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It was never supposed to be anything serious. Just a fling here and there to help relieve stress—just to get off. The nights in the back of Eddie’s van, or Steve’s empty home, were meant to mean nothing.
However, that “nothing” lead Eddie here.
Sitting on his bathroom floor, positive pregnancy test in hand. He’d been staring at it for the better part of an hour. No matter how many times he pinched himself, or squeezed his eyes shut, it wouldn’t go away.
His chest heaved. His bottom lip quivered. Tears pricked at his eyes, pooling onto his lashes. His stomach tied itself into knots.
He was pregnant. He was fucking pregnant.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he sniffed.
“Ed?” Wayne tapped his knuckles on the bathroom door. “Ed, you’ve been in there for a while. You okay?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Wayne,” he squeaked.
“Ed, open the door.”
“I’m naked.”
“My ass. Open up.”
“No.”
“Eddie–”
“Wayne, please, just… just leave me alone,” he cried.
“I’ll be damned if I leave my son to cry alone. For Christ’s sake, let me comfort you, boy!”
“I dunno if you can comfort me through this one.”
“Try me… open up, Ed.”
“It’s unlocked “ he sighed.
Wayne cracked the creaky door, and stepped inside. Eddie hadn’t moved a muscle—his knees were clung to his chest as he glared at the test in his trembling fingertips. His tinted cheeks were stained with tears—his eyes red, and nose sore.
“Oh …” Wayne whispered, “you okay, kiddo?”
“Been better.” Eddie aggressively wiped his nose along his flannel’s sleeve. “This wasn’t supposed to happen…”
“What’d y’mean?”
“I thought being on T was supposed to stop me from getting pregnant… so fucking much for that.”
“That Harrington boy… is he–”
“The father? Yeah…”
“What do you wanna do?”
“Don’t know.”
“I’ll support you, regardless.”
“I know.”
“Can I get y’anything before I head out to work?”
“Can’t really stomach food right now.”
“What’ve you eaten today?”
“Enough.”
“Liar.”
“I hate you.”
“I know. I’m gonna cook you some pasta and make you a salad. I’m not leavin’ until you eat it all.”
“Wayne!”
“I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care what you do with it, but as long as it’s in you, you’re gonna take care of it, goddamnit.”
“God, you suck.”
“Bitch ‘n moan all y’want—you’re taking care of it. C’mon, you need to eat.”
“Fine.”
Wayne held out his hands to help Eddie off the floor. Eddie hucked test into the trash and trudged out to the kitchenette. He fell onto the couch with a groan. Wayne chuckled to himself as he made his son some dinner. As the water boiled on the stove, he threw a salad together. He handed it over to Eddie who only snarled at the bowl.
“Eat it.”
“Wayne–”
“You’re eating a vegetable if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Fine.”
He sat up and took the bowl from his uncle. He gagged on nearly bite. Every time he went to whine in protest, Wayne shut him down. Once Eddie forced down the last bite, he dumped everything into the sink.
“Thank you,” Wayne smiled, “here.”
“The sauce on the pasta could’ve counted as my vegetable, y’know.”
“No, it couldn’t. Eat what you can. I have to head to work.”
“I thought you weren’t leaving until I finished everything?”
“I just wanted you to eat something healthy,” he smirked. “Be safe, I’ll be back in the morning.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Eddie took a mere few bites before he admitted he physically couldn’t eat anymore. He wrapped up the leftovers, and headed to the living room. He fell back onto the couch, and drifted off to sleep without even realizing. When Wayne came home the next morning, he draped a blanket over the sleepy boy, and started preparing breakfast. Eddie eventually woke up to the smell of pancakes—he practically levitated off the couch to grab a plateful.
“Yogurt first, young man.”
“Wayne!”
“I made you a parfait with granola and berries. Eat up.”
“You suck.”
“That thing is coming out healthy if it’s the last thing I do.”
“I don’t even know if I’m keeping it,” Eddie munched on a mouthful of granola. “This is gross.”
“I don’t care.” He set down two glasses—one of orange juice and another of water, along with a prenatal vitamin.
“When did you get all this?”
“This morning.”
“Thanks…”
“Mhmm.”
Eddie finished up his yogurt and immediately asked for his promised pancakes. He shoveled them down, barely stopping for air.
“Jesus, Ed, they’re just for you. No one else is gonna take them.”
“Wayne, I’ve been throwing up like crazy the last few days. I’m starving.”
“Don’t overdo it—I don’t want you throwing this up.”
