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What’s next is a week of silence.
Stede succeeded in getting Ed’s phone number this time at least. But after what Stede was simply calling The Car Encounter, Ed had to take his groceries home and Stede went up to his apartment and ate melted ice cream. He fell asleep on the couch with the carton on his chest, sex-drunk and exhausted. He’d told himself he’d text Ed in the morning, but he’d nearly been late for work.
He kept promising himself he was going to do it any day now, he just had to wait for the right timing.
And then a whole week went by and it was Friday night and Stede had done fuck all with Ed’s number.
Oh, he tried several times. He drafted message after message, but none of them were ever quite right.
Or, more accurately, Stede wasn’t quite right.
Stede knows he’s getting in his own way about this, but every time he tries to text Ed, Stede ends up in a spiral of ‘not good enough’. Because, let’s be honest, he isn’t.
Ed’s handsome and sexy and experienced. He’s beautiful and devilishly charming and clever. In short, everything Stede is certifiably not. Ed’s probably got people falling over themselves to get at him left and right. Stede remembers how the whole bar seemed to go quiet when Ed and his entourage entered, how all eyes were on him.
How could Stede hope to hold his attention compared to that?
So he drafts and deletes and drafts and deletes and sends absolutely nothing.
Hi! It’s me! Stede! How are you!?
An interrobang, really? Might as well say, Hello, I’m desperate!
Hello, cutie. How are you this fine evening?
Stede creeped himself out with that one.
Hey. Fancy a fuck?
No.
No. It’s better to wait for Ed to text him.
Which Ed never does that whole week. Even though Ed has his number; Stede had entered it into Ed’s phone himself and watched Ed change his name to Stede (Leggy Blonde).
So, Stede has proof he isn't good enough because Ed never called, never texted. If Ed wanted him, he would have made contact, right? That’s how it works, at least according to He’s Just Not That Into You.
Stede was convenient; he was around and willing and well-dressed and maybe that was all Ed was interested in. Stede tells himself he’s okay with that. His research tells him that the gay community is quite open when it comes to relationships. Oftentimes, most men aren’t looking for something regular, for a relationship, they’re looking for something fun and easy. Stede can be fun and easy. If he tells himself that enough, he might start to believe it.
Besides, Ed isn’t the only fish in the sea. Maybe Stede just got really lucky with his first catch. Maybe he isn't even that into bearded men in far too much leather.
There’s many ways to find out. Online dating, pubs, blind dates. But when Friday night rolls around, instead of sitting at home with a glass of wine and googling, ‘what is Grindr?’ Stede returns to Spanish Jackie’s. It’s another experiment, really, to see if he’s as into leather guys as he thinks. And if Ed also happens to be there, well.
Well.
The door opens far easier this time around. It’s crowded this time, almost every table taken, several games of pool ongoing and the jukebox blaring electric guitars and pounding drums.
Stede fits in a little better this time, he thinks. He’d found a motorcycle jacket tucked away in his closet from what Mary had called his midlife crisis before the big gay crisis and divorce crisis happened. He’d paired it with a black and white striped shirt and dark blue jeans. It was about as close as he could comfortably get to looking like himself and the type who regularly frequented leather bars.
Did going twice make him a regular?
Either way, there’s less staring and Stede can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing as he heads over to an empty stool at the bar. He says hello to Geraldo, who doesn’t look pleased to see him. He orders a beer this time, wanting to keep his hands busy so he can scope the place properly.
The people scattered around the bar look exactly like you’d expect from a leather bar. Long hair, unkempt beards, some with bulging bellies sticking out from leather vests, some fully zipped up to the throat. Many are not wearing much other than chaps and a jockstrap. Stede can’t keep a wince from his face; no thank you to whatever that was.
Which is, of course, when one of the said chaps and jockstrap people finds him.
“It’s you!” comes a voice from behind him, just as he takes a drink.
Stede turns and promptly chokes on his beer.
A young man with thick sideburns stands there, hands on his hips. He wears black chaps, a rainbow jockstrap and a complicated looking harness across his torso with a red silk jacket over it. A matching red scarf is tied around his neck. It’s a fine and daring ensemble. Overall, not Stede’s type, though.
Not that he really knows what his type is. Isn't that why he’s here in the first place?
"I was wondering if you'd come back," the young man says as he wedges himself between Stede’s stool and the annoyed occupant of the next one over to lean against the bar.
Stede realises where he knows the man from. "Ah, right! I saw you when I first came here."
The man nods, grinning, "That's right. Olu had to help you open the door."
"That he did," Stede hides his embarrassment behind a laugh.
