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Steve had been excited for movie night all week, gathering snacks and drinks, setting up the couch with blankets and pillows, fluttering around the house the day of, filled with anxious energy. He enjoyed hosting, liked being able to fill the empty house with noise and light. Especially when one of the people he was hosting was his boyfriend Eddie.
The windows are open, letting the late summer breeze into the overheated house. Steve is rearranging the pillows for the fourth time in ten minutes when he hears the telltale clanking of Eddie’s beat up van outside, tension bleeding from his posture. As he goes to open the door, he pauses and smoothes his shirt, fingers lingering near his throat as he adjusts the collar. He hears the footsteps approaching the door and is close to tripping over himself as he pulls the door open, grinning when Eddie swoops inside and wraps him in a hug.
Steve laughs loudly, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, sighing as lips pressed against his neck, Eddie’s head tucked into the crook of his shoulder. “Hi,” Steve murmurs as his fingers tangle in Eddie’s dark curls.
“Hey.” Eddie’s voice is muffled against Steve’s skin, the curve of his smile against his shoulder. Eddie holds onto him for another long moment before pulling back, letting his hands slide up Steve’s back to his shoulders and just admiring him. “How was your day?”
“Good.” Steve can’t help the way he’s grinning, pulling Eddie deeper into the house to let the door close. “Didn’t do too much, made some snacks for tonight, did some cleaning. It was… nice.”
“Good.” Eddie grins and kisses Steve’s lips, short and sweet. “Tonight should be fun, Jonathan and Argyle are good guys, I haven’t had a lot of time to hang out with them since everything went down.” Eddie lets himself be pulled into the living room, giving a content sigh as he sinks onto the couch, spreading his thighs. “Come here baby.”
Steve lets himself be pulled down onto Eddie’s lap, wiggling to be obnoxious as he settles on Eddie’s legs. “Love when you’re here.” He’s sitting sideways, Eddie’s lips already pressing against his jaw, fingertips dancing over his front, up his stomach and chest, along the dip of his collar until they cup his jaw. Steve sighs into Eddie’s mouth as they settle into an easy makeout. Teeth graze Steve’s lower lip, goading him into opening his mouth a little wider. Eddie is overtaking Steve’s senses, the taste and feel and smell of him sending his heart thrumming.
Eddie lets out a low groan, pulling Steve’s hand to his chest, relaxing at the slide of his hand over his shirt. He could lose a lot of time like this, just feeling Steve’s skin under his fingers, the wet press of their mouths, it was as close to heaven on earth that Eddie would ever get. Steve’s eyes are damn near sparkling as they break the kiss, his lips spit slick and pink. Eddie is tempted to lean in and kiss him stupid, be so wrapped up in him that nothing else exists.
Of course, the rumble of another van pulling up outside is enough to have Steve getting off Eddie’s lap, making him pout. “You sure we have to do movie night? Could just keep you here all to myself.”
“It’ll be fun,” Steve promises, bending down to press one more lingering kiss to Eddie’s lips, staying there a moment to share a breath with him. Eddie groans, feeling the loss as Steve goes to the door, opening it just as Argyle and Jonathan make it up the porch.
Jonathan is tucked against Argyle’s side, looking relaxed in his usual tired way and giving Steve a smile in greeting. Argyle is dressed in clashing colors, a backwards visor holding his long hair away from his face. He greets Steve with an eager exclamation, not letting go of Jonathan as he hugs him with one arm. Steve takes it in stride, leading them over to the couch where Eddie has made himself look less wound up than he was feeling.
“Gentlemen, always a pleasure.” Eddie inclines his head, sharing a fist bump with Argyle and a firm squeeze on the hand with Jonathan. Argyle takes a seat, Jonathan passing the movie of choice to Steve. The cover was artsy, and Eddie already knew Steve would be zoning out before too long. He reaches to scratch his cheek to hide a grin.
Jonathan sits next to Argyle, cracking open a soda as he gets comfortable. Argyle’s fingers begin combing through his hair and he goes near boneless, looking more relaxed than Eddie’s ever seen him. It’s sweet.
He tries not to stare too long, but his eyes are tracing Argyle’s fingers, mouth watering slightly. He’s still wound up from his make out with Steve, heat throbbing in his belly as he pictures Argyle’s fingers in Steve’s mouth. It’s enough to have him snapping his gaze away, staring out the window into the darkening summer night. He drags his hands over his face, the cool metal of his rings a stark difference to his heated skin. The couch cushion dips, Steve sitting down, and he’s pulled into his boyfriend’s side.
Eddie lets his head fall against Steve’s shoulder, turning so he can press a kiss to his shoulder through the shirt. Steve’s arm wraps around Eddie’s waist, thumb drawing small circles against his hip, fingers curling into his shirt. Eddie reaches for a box of reeses pieces, crunching on them as the movie starts with some synth-y soundtrack, immediately losing his interest.