“No promises.”
“When’re you gonna tell the Harrington boy?”
“Dunno.” He gulped half his juice. “Don’t even know if I’m gonna.”
“You’re going to.”
“But–”
“No buts. Finish eating.”
“Don’t you have to sleep?”
“I will once you’re done. And you’re gonna tell Harrington.”
“Jesus, fine.”
Eddie finished his last pancake and threw everything into the sink to be washed later. He grabbed his keys, and ran out to the van, speeding over to Steve’s house (only stopping to vomit twice). Once he pulled into the driveway, he noticed the Beamer was missing, but a shiny Mercedes was in its place. He got out, knocked on the door, and tapped his foot a million miles a minute. The door flung open, revealing the one and only, Mr. John Harrington.
“Can I, um… can I help you?” He raised a brow with a scowl.
“Hi, sir, I’m looking for Steve.”
“He’s at work.”
“O-Oh, thanks.”
“Don’t bother the boy at work,” he sneered.
“Yes, sir,” he blushed.
Eddie didn’t listen, though. He sped off to Family Video, on the verge of barging in on Steve and Robin. He sat in the parking lot, debating for God knows how long if he was going to tell Steve at work (of all places). He caved, however, and drove himself home, where he didn’t bother reaching out to Steve until he made the first move.
“Hello?” Eddie answered.
“Hey, it’s been a few days. Wanna come over?” Steve asked.
“Can we, um… can we talk?”
“Oh, uh, sure. Is it bad?”
“It’s not good.”
“Lay it on me.”
“I’m pregnant, Steve.”
A dead silence filled the air.
“Steve?”
“Hmm?”
“Did… did you hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“I’m… I’m, uh… yeah.”
“Do you need a minute?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright… let me know when you’re ready to talk.”
The silence lingered for a while.
“Can you come over?” Steve whispered.
“Sure.”
“I can’t… I can’t do this over the phone.”
“I understand.”
“Okay, I’ll… I’ll see you soon, I guess.”
“See ya, Stevie.”
In the blink of an eye, Eddie was at Steve’s home. He didn’t even finish knocking once before Steve swung the door open, and dragged him inside. Eddie studied his face—it was obvious he’d been crying. Without another word, Eddie pulled Steve into a bone crushing hug, only making him break down again.
“It’s okay…” Eddie sniffed.
“What’re we gonna do?”
“I don’t know… I’m scared shitless, Steve.”
“Me too.”
“Do you want me to get rid of it?” Eddie felt the man shake his head no . “You… you actually want the baby?”
“Kinda,” he pouted.
“Okay…”
“Are you okay with that?”
“I’ll learn to live with it.”
“Fuck, we’re gonna be dads.”
“We’re gonna be dads…”
Within a month or so, the two of them set up an appointment to get Eddie checked out, and see if their baby was healthy. Bloodwork was done, scans were taken, and it was official—Eddie was with child, and due sooner than they thought. He was creeping towards four and a half months, and was fucking terrified. Once they were back at the car, Eddie threw up his lunch in the parking lot.
“Whoa, whoa, you okay?” Steve asked.
“No,” he cried.
“What’s wrong? Does something not feel right?”
“No, I-I, fuck,” he sobbed hysterically, “I didn’t know I was so far along.”
“It’s okay… I know there’s less time to prepare, but–”
“It’s not that.”
“Then, what is it?”
“I’ve been drinking, and-and smoking, and doing drugs, and– fuck! I feel awful. I feel like I hurt her. What if something’s wrong with her? Steve, I won’t be able to live with myself if I hurt her.”
“Hey, hey, she’s okay. The doctor said so herself. She’s healthy and growing as she should.”
“But what if she’s not, huh? What if the doctors wrong?”
“Then we’ll deal with it if it happens.”
“You promise?”
“I swear. C’mon, let’s get you home.”
The two began leasing an apartment together a few weeks after Eddie broke the news to his… shit, he didn’t even know what to call Steve.
His roommate? His baby daddy? His friend? His fuck buddy?
Sure, they shared an apartment. And they were having a baby together. And they shared a bed so the baby could get the spare room. And Steve hasn’t been seeing anyone since he found out he was going to be a dad.
All Eddie did know, was the sex somehow got even more mind blowing after he got pregnant. Since they started living together, they were practically humping like bunnies. At least once in the morning, and at least once at night.
Their sex life varied between borderline love making, and rough, animalistic fucking. Sometimes it would be a combination of both. It was never boring, to say the least.