"I'm Lucius," the young man says, offering his hand.
"Stede," Stede returns, trying not to get his hopes up. Even though he’s not into whatever Lucius is offering, it’s nice to be noticed. And maybe this doesn’t have to be about sex, maybe Stede can make a friend.
"We weren't sure you'd come back," Lucius says, a twinkle in his eye.
It doesn’t hurt his feelings at all. "Why not?"
"Well," Lucius gives Stede a very pointed up and down, "you're not the usual type."
"Oh."
"Oh, don't worry! We've all been that guy at one point!" Lucius places a reassuring hand on Stede’s forearm but he doesn't feel very reassured. "Seriously, you should have seen me when I was first out." Lucius flops his hand, as if that explains everything. "Practically wore drag daily. Experimented. A lot. Mostly with fashion, but with other things too. Took a while before I found my comfort zone."
“Is it that obvious?” Stede winces.
“A bit,” Lucius nudges his shoulder with a grin, “But, like I said, we’ve all been there.” His eyes get a wicked gleam to them. “But not all of us have been lucky enough to snag Blackbeard on the first go. Well done.”
“Blackbeard?”
“Teach? Ed Teach?”
Stede blinks in surprise. “Ed? Ed’s name is Blackbeard?”
“Well, his nickname, but yeah. We call him that on account of the, you know, black beard and all that. And apparently the pirate dude from back in the day, but I don’t know, you’d have to ask Pete about all that.”
“Pete?”
“My boyfriend. Well, one of them.” Lucius points and Stede follows his finger to the familiar, bald, portly man playing pool with the short, bearded one and the barrel-chested fellow who opened the door for him last time. Stede wonders if they’re all his boyfriends.
“We’re poly,” Lucius says simply and Stede nods as if he understands and mentally adds that to his list of things to Google when he gets home. “But really, Blackbeard? I mean, he’s hot yeah, but he’s kinda--” Lucius frowns and Stede tries not to feel anxious, tries to tamp it down. “He’s kind of a dick, actually.”
Stede nearly spits his drink out. “What?”
“And pretty slutty.”
Stede winces, “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean,” Lucius rolls his eyes, “He’s basically everyone’s type. Really well known in the community and you know what that means.” Lucius widens his eyes significantly and Stede nods, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat.
Trust Stede to become infatuated with the most attractive and unattainable man in town.
“Pete used to work for him and, even though he was unjustly fired, he still talks like the sun shines out of Blackbeard’s ass.” Lucius bites out, shaking his head. “I mean, I love that man, but sometimes I wonder if he was dropped on his head as a baby too many times.”
“Does--” Stede’s throat catches, the words stuck in his throat, “Does Blackbeard usually pick up someone new every night?”
He’s too nervous to look Lucius in the face, but Stede sees the look of pity Lucius gives him out of the corner of his eye.
“Usually he has his crew do the work for him. Barely even gets up from his seat to do the wooing himself.”
“Right.” Stede takes a big gulp of his drink, telling himself over and over that he’s fine.
“Hey--” Lucius starts, a kind tone to his voice that makes Stede’s skin itch.
“So, did I miss the memo on the dress code?” Stede cuts in, gesturing to Lucius’ outfit, ignoring the pinching of his throat. “I thought I got close this time, but it seems I was still way off.”
“Oh,” Lucius leans against the bar on his elbows, showing off his outfit for the full effect, “It’s chaps night! Yeah, they do it on the first Friday of the month, been doing it since the ‘80s I think.”
Stede grasps onto the topic with desperation, anything to avoid that settling feeling of not enough in his gut.
Lucius regales him with the history of Spanish Jackie’s, chaps, jockstraps and Stede lets himself get carried away with it. Lucius is kind and funny and easy to talk to and Stede envies him for it. He almost forgets about that ache in his chest as he and Lucius discuss the finer points of polyamory.
They’re so deep in conversation that Stede nearly jumps out of his skin when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder and Ed’s face appears next to Lucius’.
“Well, this looks cosy,” Ed says, a tight grin on his lips. He’s got half his hair pulled up, a black and white bandana with the lower half of a skull face on it buried under his beard, and - oh god - he’s shirtless under his familiar leather jacket. All bare skin and tattoos and nipple piercings except for the leather harness stretching across the top of his chest with metal hoops connecting it to the pieces that snake under his arms. Stede looks down and, sure enough, Ed’s wearing chaps. He’s got blue jeans underneath, but they’re so tight that Stede imagines he can see Ol’ Albie through them.
Stede desperately downs the rest of his drink, his mouth suddenly dry as the Sahara.