He glances over in time to see Jonathan roll his eyes and sit up to whisper something in Argyle’s ear, making him bite back a grin. Argyle kisses Jonathan’s cheek and murmurs something in reply. Eddie can’t hear the words, but can almost feel the low vibrations of the sound. He sighs and lets his gaze return to the screen, feeling Steve shift to get more comfortable next to him.
The acting isn’t great, the sound design sucks, and Eddie finds himself growing more and more bored by the minute. He wishes Buckley had been able to join them, she’s always fun to bitch about bad movies with, but she had a date. He closes his eyes, intending to doze off. He’s comfortable, curled up against his boyfriend, idly listening to the movie and occasional quiet murmurs between the other three, but then Steve shifts again, the third time in as many minutes.
He opens his eyes again, the candy having been set aside, and sees the faintest flush on Steve’s cheeks, which is interesting, the sleepy haze instantly gone from Eddie’s mind. He nuzzles closer, feeling the way Steve’s bicep flexes as he adjusts his hold on Eddie’s waist. Eddie kisses low on Steve’s jaw, smirking faintly against the short stubble when he tenses slightly, eyes darting.
Eddie’s hand had been innocently resting on Steve’s knee, but now the tips of his fingers trail upwards, slow and deliberate. He turns his gaze back to the movie, biting the inside of his cheek as he keeps his expression neutral. He can hear the way Steve’s breath hitches, his thigh pressing more insistently against Eddie’s.
Eddie slips his hand between Steve’s thighs, tracing along the inseam of his jeans. He likes to think he’s sneaky, but Steve lifts a hand to cover his mouth, taking a sharp breath. “Eds, babe,” he mumbles, eyes darting over towards Jonathan and Argyle. “What…?”
“Hm? Want me to stop?” Eddie’s voice tilts up innocently, words vibrating against Steve’s bicep. Steve swallows, giving a slow shake of his head. Eddie’s tongue pokes out of his mouth as he wets his lips, the droning soundtrack of the movie not even annoying him anymore. He glances down and grins at the way Steve’s cock is bulging slightly in his jeans, looking as worked up as Eddie is feeling.
Steve’s leg jolts slightly as Eddie’s fingers drift higher, knee knocking against Argyle’s. Eddie has to fight not to grin when Argyle’s eyes dart down to look at Steve’s lap. “Woah,” he murmurs, an easy grin spreading across his lips. “Didn’t realize it was this kind of party. Righteous.”
“Hm?” Jonathan had been engrossed in the movie, the only one of the group to be fully immersed in it, save for a few bitchy comments about the soundtrack. He followed Argyle’s gaze and his cheeks flushed as Steve’s mouth fell open, Eddie covering his bulge with his whole hand. “Oh.”
“This okay? Don’t wanna do anything if you’re not down for it.” Eddie grins at the other two, smile only widening when they both nod. “You know, Jonathan, Steve mentioned that the two of you have, uh, hooked up before?”
“Yeah, uh, just once.” Jonathan looks away, giving a nervous little laugh. “He’s uh, got a good mouth.”
Steve inhales sharply, bringing a hand up to his hot cheek. “Oh, uh, thank you.” His hips jerk slightly as Eddie’s thumb presses down against the head of his cock through his jeans. “Eddie, babe…”
“What?” Eddie giggles, stroking his thumb slowly. “We’re having a conversation, Stevie, Don’t be rude.”
He moans, clapping his hand over his mouth. He’s not usually quite so sensitive, but he can feel eyes on him and that makes him feel needier than he usually does . Steve bites his lip as Argyle’s fingers wrap around his wrist, prying it away from his mouth. “Let those noises out, Pretty Boy.” His voice is a low rumble, sending a shiver down Steve’s spine. “That’s it,” he murmurs as Steve moans out louder, trying in vain to push his hips into Eddie’s hand.
Jonathan swallows as he watches his boyfriend grasp Steve’s wrist, a little shocked at the erection pressing against the fly of his jeans. He takes a long breath through his nose and reaches for the remote, switching off the movie. The only noise now is Steve’s heavy breaths and low murmurs from Eddie.
Jonathan had certainly noticed Eddie in school, it was near impossible not to. But until now, he’s never really given him much thought. Not in a sexual context, at least. Now? Now he kind of wants to get on his knees for Eddie.
He gets up off the couch and steps to stand in front of Steve, who eyes him with his lip between his teeth. “Hey,” he breathes. “You’re into this, huh?”
Steve laughs, averting his eyes for a moment. “I, uh, I guess. Never really thought about it until now. Doesn’t hurt that you and Argyle are really hot.”
“Aw, thanks dude.” Argyle knocks his shoulder against Steve's, making him laugh.
Jonathan nods and reaches for Steve, cupping his cheek and tracing his lower lip with his thumb. Steve’s eyes flutter shut and his tongue pokes out to wet the pad of Jonathan’s thumb. His heart is racing as he withdraws his hand for just a moment before he presses his pointer and middle finger between Steve’s lips, fingertips stroking his tongue. His mouth his warm and wet, and he sucks on Jonathan’s fingers with the same reverence he remembers Steve using on his cock.
