the way it smeared his cock with grit and dirt and germs, the knowledge that Eddie could make him hurt bad with a simple stomp. All of it was horrible and delightful.
"Fuck, Eddie," Steve whined, lifting his knees so he could press his feet into the ground, twitching his hips up just a hairs breadth. It must've bordered on painful, but he looked blissed out beyond belief. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Feel good? Haven't done this in a while," Eddie murmured. He continued to take cautionary glances over his shoulder since it appeared that Steve was too lost in la-la-land to even fucking care about suspicious eyes. Whenever he looked back down, Steve was there, either staring up at him, enamored, like he was a vision and half, or locking eyes with his own nasty dick, trapped beneath Eddie's boot and begrimed with the black rub of asphalt.
"I'm gonna come," he whined, shoving his hand up underneath Eddie's heel to start jacking at his base, quick and awkward with the way he had to work around the obstruction. "I'm gonna fucking come, Eddie—"
The way he said it sounded like a plea, teetering into full blown submission, sentences lilting up at the end as if they were questions. Steve was too prideful to ask for permission to have an orgasm, but god knows that's what it sounded like.
Eddie braced his forearm against the concrete wall and moaned low in his throat, using the free hand in his pocket to graze his fingertips up his shaft trapped in his jeans.
"You gonna cum already? In front of all these people?"
Steve just nodded, fast as he could, and dug his nails into the creased leather at his dick. His hips were moving in the smallest circles, so tight and controlled, like he'd found the perfect motion to pleasure himself. God, he looked so fucking pretty, so dumb with lust.
"Uh-huh," Steve sighed. "Gonna cum—"
Eddie licked over his teeth and grinned, made sure nobody was looking when he reached down to grab his chin.
"Are you gonna lick my boots clean once you get them dirty?"
He heard an uproar of laughter coming from the group behind him, but he couldn't care to look. Not when Steve was panting into his wrist, licking at him desperately, trying to kiss and dote on whatever sweaty skin he could reach. The boy just kept nodding at anything Eddie asked him: Gonna come? Yes. Gonna lick up your mess? Yes. He'd probably agree to jumping off a fucking skyscraper if it meant he'd get to shoot his load.
"That's right, baby, come all over me. Don't you want that? Look at all those assholes behind me, look how close they are to seeing what a fucking degenerate you are," Eddie shoved his thumb into Steve's mouth to shut up his whiney panting, pressed harder on his dick. "They're gonna expose you for being a fucking slut. Sucking cock behind your work, hunched over some guy's foot. What do you think they'll say your hourly rate is?"
And then Steve was at his peak, wrapping his hands around Eddie's calf, biting down on the thumb in his mouth to muffle his whimpers, rutting his hips up hard as he could. Jesus, if they were anywhere else, Steve would be wailing at the top of his fucking lungs.
Thick loads of cum shot all over Eddie's boots—on the sole, over the toe, some of it even reached the laces. It was a fucking mess, sticky and humiliating. Steve finally pushed Eddie's boot off from his abused cock so he could wring himself dry, knuckles turning white from how tight of a grip he beat himself off with. There was practically nothing coming out after the first few loads that dirtied up Eddie's boot, just a few pathetic dribbles that bubbled up from the slit and slipped down his head. Steve brought a hand down to rub at the milkiness on his tip, swiped his fingers through it, and sucked them clean almost immediately, desperate to taste his cum.
Eddie had looked away for only a second, just to peer over at the strangers coming closer and closer without a fucking clue of what was going on. But, before he could even bring his gaze back to center, Steve had already shoved his limp dick into his unbuttoned pants and was tugging Eddie along.
Eddie tripped over his own feet, stared down at the cum on his shoe for a brief second, and was just about to open his mouth to speak, but Steve cut him off.
"Wanna finish you off, too," he said under his breath, then yanked the keys out of Eddie's front pocket to unlock the back doors of the van.
They had ripped the back seats out a few weeks ago with the intention of remodeling, but never really finished the job they had planned. Now it was just a hollowed out carcass of a van, but that didn't matter. In fact, it made things even better.
Eddie clambered in right before Steve and was immediately thrown to his ass on the hard metal floor once the doors were shut behind him. There was no time to even move around before he saw Steve crawl to his elbows and knees to come level with Eddie's boots.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked skeptically, shifting so his back could press against the cool metal wall.