“Hey, Ed,” Lucius grits out, looking uncomfortable as Ed slings an arm around Lucius’ shoulder. “How’s things?”
“Things? Things’re good, mate, real good. Hey! Geraldo!” Almost immediately, Geraldo’s head swings round, even though he’s at the other end of the bar, “Get Stede another drink!” Geraldo frowns, but sets to work and that must be enough for Ed. “Stede, d’you mind if I borrow Lucius here for just a minute?”
“A minute? Is that all?” Lucius grumbles and Ed guffaws, too loud.
Stede frowns, that ache in his chest rearing its head again. “No, I suppose--”
“Great! Be right back.”
And Ed sets off, half-dragging Lucius off his seat. Stede watches as they head towards one of the side doors that leads out to the alley between Jackie’s and the next place over. Lucius shrugs Ed’s arm off at the door and they pause to talk, both frowning and getting rather close in each other’s face. Lucius says something and Ed laughs again, but he’s got a dark look in his eyes that unsettles Stede.
He’s distracted by Geraldo dropping off a beer and when Stede looks back, Lucius and Ed are gone, the door swinging shut behind them.
It feels like a punch to the gut. He’s breathless, dazed with it, only the cool sweat from his drink keeping him grounded to reality.
Stede glances at his watch. 11:43 p.m. Ed said they’d only be gone a minute. But what could they have to talk about? Lucius said his boyfriend used to work for Ed, maybe it had something to do with that? But Lucius also said it didn’t end well, so what could be so important that Ed would drag Lucius off like that? Should Stede be concerned?
The song on the jukebox turns over to the next and Stede checks his watch again. 11:46 p.m.
Stede’s stomach roils. He tries to convince himself that it’s fine, it isn’t any of his business who Ed chooses to spend his time with. They aren’t promised to each other or anything like that. They’re just… Well, they probably aren’t even friends with benefits. They barely know each other. They’re acquaintances if anything. Most of their conversations so far revolved around pleasantries and sex. Does that even make them acquaintances?
11:50 p.m.
Stede came here hoping for another encounter, to meet another man like Ed, perhaps make another such acquaintance. At least, that’s what he told himself when he got dressed for the evening. He’d told himself that lie all the way up to sitting down at the bar. But when he looked around and Ed was nowhere to be found, Stede felt the disappointment in his gut. He should have known then he would be going home alone.
11:52 p.m.
Stede shouldn’t feel jealous. He has no claim over Ed. Ed has no claim over him. They’re just ships passing in the night. It’s a coincidence that they even ran into each other the second time. It’s just luck of the draw that they share a sexual compatability that made their time together so thrilling. Stede should be grateful for the experience. Stede should walk out of this place and never look back. He should give up on Ed Teach, give up on this growing obsession before it consumes him. Before it ruins him for anyone else.
11:56 p.m.
But honestly, how dare Ed? He must be breaking some kind of secret gay code to waltz in and take off with someone else right in front of another sexual partner. It’s just rude. Stede knows he would never do something like that to Ed, even if he had half Ed’s charisma and good looks. So how can Ed do that to him? How can Ed be so mean and cruel and, worse, rude?
11:59 p.m.
Stede stands. He lets his frustration carry him all the way to the door Ed and Lucius disappeared through. He bursts out the door, expecting to see them standing right there in the dark and damp alleyway, going at it, but there’s nothing but an empty alley.
A squeak and scuffle carries from around the corner and Stede follows the sound.
“Please, I promise--”
Lucius’ voice breaks off with a screech as Stede rounds the corner. Ed has Lucius backed up against the brick wall in a hidden corner just off the end of the alley and behind the bar. It’s dark enough that Stede can only just see in the illumination of the streetlamp. Ed’s hand is fisted in Lucius’ red scarf, their noses barely inches apart.
“Oh, Stede! Thank god,” Lucius mutters.
Ed’s grip on Lucius slowly loosens as he gazes at Stede and Stede can’t look away. He tries to breathe past the stinging in his chest, tries to tell himself he’s fine, this is what he expected, but the heat in his cheeks won’t let up.
“Get lost,” Ed says to Lucius, stepping aside.
“Gladly,” Lucius scrambles past Ed and pauses at Stede. “Good luck,” he pats Stede’s shoulder before disappearing around the corner, the door slamming shut behind him.
The silence hangs between them as Ed leans up against the wall Lucius vacated, pulling a thick cigar from his jacket pocket. The strike of his match illuminates his face for a moment and Stede hates how handsome he is even when he’s being an ass.
There should be a law against being such a devastatingly handsome jerk who picks up other men in front of his acquaintance with benefits.