Eddie can’t help the way he’s beaming, leaning in to nuzzle against Steve’s neck. His jaw works around Jonathan’s fingers and he makes low, wet sounds as Eddie palms him through his jeans. His teeth graze Steve’s neck, and his next moan is warbly. His eyelids flutter, eyelashes fanned out against his cheeks.
Steve nearly gags as Jonathan’s fingers press against the back of his tongue, blush spreading down his neck. He sighs as he sucks a little harder, tip of his tongue sliding against the underside of Jonathan’s fingers, leaning his head forward. He enjoys giving oral, likes having something in his mouth or to work his tongue against. It makes him feel settled, far more settled than he’s used to feeling. He doesn’t fully notice when Eddie unbuttons his jeans, but definitely notices when they’re shoved down with his boxers, the air cool on his hard, flushed cock.
“There we go,” Eddie practically purrs, tips of his fingers ghosting along Steve’s shaft, admiring the way it’s already beading with precum. “Fuck, I wish I’d known how into being watched you are, Steve.” He licks his lips, grinning when Argyle takes the initiative, wrapping a hand around Steve’s cock. “Look at that,” he murmurs, eyes shining as he watches Argyle’s easy grin.
“You’re so hard, man,” Argyle murmurs, thumbing at the underside of the head of Steve’s cock. Steve moans in response, a little bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Argyle smirks and leans in, licking up the drool and letting the tip of his tongue tease the side of Jonathan’s fingers.
“Holy shit,” Jonathan breathes, his cock throbbing where it’s pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. Argyle winks at him and kisses the very corner of Steve’s mouth, squeezing his cock teasingly. It throbs in his hand in response, Steve whining as his back arches into the touch.
Eddie threads his fingers in Steve’s hair, tugging lightly. “Alright, think you’ve given Jonathan’s fingers enough attention?” Steve sucks hard on the fingers one more time before pulling back, tongue hanging out of his mouth a moment. “Good boy.”
Steve wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sighing as he leans against Argyle for just a moment. “Felt really good,” he murmurs, feeling a little floaty, arousal nearly boiling under his skin. His breathing hitches as Eddie tugs at the hem of his shirt. “Eddie…”
“Hey, look at me baby.” Eddie curled his fingers around Steve’s jaw, pulling him to make eye contact. Argyle’s hand comes away from Steve’s cock, leaving his head a little bit clearer as Eddie strokes his thumb along his cheek. “Little overwhelmed?”
Steve swallows, licking his lips as he thinks for a moment. “A little bit. Eds, my scars-”
“Are beautiful. Because you’re beautiful, and they’re a part of you.” It’s a well rehearsed mantra and makes Steve’s lips quirk into a smile. “Just like mine. You know we match, baby.” He chuckles and catches Steve’s lips in a sweet, practically chaste kiss. “You can keep your shirt on if you want, okay? Whatever makes you most comfy.”
“We can go back to watching the movie even, if you want.” Jonathan’s voice is kind, so genuine that it makes Steve’s heart ache a little. “We can call it here, Steve, if that’s what you need.”
Steve shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “No, I want more. Please.” He swallows and takes a moment, his erection throbbing with his heart. He looks at the other three before gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it to the side. He doesn’t love his scars, they make him feel some kind of disconnect between what he looks like and what he thinks he’s supposed to look like, what he’s used to looking like. But being with Eddie, who is so relentlessly attracted to him, who he is so desperately in love with, it’s helping him bridge that gap.
The wounds aren’t fully scarred over in some places, still a little itchy and scabbed over, not uniformly healed. His fingers find Eddie’s and he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, but then he feels Argyle's large, warm hand stroking his skin. It’s the first time he and Jonathan have gotten more than half-fleeting glances at his sides and stomach, and he feels like he’s waiting for a negative reaction.
It doesn’t come.
Argyle kisses the junction between his neck and shoulder, his hand stroking along Steve’s stomach. His fingertips find Steve’s happy trail and follow it down to his cock, gripping it loosely to tease him. “You look badass bro. It’s pretty hot.”
Jonathan’s fingers nudge at his lips, and he breathes a laugh as he parts his lips, taking the fingers back into his mouth. They make eye contact, and Steve relaxes when he sees how kind he looks, the flush in his cheeks. It’s incredibly hot.
He relaxes into all the touches, feeling himself start to drift again as Eddie tugs at his pulled down jeans and boxers, fully removing them for him. He’s sitting naked on the couch, his hard cock wrapped in Argyle’s warm hand, sucking on Jonathan’s fingers while Eddie watches.
He distantly thinks that his past self would be horrified by the situation he’s sitting in, but this is the calmest, most at peace, most loved he’s felt in years. Precum drips from the head of his cock and runs down to slide over Argyle’s knuckles. He whines when Argyle mouths at his neck, hot and wet against his skin. He squeezes Eddie’s hand one more time before letting go, instead letting his fingers dig into the couch.
Argyle begins to suck at his skin, and Steve nearly sobs at how good it feels, at the thought of being marked in such a tender way. He loves being marked, loves feeling the phantom touch for days after. He likes to think he’s not so obvious, but he blinks up at Jonathan as the fingers are pulled out of his mouth. Jonathan looks down at his fingers for a moment, seeming to contemplate before he brings them up to his own mouth.