“Oh, fuck, Eddie… just like that,” Steve groaned.
Steve’s head was hung back on the bed, his fingertips digging into Eddie’s hips, as Eddie bounced up and down on his cock. Eddie let out breathy whimpers as his mind was blissfully elsewhere. Steve forced his eyes open to take in Eddie.
The way his chest heaved, how his hips moved, how his breathing changed when he hit just the right spot. Steve moved his hands to cradle Eddie’s baby bump—he looked up to his partner in awe. How he was really growing an entire human was beyond him.
“You’re so, fucking hot, Teddy.” Eddie could only moan a response. “So fucking hot.” Steve punctuated each word with a thrust up.
“Gah– ah, Steve! Fuck, fuck, right there!”
“Yeah, you like that, huh, baby?”
Steve held himself up, bracing Eddie’s lower back, and thrusted into him with ferver. He bit into Eddie’s shoulder, trying desperately to stifle his moans. Eddie was falling apart at the seams—between Steve hitting that spongy spot inside him and sucking on his neck. He was in a wonderful state of bliss.
They managed to sync up their thrusts, moving as one. Eddie held Steve’s face in his hands, forcing him into a passionate kiss. They swallowed each others whimpers and moans, both desperately searching for more.
“Please, Steve, please!”
“C’mon, you can do it. Cum for me, daddy.”
“ Fuck , call me that again.”
“So pretty, daddy. So pretty f’me,” Steve breathed. “C’mon, cum on my cock.”
“I’m gonna… Steve, ah– cumming, cumming!” Eddie shrieked as his bouncing seized. He clenched down on Steve, making him follow suit seconds later.
“Shit, fuck,” Steve groaned.
His hips sputtered a few more thrusts as he shot his cum into Eddie. They stayed there—huddled against one another—for a few minutes. Steve continued to brace Eddie’s lower back, with his head rested on his partner’s shoulder. Eddie planted kisses into Steve’s sweaty hair, gently rocking his hips, sure to milk every last bit of Steve.
“God, you feel so good.” Steve mumbled a kiss into Eddie.
“Please, you just like cumming in me without consequences.”
“Uh, I’d say there were consequences,” he giggled, running his hands along Eddie’s belly.
“You know what I mean.” Eddie grunted tiredly as he hauled himself off Steve’s lap. The two of them laid down, Eddie huddled against his counterpart.
“ Yes , I do enjoy my temporary free pass for finishing in you. Gotta enjoy it while I can.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie chuckled.
“Well, I’ll have to start wearing protection again, ‘cause clearly just the testosterone alone didn’t do much.”
“You… you wanna keep doing this after I have the baby?”
“Yeah… is that… is that a problem?”
“No, no! No, not at all. Just surprised, that’s all.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t think you’d want me after having the baby.”
“Teddy,” Steve whispered, “if anything it’ll make me want you more. For god’s sake, you’re making a person! That’s pretty fucking amazing.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely.”
Months passed and Eddie was on the verge of popping. Every night, he’d have Steve spoon him, gently holding his stomach to relieve his pain. In the dead of night, Eddie began to stir awake, moaning and groaning in pain.
“Mm, you okay?” Steve grumbled.
“Mhmm… just, hmmm… just having some Braxton-Hicks. I’m fine,” he breathed.
“Do you want me to get you water or anything?”
“No, no, can’t you just, fuck, can you just keep holding my stomach?”
“Yeah, of course.” After a few minutes, another contraction surged through Eddie. He hung his head back onto Steve and cried out in agony. “Eds, I don’t think these are Braxton-Hicks.”
“No, no, they are,” he insisted, “she’s not ready yet.”
“She might be, Eddie.”
“No,” he cried, “shit.”
“What?”
“Get me to the fucking hospital.”
Steve carefully got Eddie up and walked him to the car—he got it warmed up as Eddie sat there in agony. Steve ran back and forth, collecting all their bags and the car seat. He couldn’t believe it was time. Eventually, he sped off to the hospital, trying his best to comfort Eddie along the way.
When he swung into a parking spot, he let Eddie use him as a human walker, assisting him every step of the way inside. He was raced up to the family birthing center, and it was officially go time. Apparently, he had been having contractions for several hours (and just didn’t want to tell Steve), and was a whopping six centimeters dilated. He begged and pleaded for an epidural, to which the doctors were happy to oblige.
“How’re you feeling, Teddy?” Steve asked.
“S’good,” he slurred.
“You’re a badass. You know that?”
“Mhmm.”