“Well?” Stede finally breaks, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Ed’s thick eyebrows draw up nearly into his hairline. “Me?”
“Yes!” Stede hates the way his voice comes out like a whine. “Maybe it’s some kind of game to you, but it’s rude to sweep off with someone right in front of your current-- acquaintance.”
God, he feels like such a fool.
“That what we are?” Ed blows a cloud of tobacco into the cool night air. “Acquaintances?”
Stede frowns, fighting the urge to squirm under Ed’s heavy gaze. “What else would we be?”
It’s not a rhetorical question.
Ed’s beard twitches with the hint of a grin. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re angry.”
Stede flushes, prays Ed can’t see it in the darkness, “Don’t try to flirt your way out of this.”
“Well, you scared him off,” Ed shrugs, the gleam of his cigar burning in their dark little corner. His eyes almost seem to burn red as they stare Stede down, “Who’s gonna suck my dick now?”
It’s a challenge and Stede knows it. He shouldn’t take the bait. He should walk away, find some other, nicer leather daddy to take him home.
But he doesn’t want nice. He wants Ed. He wants everything that entails.
So Stede steps forward, crowds Ed against the wall and does what he’s been wanting to do since the moment he saw Ed walk in tonight. He slides his hands under the leather jacket, all around the soft middle of his belly and round to his back. He trails his fingers up to the back of the chest harness, shivering at the feel of leather on skin, of Ed’s chest pressed tight enough up against his own that he can feel the sharpness of the metal piercings through Ed’s nipples rubbing through his shirt. He nuzzles at Ed’s face, shivering at the feel of coarse beard against his skin, head angled for a kiss but Ed’s hand catches him by the hair before he can get too close.
The scent of tobacco hangs heavy around them as Ed exhales a cloud of smoke. Its aroma is rich, masculine, and herbaceous, making Stede’s eyes flutter and his knees weak. It’s so uniquely Ed.
Ed pulls his head back by the hair and the burn sends shivers up and down Stede’s spine. Ed’s tongue leaves a wet trail from the collar of his shirt all the way up to his ear.
“Beg for it.”
Stede whimpers, too dazed to form a reply.
“Beg for Daddy’s cock, sweetheart.” Ed’s teeth nibble at Stede’s earlobe and Stede genuinely thinks he might faint. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
God, how can Ed reduce him to this in mere moments?
“Please, Daddy,” Stede whispers, feeling like he’s using his voice for the first time in years, “I want your cock.”
“Yeah, baby? How do you want it?”
“Want it--oh god--” Stede breaks when Ed’s lips find that spot just beneath his jaw and sucks. “Want it in my mouth. Want your cock in my mouth, want it in my throat, oh--”
“Good boy, such a dirty slut for me, aren’t you?”
Ed’s praise is like fire in his veins and Stede can do nothing but cling to the man, his fingers grasping at the harness like it’s the only thing holding him up.
“I wanna swallow your come, Daddy,” Stede mumbles, hypnotised by the wet mouth on his neck, the hard press of Ed’s body against his, the smell of leather and tobacco.
“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna swallow it so good, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
“Get on your knees.”
Ed’s hand gentles in Stede’s hair and Stede can’t help himself. He wants so badly, wants to touch, to taste, to keep. He kisses his way down Ed’s chest, licks over the leather chest strap because he wants the flavour of leather and skin on his tongue. He even snakes his tongue in between to taste the skin underneath, to get the salty tang of sweat on his tongue.
Stede whimpers when he gets one of Ed’s pierced nipples in his mouth, can’t help it when he feels the cool metal and hot skin contrasting in his mouth. He wraps his mouth around them and suckles, laves, nibbles until he feels Ed’s chest heaving under him. Stede kisses his way across to Ed’s other nipple and pays the same worship, not wanting to miss a spot. Ed lets him indulge, shivering and sighing under his mouth and hands. Stede only wishes he had Ed in his bed so he could do this properly. But Ed’s hand on his head nudges and Stede tells himself that he’ll take what he can get.
His lips travel down Ed’s stomach, along the trail of hair that leads to Ed’s treasure. Stede’s knees hit the rocky and wet ground between Ed’s boots. He should be concerned about the dirt and unknown grime soaking into his jeans, but all he cares about is the heat of Ed’s cock against his cheek as he rubs his face over Ed’s crotch.
Stede drags his palms over the leather chaps, humming at the feel of the material under his hands as they trail over Ed’s thighs, up to undo the front of those lickably tight jeans. Stede takes his time, committing every inch to memory, not knowing if he’ll have it again.