Eddie groans when Jonathan begins to suck on his own fingers, tasting Steve’s spit. “Fuck, Jon, get over here,” he mumbles. He tugs Jonathan into his lap by the belt loops, pressing his face into his neck and rubbing his stubble against his sensitive skin. His hard bulge presses into Eddie’s stomach as he sucks harder on his fingers, rolling his hips. Eddie tugs the fingers from Jonathan’s lips and licks them, tongue sliding between the two digits as he looks up at him through his eyelashes.
“Shit.” Jonathan’s voice is breathy and he pulls the hand away to kiss Eddie desperately. He holds Eddie’s face, rubbing spit on his cheek as their teeth click together. He licks into Eddie’s mouth, pressing himself as close to Eddie as he can. Hands slide up his shirt, calloused from playing guitar, rough as they explore his skin.
Jonathan nearly pulls away as Eddie’s thumb brushes over his nipple, rougher than he’d been expecting. He groans into Eddie’s mouth, grinding down against him again, desperate for friction. Eddie is rougher than Argyle, more intense than Jonathan is used to, but he wants more. He knows Eddie will give him more. He’s used to being under Argyle, but being on Eddie’s lap is nice too. He slides his spit-free hand into Eddie’s hair, eager to test a suspicion.
Eddie moans like he’s being fucked when Jonathan pulls his hair, fingers tangled in his locks. He was right. Then again, he’s always kind of assumed most people have some level of hair pulling kink. It’s served him well so far.
Eddie breaks away, mouth wet and kiss-swollen, and it takes all of Jonathan’s willpower not to immediately swoop back in. Argyle lets out a groan next to them, and Jonathan’s breath catches. Steve is on his knees with Argyle’s cock down his throat, erection bobbing in front of him, occasionally smacking against his stomach as he bobs his head. Argyle’s hand cups the back of his head, guiding his motions and admiring him through half-lidded eyes, his brightly colored shirt draped over the back of the couch.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Eddie’s voice is heartbreakingly sappy, pink cheeked as he watches Steve. “Like he was fucking made to be on his knees. He could probably cum just from that. Fuck, he could cum from your fingers in his mouth.”
And Jonathan would like to see that. “You think so?” He can’t pull his eyes from the duo, watching as Steve takes Argyle down until his nose is pressed against Argyle’s pubes, staying there for a long moment as his throat works around him.
“So good, Steve,” Argyle praises, brushing away a tear that leaks from the corner of his eye. “Need a sec?” He gives a faint groan as Steve gives the tiniest shake of his head, his hips grinding against the air. “So fucking good at this.”
“He is. Love when he’s on his knees for me.” Eddie pushed at Jonathan’s shirt until he took the cue and took it off, dropping it off to the side. “You look good.”
“Thanks.” Jonathan gives a breathy laugh. “I know I’m not much to look at, but-” Eddie tweaks his nipple with his thumb and pointer finger, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. A moan is forced from him, and he scrunches up his face. “What?”
“I love a little bit of degradation as much as the next freak, but not towards yourself, cutie.” Eddie presses his hand flat against his chest, metal rings frigid against his heated skin. His back arches as he gasps, Eddie grinning. “You’re gorgeous dude.”
“Please don’t call me dude when I’m this turned on,” Jonathan groaned, covering his face. “I only let Argyle get away with that.” His hips jerk as Eddie’s hand slides lower towards his waistband. Jonathan’s hand tangling in Eddie’s hair again.
“Really? What’s surfer boy over there got that I don’t?” Eddie grins, finally unbuttoning Jonathan’s jeans. “Is that his special little pet name for you?”
“Shut up.” He grins, leaning down to kiss him firmly, less teeth this time. Eddie’s hand slides into his pants, palming him through his boxers. Jonathan sighs into Eddie’s mouth, taking it slower as pleasure settles in his gut. Kissing Eddie is easier than he expects, hips working to press his cock against Eddie’s hand a little more firmly. Eddie doesn’t even break the kiss, just slips two fingers into the fly of Jonathan’s boxers to tease along his shaft.
Eddie moans, just touching Jonathan riling him up further. His boxers are soaked, and if he keeps it up longer, he’s sure he’ll soak right through his tight black jeans. His head falls back when Jonathan tugs his hair, exposing his throat. He lets out a wanton groan. “Jonathan,” he breathes, licking his lips. “Feels really great.”
Jonathan grins at him, ducking down to leave an open mouthed kiss to Eddie’s throat, tongue darting out to taste his skin. He’s usually content to just take whatever he’s given, but he could get used to this, taking what he wants.
Eddie falls into taking it easier than Jonathan would have expected, but neither of them are complaining. He lets himself slump back a little, pulling his fingers out of Jonathan’s boxers just long enough to shove his whole hand under the waistband. Jonathan arches into his hand, cock hot and thick in Eddie’s hand. He strokes slow, licking his lips. “You gotta let me go down on you sometime.”