"Cleaning your boots, baby," Steve drawled, looking up at him with the most shit-eating grin, then dropped his jaw to lick over the toe of Eddie's boot.
It was just a small lick at first, really just the tip of his tongue came out to dip into the cum painted across the black leather. Then another lick, just as small as the last one, following the milky white dribble up to the laces. It must've tasted foul, like dust and dirt, but Eddie grabbed the back of his head and forced him down further.
"If you're gonna do it, then fucking do it," he spat, giving Steve that sting of degradation that the always cried for.
Steve nodded his head wordlessly and out came his tongue, fat and dripping as he gave him a real lick. Eddie throbbed in his jeans as soon as he saw the leather come away slick and dark because fuck, Steve had just lapped up an entire layer of dirt into his mouth without question.
Then his ankle got propped up and Steve shocked him again, this time by dragging his delicate tongue across the hard, notched rubber on the bottom of his shoe. He gave him long, generous licks, lapping up cum and grit and whatever the fuck else was encrusted on the outersole of his boot. It was beyond disgusting, and Eddie wanted to kiss him til their mouths were bloody.
Steve suddenly popped up, on his hands and knees, and stuck out his tongue. Yeah, the cum was there, but so was a whole lot else. There was a grayish-brown tint to his spit.
"God damn, you weren't kidding," Eddie whispered, and he thought this might be what loving someone felt like. Jesus Christ, that was unimaginably filthy, and he was seconds from coming in his pants over it.
He was just about to reach out, grab that boy by his face to shake him and scream "you worshipped my boots and I fucking love you for it," but before he had the chance to share his humiliating confession, Steve spat directly to the floor and started to rip off Eddie's belt.
"Lay down," Steve said urgently, spitting the filth from mouth again and tugging on Eddie's arm to get him down flat on the floor of the van. "Now."
So he did just as he was told, propping himself on his elbows to watch Steve get to work. He didn't even have time to say go before Steve was yanking his jeans down to his knees and ducking between his thighs like a whore starved for dick. He immediately attempted to shove Eddie's balls into his mouth, stretching his cheeks wide to try accommodating them both. He could only fit one at a time, drooling and moaning as his nose pressed up right against the base of Eddie's shaft, lapping at his sack each time he spat one out of his mouth and sucked up the other. He was pumping Eddie's cock hard. The rub was sticky and rough, almost chafing because of all the dried spit that coated him, but the coarse treatment made Eddie toss his head back and groan.
"Fuck," Eddie whispered, hand coming to brace against the back of Steve's head, rolling his hips up to get his heavy balls further into that wet heat. "How'd you get so fucking good at this?"
Steve popped his head up from his thighs and immediately sucked Eddie's tip into his mouth, moaning around him desperately as he worked his hand down the length of his cock. He pulled off a minute after and kissed the precum bubbling from his slit, lips filthy wet with discharge.
"Got good 'cause of you," he mumbled, pulling back his foreskin and sucking pointedly on the glans beneath the head. "Y'make me suck your dick so much."
"I'm the one who makes you? You—" Eddie lifted his head from the floor to glare down at Steve, who was half-hidden behind his erect cock. "You fucking pro-wrestled me back here so you could give me head—"
"Shut the fuck up," Steve sighed happily, already shoving Eddie's dick back in his mouth and letting his eyes flutter closed at the heavy weight on his tongue. He bobbed his head up and down, sloppy and loud as he slurped, swallowed, sucked whatever he could fit into his mouth, digging his fingers into Eddie's hips almost cruelly. Eddie felt his leg get kicked into position between Steve's thighs, then suddenly the press of a soft bulge against him, humping him all over again.
"'Bout to come," Eddie panted out already, desperate from having been edged for so long, and he scratched over Steve's scalp to pull him up off his shaft. "Open your mouth."
So Steve did as he was told, dropped his jaw and stuck his tongue out so Eddie had a straight view to the back of his throat. He started slapping Eddie's cock against his tongue, fast and aggressive, squeezed at his balls hard enough that Eddie thought they might fucking pop between those savage fingers.