He noses along the outline of Ed’s cock through the opening of his jeans, over the black briefs, just feeling the heat of Ed’s cock through the fabric. He follows the line of it up to the head, trapped in the waistband and nudges it down just enough to lick at the tip. He licks at the Prince Albert piercing he loves so much, moans at the feel of metal against his tongue.
God, he wants this forever.
Stede pushes the thought aside, ignores the pang in his chest to focus on the texture and heat of Ed’s tip. He sucks at it, eating up the dribble of precum that’s started to ooze out. He rolls his tongue all around before he hooks a finger in Ed’s brief and tugs it down, holding the head of Ed’s cock in his mouth as more and more of it is freed.
Ed’s hand pets through his hair and Stede sits back on his heels long enough for Ed to adjust. He gets to watch as Ed puts his cigar between his teeth while he uses both hands to push his briefs down and expose his cock to the chill evening air, metal gleaming at the tip. It’s with practised ease that Ed pushes his clothes down to rest just under his balls, leaving him bare for anyone to see. For anyone to see Stede here, on his knees for Ed.
They’d probably laugh to see such a mismatched pair.
Ed’s so beautiful like this, his back arched to bring his hips forward, jacket falling open to show off the trim torso scattered with tattoos and crisscrossed with leather. Stede goes breathless when Ed’s hand goes back to his cigar, blowing a big cloud of tobacco and ashing onto the ground by Stede’s knees. Ed’s other hand returns to Stede’s hair, carding through with nails that make Stede’s eyes flutter shut.
Stede’s cock is rock hard, his hands cling to Ed, needing the strength of his solid thighs beneath him. He knows Ed’s probably had his cock sucked so many times by so many more experienced people and Stede should be grateful to be among them. He hopes he can be good enough, make Ed feel good so he doesn’t regret it later.
Stede leans in again, rubbing Ed’s cock on his cheek, teasing his lips against it, a tease for himself as much as it is for Ed. He goes to open his mouth for it again, tongue out to lick, but Ed’s hand in his hair stills him, pulling hard enough to bring tears to his eyes and make him squeak.
He looks up at Ed, worry knotting in his stomach. He’s already done something wrong, he’s sure of it. But Ed’s eyes look down at him with dark desire, his lips pursing to suck at his cigar before he pulls it away to speak.
“Such a pretty mouth you got, baby,” Ed says, the pinky finger of the hand still holding his cigar caresses Stede’s wet lower lip. “Mouth like this just begs to get fucked. That what you came here for tonight? For someone to fuck this pretty whore mouth of yours?”
Stede shakes his head and Ed’s lip curls, the hand in Stede’s hair giving his head a rough shake that has him crying out.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me!” Ed growls.
“I’m not !” Stede insists, breathless and eager to please, “I was waiting for you.”
Ed’s hand stills and Stede closes his eyes, sure he’s ruined things. He’s exposed his heart and Ed is disgusted by it, he’ll turn away any minute now--
Stede’s breath catches as Ed’s fingers card through his hair, gentle, soothing the spike of pain they’d caused.
“Waitin’ for me, huh?” Ed murmurs above him and when Stede looks up this time, Ed’s got this dazed look on his face. “So desperate for me, were you? Hungry for me? For my cock?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Stede whispers and watches Ed shudder, his eyes fluttering shut.
Ed’s eyes open, all sharp focus and needy intent.
“Open your mouth, pet.”
Stede obeys without hesitation.
“Stick your tongue out.”
Stede does and Ed’s fingers move from his hair to his mouth, dipping in to collect the saliva pooled on his tongue then circling his lips with the wetness.
“Your mouth belongs to me now.”
Stede shudders, a whimper building in his throat.
“Your hole belongs to me.”
Stede shivers, his hole clenching at the words.
“Your body belongs to me.” Ed’s fingers slip inside his mouth, sliding over his tongue and touching the roof of his mouth. “No one touches you but me.”
Stede moans, affirmative, his body tingling with it. He feels like he’s floating now, high on the possessive growl of Ed’s voice, the fingers in his mouth claiming him just as much as Ed’s cock and Ed’s words ever could.
Ed’s fingers slide free and tilt Stede’s chin up, dark eyes boring into Stede’s.
“Say ‘Yes, Daddy.’”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Ed’s hand cups his chin, thumb caressing his lip and Stede sucks it into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut again.
“Good boy. Now, show Daddy how much you love his cock.”
Ed’s hand returns to his hair, a reassuring weight as Stede leans in, gripping Ed’s cock around the base. He eagerly licks along the veins to the slit, lapping up the leaking precum.