“Deal.” Jonathan grins and nips at Eddie’s jaw. “Only if you let me return the favor.” He sighs and rolls his hips again, nuzzling his face into Eddie’s neck for a moment.
“Let me get my rings off, then I want you to be wearing way less clothing, yeah?” He kisses Jonathan slowly before looking down at his hands.
Argyle is watching Steve blow him with a soft smile, watching the way his hips jerk against nothing, cock hard and red and leaking. He slips his leg between Steve’s thighs and grins, his hot cock rolling against his ankle. “Does that feel good?”
Steve groans in response as thick drops of precum smear on the back of his tongue. Argyle’s ankle is firm under him as he rolls his hips, humping against him needily. He opens his eyes to take in Argyle’s expression, soft and pleased and kind. His heart thuds a little faster, and he has to avert his gaze before he falls in love.
Eddie has Jonathan on his lap, both of them grinning, and that makes Steve’s heart swell too. He exhales through his nose, swallowing around Argyle again. Eddie starts taking off his rings, fingers looking longer without them. He kind of wants them down his throat, and that gets him thinking about having Eddie’s fingers and Argyle’s cock down his throat, which has his hips stuttering against Argyle’s ankle.
Then Eddie’s face scrunches up as one of his rings snags on his knuckle, and he looks up and makes eye contact with Steve. Steve’s eyes widens as Eddie bites his lip, and he shoves himself back, covering his mouth as a giggle bubbles out of his chest. His throat aches in the best kind of way as he laughs, Eddie’s giggles joining in a moment later.
He can’t stop the sudden laughter that has seized him, leaning forward to press his forehead against Argyle’s knee. A hand cards through his hair, and he can hear Jonathan’s confused little noise. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he wheezed, trying to catch his breath, a hand pressed to his chest. “Eddie,” he whined. “Shut up, please.” He choked on a soft laugh. “Fuck you.”
“Nah, that’s gonna be Jonathan’s job for tonight. Maybe later if you’re good,” he teased, patting Jonathan’s hip. He looked up at Jonathan with a fond little smile. “Sometimes Stevie over there gets distracted. Then he gets all giggly and has to take a few minutes to get back into it.”
“Be nice to me!”
“It’s more fun not to be.” Eddie helps Jonathan out of his jeans, and it’s like there’s a kind of tension that’s broken. Jonathan plants his hands on Eddie’s shoulders to lift his hips, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock is exposed to the air. “Look at you, gorgeous.” Before he can lower himself back down, Eddie’s tongue is out and he sucks the head of Jonathan’s cock into his mouth, tonguing at the slit.
Jonathan grips Eddie’s curls and pulls, earning a throaty groan for his efforts. He shuffles to kick his jeans onto the floor and pulls Eddie off to kiss him. He can taste himself on Eddie’s tongue, which is way hotter than it has any right to be.
They make out for a few moments, just appreciating the closeness, then Eddie’s hand is curling around his cock, the little bit of spit acting as lube, just enough to get Eddie’s hand moving. He works out beads of precum and spreads them along his shaft, swallowing Jonathan’s soft moans. Part of him just wants to get him off like this, stroking him and making out with him. He pulls back a moment and reaches down between the couch cushions, fingers wrapping around a bottle of lube that he’d left last time he’d hooked up with Steve on the couch.
Knocking his elbow against Argyle’s, he hands it over, giving a pleased hum when it earns him a slow kiss on the lips. Argyle’s mouth is warm, soft. “I get a turn with you next time.”
“Next time,” Argyle promises, grinning as he looks down at the bottle of lube in his hand. Eddie turns his attention back to Jonathan, slowly rubbing himself through his damp boxers, avoiding his hard little cock that sends pleasure into his gut whenever the wet fabric drags across it.
Steve moans as Argyle pulls him back, grinning down at him. “Come on up here.” He pats his lap and helps Steve up, spanking him once, playfully. Steve lets himself be moved, straddling Argyle once more and whining as their cocks press together. He rolled his hips a few times, Argyle’s slick with his spit, his own wet with precum. “Feeling good? Want me to open you up?”
“Please. Want your fingers inside me.” Steve rests his arms over Argyle’s shoulders and lifts up his hips, thighs spread apart.
Argyle has a bottle of lube. He didn’t see where it came from, but he’s not focused on that at the moment. If he’d had any idea how the evening would have gone, he probably would have prepared lube, condoms, and maybe some towels along with the snacks. And he probably would have skipped the snacks altogether.
The lube is cold, but by the way Argyle is grinning up at him, that’s intentional. It makes him shiver as the first finger begins to ease into him. His eyes roll back, fingers digging into Argyle’s shoulders as he tries to lower himself down faster, but a hand on his hip keeps him still. It doesn’t stop him from groaning, head falling forward so his chin presses to his chest. “Please, please, need you to stretch me, want you inside me. Need you.” He’s panting, the finger pressing into him too slowly. “Pleeeeease…” He drags it out as he tries to fuck himself.