Then he was coming in hot bursts, spitting out filthy curses, watching thick ropes of cum stick and drip from Steve's raw, puffy lips, coating his tongue. One even shot perilously close to Steve's nose, dripping right below his nostril and slipping down his pretty cupid's bow, shiny with sweat. Steve just laughed, licked his upper lip and beat Eddie's dick nonstop, stroking and kissing, pressing his lips up to the wet slit as if he could suck anything more out of Eddie, eager to get every last drop. This went on for about thirty seconds, Steve's little pink tongue just licking and licking and licking mercilessly into his slit even though it was clear nothing more was coming out.
"Fuck," Eddie panted, twitching at the overstimulation of Steve's constant touches. "C'mon, baby, pull up—"
But he didn't, because he was Steve and he thought he deserved everything. Didn't matter if he was keeping his mouth uncomfortably full of hot cum so he could spit it into Eddie's mouth later, didn't matter if he was still boneless from his last orgasm—he kept wringing that soaked cock even when it softened between his fingers.
"Steve, fuckin' stop," Eddie shivered, practically crawling up the wall at those needy fingers pulling back his foreskin again. He moaned at the overwhelming stimulation, then finally had to bring his hand into the mix. He planted a firm, open-palmed smack right to Steve's flushed cheek, just one hard swat to get him to finally pull off. Steve gave him a crooked smile and giggled as he finally pulled off, not at all bothered by the punishment, like he knew all along how much he was overwhelming Eddie and he just wanted to see how long it'd take to get him squirming.
Steve crawled up his body and planted his hands on the floor on either side of Eddie's head, then leaned in close, chest to chest, pursing those pretty lips until it was apparent what he wanted. Him and those goo-goo eyes were just begging.
Eddie opened his mouth easily, tongue out to take everything Steve spit into his mouth. Warm saliva and cum drizzled onto his tongue in a steady stream, slipped toward the back of his throat but he refused to swallow, just kept his lips parted for every slick, nasty drop that filled his mouth. Steve finished by leaning in and giving him a slow, soft lick up his tongue, just once, and it tickled more than anything else.
"Now me," Steve said excitedly, biting his lip as he watched Eddie rub the taste into his gums.
Eddie obliged as he always did in this orgasmic state, grabbing Steve's jaw and bringing their mouths together in a hot kiss. He spread his cum over both their lips, their tongues, felt it dribble down their chins in a sloppy wet make-out. Steve sighed into him, leaning heavily on top of his body now as they shared kisses, some soft and short, some filthy and deep. The boy couldn't help but to go soft now that both of them came, melting into that sweetness inside of him, petting over Eddie's neck like he was a gift.
After a minute of passing their spit and cum and discharge back and forth in some sludgy mess, the kiss finally ended with Eddie swallowing most of it. Steve always got a thrill out of spit-swapping and it didn't matter what the fuck was in their mouths to begin with, as long as it was certifiably messy.
They stared at each other for a moment, Steve looking like he'd just died and gone to heaven, and Eddie looking like he just plain died. They were smiling nonetheless.
Steve piped up first, brushing back Eddie's hair as he spoke softly: "Yummy."
"Yeah, absolutely delicious after you probably picked up about a thousand germs from these," Eddie replied by lifting his foot and thunking it heavily against the bottom of the van. He laughed, anyway. "Probably got a fucking disease from letting you suck my dick."
"Uh-huh," Steve pouted, kissed him quickly as if he were sorry. "But you already have rabies, so it doesn't matter. I'm probably doing you a favor by putting you out of your misery through some raging dick infection."
A sudden laugh shook Eddie as he shoved Steve off of him, pressing a hand to his face and pushing him back. "Shut the hell up."
The two of them giggled as they straightened themselves up, Eddie by tugging his jeans back up, Steve by attempting (and failing) to brush the dark stain from the crotch of his pants. After a minute, it seemed that Steve gave up entirely and pushed up from his spot on the floor so he could climb into the driver's seat. He still had the keys from when he lifted them off Eddie earlier.
"Where are we going?" Eddie asked, much slower getting to the front of the van as he felt that he was relearning how to walk after getting his brain practically sucked from his dick.
"Gonna get you somethin' for your rabies," Steve teased, already starting up the van to get the AC blasting.
"Yeah?" Eddie finally slumped into the passenger seat with a grin, lighting up a fresh smoke and speaking after a quick inhale. "We should buy you a muzzle for that bad case of lockjaw you got, while we're at it."
Steve looked at him then as he laughed—charming, dopey, insanely fucking gorgeous—and he offered three words that were practically considered their love language at that point:
"Fuck you, Munson."