“Suck it,” Ed’s hand pets through Stede’s hair, an implied threat that makes Stede shiver.
Stede wraps his lips around the tip, sucking, tongue rubbing at the glans, at the piercing between them and feels Ed’s cock twitch in his mouth. He toys the slit with the tip of his tongue, hearing Ed’s breath catch, opens his eyes to see Ed’s stomach heaving with each breath.
Even if Stede won’t be Ed’s last or his best, he’s glad at least to have an effect, to make Ed shiver and shudder beneath him with just his tongue.
Stede’s moment of pride breaks when Ed’s cock suddenly thrusts deep, a surprised moan garbling in Stede’s mouth as he opens wide to avoid scraping Ed’s cock with his teeth. He feels it hit the back of his throat and set off his gag reflex, his whole body lighting up as he gags on Ed’s cock. He swallows past it with a shudder. At least his practice with dildos and the one other blowjob he’s ever given Ed has made him used to the sensation, even if he can’t ever conquer it entirely. He’s not sure he wants to conquer it, when it feels like this.
“Problem?” Ed says and Stede looks up to see a cocky smile on his face as his cigar gleams between his lips.
Stede wonders if Ed had to practise to become such an arrogant bastard or if he came to it naturally.
Stede shakes his head as best he can around Ed’s cock, still deep in his mouth, deep enough his nose nearly brushes the dark thatch of hair at Ed’s pelvis. Ed pulls back and Stede suckles extra hard on the tip, feeling Ed’s cock throb in his mouth as Ed groans above him, his breathing turning erratic.
There. Take that!
“Good boy,” Ed grunts.
Stede’s stomach flutters, his cock throbbing at Ed’s approval. He hadn’t realised how much he needed it, how it filled him with accomplishment and satisfaction to hear those words from Ed’s lips.
Ed’s hand fists into his hair, sweetly tight as he presses down hard on Stede’s head, shoving the head of his cock towards the back of Stede’s throat again. He stops just before, and Stede feels Ed’s hand tighten as he starts to move Stede’s head back and forth.
Stede’s eyes nearly roll back into his head as he realises Ed’s fucking his face, using his hair as a handhold. Using Stede’s mouth for his pleasure like Stede is just a toy.
Was this objectification? If so, Stede might have to do some adjusting to his list.
Ed’s deep, low groan pulls Stede from his thoughts, “You ready to take it deeper?”
God, yes .
It’s so deep already, but when Stede opens his tear-blurred eyes, he sees it’s not even halfway. So he opens wide, feeling the tip of Ed’s cock drag along the roof of his mouth as he pulls out.
“You’re droolin' for my cock, baby.” Ed’s fingers rub at Stede’s lips, the place where they’re sealed around Ed’s cock, rubbing through the mess of drool there. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
Both hands push Stede’s head down this time, his cock shoving deep into Stede’s mouth and Stede moans so loud it echoes off the brick walls around them. He gags on Ed’s cock as Ed starts fucking his mouth proper, short, hard rhythmic thrusts that go deep, nudging the back of Stede’s throat and making him tremble.
Breathing stifled, vision obscured by tears, all Stede feels is Ed’s cock filling his mouth over and over again. It hurts, just a little, just enough that Stede’s cock aches with it, leaving a damp spot in his underwear, maybe even through his jeans by now.
Ed’s precum coats Stede’s tongue with each thrust and his body tingles, even Stede’s empty hole twitches in anticipation. He can’t help fantasising about Ed’s cock inside him, remembering how good it felt, how it filled him up, the slap of skin on skin when Ed pounded into him.
“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you, baby?” Ed growls and Stede whimpers, wondering how Ed reads him so well, “I can see you-- archin' your back. You’d fuckin’ beg for it if you could, wouldn’t you?”
Stede’s hands drift down, wanting to touch himself, wanting to free his cock, wanting to get even just a finger inside.
Ed thrusts in hard with a grunt, his cock hitting the back of Stede’s throat before stopping in place. Stede struggles to breathe as Ed’s cock fills his mouth, his body squirming even as Ed's hand in his hair pulls hard, keeping him in place.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Stede tries to relax his throat muscles, thinking of the dildos he’s managed to take back home, trying to give Ed’s cock room to slide deeper. He imagines it slipping so deep Ed might be able to see the outline of it, might be able to feel it if he grabs Stede by the throat. The thought makes him dizzy, but Stede forces his hands back to Ed’s thighs.
“Good,” Ed croons, petting Stede’s head, “Good boy.”
Stede’s blood pounds in his ears, rushing, and he wonders if he’ll come or pass out first.