“Patience, my dude.” He kisses Steve softly, which he practically melts into. All his nerves are alight and he feels like he could absolutely fall apart. Steve’s lips part, letting Argyle deepen the kiss, letting him keep control. It’s so easy to fall against him, finally getting that full feeling, even if it wasn’t nearly enough, not yet.
He hears more fabric hit the ground, and lets out a low moan when he sees Eddie shedding his pants. He can smell how turned on Eddie is, able to see the shape of his wet cunt in his boxers. He rocks himself a little on Argyle’s finger, nearly drooling as Eddie takes off the boxers too. He’s soaked.
“Argyle, please.” It’s almost a whine, voice cracking as he pants, lips parted as his cock bobs in front of him. He makes a loud noise as a second finger, lube starting to warm, rubs against his rim, not pushing into his hole quite yet. He tries to rock down and force the next finger in, but Argyle just grins and holds him still. “I want you to be good for me, Steve. Want you to wait. Like a good boy.”
Precum dribbles from Steve’s cock at that, dripping down his shaft. “I’ll be good.” He nods fast enough that his hair begins sticking to his sweaty forehead. “I’ll be good for you.” His thighs are trembling as he leans forward to brace himself against Argyle, trying to stay still.
“Good.” Argyle’s voice sounds amused, but there’s a rough arousal in his tone. He strokes his finger along Steve’s rim a few more times, just to tease him, before he finally presses the second digit in, drawing a long moan from Steve’s chest. “Feels so good when I finally give it to you, doesn’t it princess?”
Steve’s breath hitches at the pet name, his head tilting back. “Yeah, worth waiting.” His neck is exposed, and Argyle grins as he leans forward to kiss his throat, tongue coming out to lick along the healed over scar that cuts across his adams apple. He can’t keep himself from looking over at Jonathan and Eddie, the way they’re making out loudly.
Eddie sucks on Jonathan’s tongue, his leg hooked over the arm of the couch. He lets out a whimper deep in his throat as hands slide under his shirt. He feels sensitive and exposed as he lets Jonathan take his shirt off, leaving him fully nude. His chest is more scar tissue than skin, and he’s down a nipple, but Jonathan thumbs at it slowly. “Does that feel good?”
“Mhm.” Eddie nods and bucks his hips up, soaked cunt rocking against Jonathan’s cock. His breath hitches and Jonathan kisses away his noises, teeth grazing his lip. It isn’t enough, Eddie is almost desperate for more. He’s bottomed before, but it’s different with Steve. Not bad different, but he feels so exposed right now. Jonathan pulls back from the kiss, biting his bottom lip for a moment before he looks down to admire Eddie. “Like what you see?” His voice goes up, almost anxious.
“Yeah.” Jonathan licked his lips, taking Eddie’s dick between two fingers and stroking lightly. Eddie’s whole body reacts, a loud cry falling from his lips. “Sensitive,” Jonathan mumbled, thumb sliding along the full length of it. It’s not that big, but Eddie is gasping already, throwing his head back. Jonathan slips a finger into Eddie, feeling how warm and wet he was. “You’re soaked, Eddie.”
“Mhm.” Eddie nodded and leaned forward, his hands desperately gripping at Jonathan’s hips. “Please, feels so fucking good. I need, I need you. I need to be full, please.”
Jonathan’s eyes widened at that. Eddie Munson, begging him. The arousal in his gut is building, a raging fire now. He pulls the finger out and licks it clean, grinding his cock against Eddie, the head nudging against Eddie’s. “Do you need extra lube?”
“Mmm, I’m wet enough. Just fuck me, please.” Eddie wrapped his leg around Jonathan’s waist, trying to pull him closer. He presses his head back against the couch, moaning loudly as Jonathan slides into him. They kiss again, aggressive and all tongue, spit coating their lips as Jonathan rocks his hips torturously slow. Eddie’s heel presses against his back, trying to make him move faster, but he doesn’t give in, keeping himself at the slow pace.
Next to them, Steve is finally sinking down onto Argyle’s cock, chest to chest with him. Argyle presses open mouthed kisses along his neck, hands on his hips to guide him. Steve is panting, hands on Argyle’s shoulders as he braces himself. He lets himself be guided up and down, slowly as he adjusts to it. His mouth is open in silent moans, Argyle moving one hand to thumb at Steve’s nipple. “Oh god,” he gasps.
Jonathan is rocking in and out of Eddie, who leans forward to press his face into his neck. Jonathan lets out a keening moan, Eddie’s teeth digging into his neck. It’s almost too painful, but just on the right side of pleasurable. His skin doesn’t break, but he can feel the indents. Eddie groans, almost fully wrapped around Jonathan’s torso. He doesn’t care how dark the mark will be, likes the thought of it being obvious. He’s a little sorry at the thought of Joyce asking questions, but not too sorry. Eddie cries out when Jonathan finally starts to fuck him faster.