Ed pulls free and Stede gasps for air, but he doesn’t have long. Ed’s grip tightens in his hair again and then he’s dragged down onto Ed’s cock again, filling his throat over and over. Ed’s hips thrust up, shoving his cock deep into Stede’s mouth, his breath ragged as he rambles out praise that makes Stede’s heart soar.
“That’s it, so good for me, baby. Fuck, so fuckin’ wet, just for me. So eager for it, so needy. All mine, no one gets you like this-- no one-- just mine-- all for me-- fuck--”
Stede chokes as Ed’s cock thrusts deeper than before, cutting off his air supply again but this time Stede feels Ed throb in his mouth as heat floods his throat. He gags, tears and drool dripping down his face as Ed fucks his come down Stede’s throat, holding Stede in place so he’s helpless to do anything but take it all.
There’s nowhere he’d rather be.
Ed yanks Stede off with a grunt and Stede gasps for air as Ed strokes his cock, coaxing out the last few dribbles of come onto Stede’s cheek, smearing it around with the tip of his dick as his breathing starts to steady.
Finally, Ed’s hips still and settle back against the wall, his head falling back. His chest heaves, gleaming with sweat, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and Stede is smitten, enamoured, infatuated.
“Fuck,” Ed groans and Stede would say the same if he were capable of forming words. Ed looks down, a little grin making his beard twitch as his thumb rubs in the come on Stede’s cheek. “Could’t help myself, you make such a pretty sight covered in my come.”
Ed feeds his come into Stede’s mouth and Stede’s eyes flutter shut as he sucks the come off Ed’s thumb, eager for the taste of it. Ed presses down on his tongue and Stede sways, Ed’s murmurs of ownership and possession playing over and over in his head.
When Ed slides his digit free, Stede opens his eyes, surprised to find that at some point Ed had managed to tuck his cock away and do up his pants with one hand. If Stede wasn’t so light-headed with need, he’d be impressed.
“Now,” Ed says, his hand fisting to pull Stede’s head back by his hair, forcing his chest forward and his back to arch. “What are we gonna do about this?”
And the toe of Ed’s combat boot pushes down gently on Stede’s bulging jeans, right over his aching cock. Stede cries out, clutching at Ed’s thigh.
“Looks like someone’s got a little problem, huh baby?” Stede looks up and Ed grins down at him, puffing away at his cigar. “You wanna come for Daddy?”
Stede nods and then whines as Ed shakes him by the hair.
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” Ed soothes, his hand petting through Stede’s hair, reassuring Stede he’d done well. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna hump my boot until you come. No hands, no touching, just my boot to get you off. Understand?”
Stede whimpers, near sobbing, biting at his lip to keep all his insecurities from spilling out.
But Ed sees them anyway.
“What’s wrong, pet? Tell me.” Ed’s hand keeps petting and Stede latches on to that soothing feeling to steady himself.
“W-What if I can’t-- can’t do it?” Stede whines, hating the tears he feels pricking at his eyes. He’s so wound up that it should be possible, but suddenly he’s worried he’ll fail. Fail Ed.
“Shh, shh,” Ed rubs Stede’s head and Stede soaks it in, pressing his forehead to the crease of Ed’s thigh. Ed’s hand tilts Stede’s chin up and their eyes meet. Ed’s look soft, gentle, but steady. “Do you need your safeword?”
Stede takes a breath, but Ed’s finger on his lip stops him.
“Think before you answer.”
And Stede does. He even closes his eyes and checks in with himself. He’s needy, his heart racing, his blood pumping, his cock aching. He’s nervous, a tingling of butterflies in his belly, a tension in his shoulders. But he wants to come, he wants to be good for Ed, he wants.
Stede opens his eyes, meeting Ed’s gaze and feeling sure this time.
“No, Daddy.”
“Then you can do it, can’t you? You can come on my boot?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Ed’s boot presses against Stede’s cock and Stede moans, his head falling to Ed’s thigh again. Ed’s foot shifts, the toe shifting to press up behind Stede’s balls, right up against his taint and it lines Stede’s cock up perfectly with Ed’s leather covered calf. “Then get to it.”
With both hands gripping Ed’s chaps, Stede starts grinding his cock against Ed’s calf, up and down, undulating his hips back onto the tip of Ed’s boot and up again, broken groans slipping past his lips. His cock throbs in his pants as Ed’s hand returns to his hair, nails scraping and fingers tugging gently then harder until Stede moans with it, his hips starting to move faster. He chases that wonderful friction, grinds his cock down on Ed’s leg with growing desperation, his heart hammering in his chest--
Down the alley, the side door bangs open and Stede hears the loud music from the bar as voices fill the alley. He stills, his grip on Ed going white-knuckled as he hears the click of lighters, the rumble of conversation. Stede looks to Ed, lost, but Ed just grins down at him, his boot hitching on Stede’s cock.