Argyle looks over to watch them for a moment, letting Steve take the reins. Steve is tight, bouncing on his lap and moaning like he’s getting paid for it. “Feels so good,” Steve mumbles, a little teary eyed with pleasure. Argyle kisses away the tears, pulling him down to kiss his mouth deeply. Steve fucks himself faster on Argyle’s cock, whimpering needily. The kiss is sloppy, Steve’s back arching. Argyle moans into Steve’s mouth, tongue pressing deeper past his lips.
Jonathan is fucking deep into Eddie, the sound of skin on skin and the wet squelch of Eddie’s cunt almost deafening. And Eddie could cum just like this, the warmth of being held, the near frantic pace of Jonathan’s cock slamming into him. But then Jonathan’s hand is slipping between them, fingertips trailing over scar tissue and warm skin and then the coarse dark trail from Eddie’s belly button to his pubic mound. The fingertips stroke the dark curls for a moment and then Eddie is crying out, Jonathan’s fingers tugging his hard cock, slick with how wet he is.
Eddie buries his face deeper into Jonathan’s neck, pressing the flat of his tongue against the bite marks he’d left. “H- holy shit,” he groans against warm skin. “Harder, please please, don’t stop.” His voice is breathy, and he’s begging. He’s fucking begging because he’s so close, needs this so fucking bad. He feels so sensitive and fucked out, able to smell himself.
Eddie’s cries are only spurring Steve on as Argyle’s tongue shoves into his mouth. He sucks on the tongue to draw a groan, his cock hard and leaking between their bodies. He can only move himself up and down, feeling the burn of effort in his thighs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, his abs aren’t quite as defined. His endurance is a little smaller. But he likes the burn. Likes the feeling of having to work for it.
Argyle’s skin is smooth where his cock rubs against it, his long hair silky under Steve’s fingers. His whole body feels tight as he clenches around the cock buried deep in him. “Fucking want you to fill me,” he gasps against Argyle’s mouth, their combined spit dripping from his chin onto his chest. Argyle nods, almost frantic as he begins to lift his hips to match Steve’s bounces, pressing his cock as deep as it can go. Steve sees stars behind his eyelids, head falling back as he gives a wordless cry. Argyle is grunting, gripping his waist almost too tight, and he’s being filled with cum, hot and thick and there’s so much.
Argyle calls him a good boy, and that’s enough for Steve to arch his back, pressing his body flush to Argyle’s as he cums, his cock twitching through it. It smears between them, getting caught in their body hair, and it’s almost too much, like air on an exposed nerve. He catches Argyle in another messy kiss, a little slower and subdued now, but needy all the same. Steve doesn’t lift himself off Argyle’s cock, even as he feels it softening inside him. There’s something nice about being filled like this.
Eddie is crying out again, voice pitching up as he digs his heels into Jonathan’s back, his own at an awkward angle as he tries to get him deeper. “Eddie,” Jonathan gasps. “Eddie, fuck, I’m not gonna… I’m almost…”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Eddie moans. “Cum in me but don’t stop!” He almost sobs as Jonathan’s fingers move over his soaked cock, feels the pressure deep in his gut before he’s cumming, squirting on Jonathan’s cock and almost certainly getting the couch wet. Jonathan doesn’t stop fucking him, doesn’t let go of Eddie’s oversensitive cock. When he finally cums, deep inside Eddie, finally letting go, Eddie damn near howls in pleasure. His heart is racing and his body tingles, arms tight around Jonathan’s body as he trembles from the all encompassing orgasm.
Jonathan collapses forward onto him, shifting sideways so he can let his hip hit the couch. “Holy shit,” he mumbles against Eddie’s chest, breath coming in rapid pants, cock sliding out of Eddie. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” Eddie laughs a little, running a hand through his long, sweaty hair. “Should’ve done this sooner.”
Steve groans as he lifts his hips to let Argyle slip out of him, cum dripping down the inside of his thigh. “Gross,” he mumbles. “Way hotter when I’m still turned on.”
Jonathan reaches to pat Steve’s side absently, cuddled up to Eddie. Eddie gives a low laugh as Jonathan presses a kiss to the tattoo on his shoulder and nestles into his side. He eyes the bites on Jonathan’s shoulder and neck, not even trying to hide his smirk as he presses his fingers against the darkening marks. The sound that pulls from Jonathan’s throat is nearly a growl, and Eddie’s cunt throbs. He’s half tempted to ask if anyone is ready for another round, but Steve is sleepy on Argyle’s lap, and Jonathan’s breathing is slowing down, eyelids drooping.
Instead he gets up, making a face when cum and how own wetness trickles down the inside of his thigh. Steve was right. It was way hotter when he was horny. “I’m gonna go piss so I don’t get a UTI, I’ll bring some washcloths so we can clean up.” He blows kisses as he walks through the house nude, ducking into the bathroom just past the kitchen.
Eddie shivers as he sits down on the toilet and does his business, feeling Jonathan’s cum dripping out of him. He usually goes a few rounds, but he feels worn out enough that it may as well have been. He wipes himself clean, biting down on his tongue as the wad of toilet paper brushes over his cock, mostly soft now but still so sensitive.
He inspects his reflection as he washes his hands, lips swollen and kiss bitten, red marks that are slowly darkening to bruises on his neck and chest. He licks his lips, grabbing a hair tie that he’d left on the counter at some point, pulling his hair away from his sweat damp skin. Eddie hums to himself, letting the water run to warm up. He gathers washcloths from the cabinet in the bathroom, wetting them with the warm water.
When he returns to the living room, his heart swells in his chest at the sight of Steve cuddled up between Argyle and Jonathan, a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies. He throws one of the washcloths at Steve’s face, grinning when he sputters and flails in shock. “Hey!”
“Hi.” Eddie giggles as he moves to start wiping Jonathan up, cheeks tinged pink now that he sees how much he’d squirted. It coats Jonathan’s thighs and belly, which he’s quick to begin cleaning away. “I got you good, sorry man.”
“I’m not complaining.” Jonathan squirms as the cloth leaves trails of water across his skin. “It was, uh, it was hot. Really hot.” He licks his lips and reaches up a hand to hold Eddie’s cheek, something soft in his expression. Eddie gives in to impulse, leaning in to kiss him quickly as he carefully wipes Jonathan’s cock clean. Jonathan lets out a low groan, his hand coming to rest just above Eddie’s hip. And fuck, he’s a good kisser when they’re fucking, and he’s a good kisser when they aren’t.
Steve is watching them with those big brown eyes, and Eddie has to look away, wanting to hide his blush. He moves to Argyle next, who eagerly pulls him into a gentle kiss, bumping their foreheads together after. Eddie sighs into it, not breaking it as he wipes a new washcloth over Argyle’s belly, cleaning up the cum splattered there. Eddie basks in the attention, the hand on the back of his neck gentle, fingertips stroking along his skin.
Steve leans his head on Argyle’s arm as he wipes his thighs and stomach, watching Jonathan get up to pull on boxers and his shirt. “Hope you’re not going anywhere.”
“Nah.” Jonathan laughs softly as he stretches. “Can I use your phone, though? Should probably let mom know I’m spending the night. …I assume we’re spending the night?”
“I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.” Steve grins and watches Jonathan head into the kitchen to use the phone. He licks his lips as he sits up, looking over at the other two who are still exchanging gentle kisses. Eddie looks so pretty when he’s kissing someone else. He never gets to admire Eddie from this angle. And Argyle is beautiful too, so gentle and sweet.
Steve gets up and grabs his boxers. “I’m going to get some pajama pants, do either of you want some fresh clothes?”
“If you can spare a clean shirt, that would be rad.” Argyle tucks his head under Eddie’s chin.
Eddie grins, fluttering his eyelashes. “Baby, can I have a sweater? And some boxers?”
He ducks down to kiss Eddie’s forehead, being sweet. “I’m never getting it back if I give it to you, am I?”
“Absolutely not,” he cooed, not bothering to keep the grin off his face.
“You’re lucky you’re handsome,” Steve grumbles, making his way upstairs. He gathers the promised clothes and after taking a moment to consider, several blankets from the closet. He doesn’t grab his favorite sweater, not quite willing to part with it, but he does grab the softest one. He’s a good boyfriend.
He yawns as he makes his way back downstairs, tossing the boxers and sweater to Eddie, handing the shirt to Argyle. Eddie wiggles into the sweater, rubbing the sleeve against his cheek and sighing contently. He gets up just long enough to pull on Steve’s boxers, a little loose on his hips but comfortable and soft. He clambers into Argyle’s lap once they’re clothed and tucks his head against his neck. Argyle’s hand slides under the soft sweater, rubbing up and down his back, tracing his spine through his skin.
Jonathan comes back in from the kitchen and tries to cover the way he’s smiling. “So, um, this wasn’t just a sex thing, was it?”
Steve swallows. It’s the same question that’s been in the back of his mind since he got down on his knees. “I was sort of hoping it wasn’t, to be honest.”
“Oh, definitely not.” Eddie’s nose nudges against Argyle’s jaw. “I want to kiss both of you just as much as I want to kiss Steve. All of the time and in as many different ways as possible.”
Argyle gives Steve and Jonathan a lazy grin. “He took the words out of my mouth.”
“Good.” Jonathan drops onto the couch, nestling into Argyle’s side, letting his eyes shut as Eddie reaches over to play with his hair, touch gentle.
Steve gives a soft sigh and joins them with the blankets. The summer breeze blows through the house, warm and drowsy. The four of them cuddle together, and Steve gives a groan when Jonathan grabs the remote to continue the movie. “I forgot we were watching this.”
Eddie snickers, his arms wrapped around Argyle’s as he lets his eyes fall shut. “This might be my new favorite movie.”
“Name one character.”
“I will not.” Eddie sticks out his tongue, Jonathan fondly rolling his eyes as Steve snuggles close. “It’s the vibes, Stevie.”
“The vibes, sure.”
Five minutes later, Eddie is fast asleep, snoring faintly against Argyle’s collarbone. Steve would make fun of him, but he’s not far behind. All in all, it’s a pretty memorable movie night.