“Didn’t say you could stop, pet.” Ed says, voice low as he slips two fingers into Stede’s gaping mouth. “Here, I’ll help you keep quiet.”
Stede shudders, his hips stuttering forward again. He can’t help wondering how far the voices are, if they can hear his wet gasps, what they would think to see him like this. To see him so expertly taken apart, wanton and begging, getting himself off on Ed’s boot.
He wonders if they might touch themselves.
Stede comes just like that, his cries muffled by Ed’s fingers as his hips twitch forward, his aching cock pulsing so hard the edges of his vision goes black.
Dimly, Stede hears the squeak of the door open again, the shuffle of feet and then it’s just him and Ed in the alley.
Stede feels like he’s floating, wading through molasses, bobbing along with the ocean’s waves. He feels Ed moving around him, feels the brush of cloth over his face, hears the rumble of a soothing voice and it fills him with warmth. His knees are damp and achy, his throat raw, but he’s contented, fulfilled, satisfied.
When he comes to, he’s got his cheek on Ed’s shoulder, sweat sticking to the leather. He’s in Ed’s lap, the two of them sitting on the ground, Ed’s back propped up against the brick wall. His legs splay wide over either side of Ed's thighs, cradled to Ed's chest, his head resting on Ed's shoulder while Ed's hand massages the back of his neck in firm, soothing strokes.
Aftercare. It's nice of Ed to spend the time. From Stede’s understanding it’s necessary after BDSM scenes, but that doesn’t mean everyone takes the time for it. It’s nice.
"You back?" Ed says, his voice a comforting rumble in Stede’s ear. He wants to pretend he's not, he wants to stay here as long as he can, he wants to fall asleep in Ed's arms.
"I'm back," Stede replies instead because everything has to end eventually.
They gather themselves slowly, standing with pained grunts and groans like the old men they are. Ed bends to massage his knee with a wince and Stede frowns down at the absolute mess that is his pants. This time he's got wet knees to match his wet crotch.
He'll never be able to look his dry cleaner in the eyes again.
Ed walks him to the main road to wait for his Uber to arrive, Stede’s jacket carefully folded over his crotch yet again.
A beat of silence passes and Stede hopes he's just imagining the awkwardness. He wants to ask Ed out properly, wants to do something to make it last, make sure they don't go another week without talking.
"Would you like to--"
"Text me when--"
Their words trip each other and then they both break off with a laugh.
Ed's smile is radiant.
"Go ahead," Ed says.
"No, please--"
"It's just-- Make sure you drink water when you get home. Like, a big fuckin' glass of water." Ed measures the height of said glass out with his hands, it's comically too tall, but Stede nods.
"I will."
"Good. Yeah, and, maybe eat a protein bar or something, so your blood sugar doesn't get low or whatever."
"Okay, I can do that." Stede grins because he can't help it. His brain is telling him it's just natural kindness, it's just part of the aftercare process, Ed's just checking off a box. But his heart sings.
"Good. Good."
The sound of a car pulling up has them both turning and Stede’s disappointed to see the Uber sign in the window.
"Well, this is me." The car pulls up beside them and Stede wishes he were brave enough to ask for a kiss. But he doesn't want to push too far too soon.
He turns away, opening the door.
"Wait," Ed calls.
Stede's heart jumps into his aching throat.
"What were you gonna say?"
"Oh," Stede blinks. "Honestly, I don't remember. Probably something terribly contrived about the weather."
He wishes it were that easy, that he could be that brave again.
Maybe next time.
"Oh. All right." Ed says and Stede tells himself the disappointment he hears is all in his own head.
But he's pulled from his thoughts by Ed's hand, sliding to the nape of Stede’s neck, pulling him in for a gentle, almost chaste, kiss. Stede can't help the little noise he makes in the back of his throat as Ed pulls away, too far, too soon.
"G'night, Stede."
Stede's eyes blink open and he smiles, can't help himself.
"Goodnight, Ed."
As Stede climbs into the car, Ed leans down to say, "Text me when you get home."
Stede can't stop smiling.
"I will."
"’Til next time then." Ed winks and closes the car door. Stede waves as the car pulls away and watches Ed stand there until the car drives around the corner and he's out of sight.
Later, when Stede gets home, he finds a damp and messy black skull bandana tucked into his jacket pocket.