“You’re also stubborn as a fucking mule. You know that?”
“Mhmm,” he giggled.
“I can’t stand you,” Steve laughed.
“Pfft, you adore me.”
“Yeah… I do…”
Eddie’s labor remained steady, leaving him ready to push in mere hours. When the time came, a few nurses (and Steve) hoisted the whiny boy up to help him push.
“Eight, nine, ten… rest. Good job, Ed,” the doctor said. “You have about thirty seconds before your next one.”
“I’m so tired,” he sobbed.
“You can do this,” Steve assured.
“Ah, thirty seconds my ass!” Eddie yelled as he bared down.
“Come on, Eddie, she’s nearly crowning. Keep pushing.”
“Fuck!” He fell back with a whine.
“One more good push and we’ll have a head,” the doctor mumbled.
“Shut up,” he pleaded, “Stevie, do it for me.”
“I can’t. Come on, she’s nearly here. You’re doing great.”
“But I don’t wanna do it anymore.”
“Too bad.”
“Argh , I hate you, Harrington!” he screamed, pushing once again.
In the blink of an eye, there was a head. Then shoulders. Then torso. Then feet. And they were dads.
“Dad, do you want to cut the cord?”
“Y-Yeah,” Steve sniffed.
Their little one was wiped off and placed onto Eddie’s bare chest. He cried hysterically as he held her impossibly closer.
“Hi, pretty girl… oh, you’re so gorgeous.”
“You did great, Ed,” Steve smiled.
Eddie looked him up and down, quickly latching onto his shirt and forcing him down into a kiss. He pulled away, breathless, resting his forehead against Steve’s.
“I love you,” he whispered, “I fucking love you, Stevie… thank you for her.”
“Oh, E-Ed, I–”
“Eddie, relax for a bit. We’ll deliver the placenta shortly.”
“Sounds good…”
“Eddie, I–”
“Can we see her?” a nurse chirped, “we just need to take her information, and do a few tests. We’ll give her right back once she’s cleaned.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.”
“Teddy–”
“Do we have a name for the little angel yet?”
“Not yet,” Eddie chuckled.
“Ed–”
“Okay, Eddie, give a gentle push. It should get things moving along.”
It was no use—there was too much going on. Steve couldn’t say what he wanted most in the world. Instead, he sat back and let everyone take care of the two people he loved more than anything.
When Eddie and baby were moved to a postpartum room, the new parents gushed over their precious new addition. Steve joined the two in bed, fawning over his loved ones.
“What’re we gonna name her?” Steve asked.
“I know you wanted a nature-esc name.”
“We talked about Lavender, Marigold, Ivy, Poppy–”
“Poppy…” Eddie teared up. “Oh, she looks like a Poppy, Stevie.”
“I agree…” He planted a kiss into Eddie’s hair. “Middle name? Juniper? Clover? Wren? Dove?”
“Poppy Dove Harrington. That’s it.”
“Not Munson?”
“Not Munson.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Oh, Teddy… I–”
“Stevie–”
“Oh, sorry, you go first.”
“I just wanted to say… can we forget about what I said in the delivery room?”
“Forget about what?”
“The whole love thing… there was a lot going on, and my hormones were—well, are—crazy, and I was saying stuff I didn’t mean.”
“What?” Steve’s face sank, tears brimming at his eyes.
“Yeah, I just… I think things will be easier if we forget about it.”
“Oh, o-okay…”
“You’re the best, Stevie.”
“Mhmm…” he cried to himself.
What a fool, to think a mere fling could love you.
After a few days, Eddie and Poppy were released from the hospital. Steve watched over them, tending to each of their every needs. All the while, Steve fighting every urge to confess his feelings for Eddie.
He wanted what they had to mean more. Sure, they were roommates, and flings, and fuck, even parents. But that wasn’t enough for Steve. He needed it to mean more. One evening, while Steve was cleaning up from dinner, and Eddie was on the couch feeding Poppy, he worked up the courage to say how he really felt.
“Hey, Eds?” he called.
“Hmm, yeah?”
“Can I talk to you for a sec?” he asked, joining Eddie in the living room.
“Not exactly going anywhere, Harrington.”
“You want me to take her?”
“No, I got her. What’s up?”
“A few weeks ago, in the hospital, um…”
“Ummm? Spit it out, Stevie.”
“I love you, Eddie… you said you loved me, and I don’t want to forget about it. It’s not making things easier, because… shit, I haven’t been able to tell you how I feel! Eds, I have loved you since you got pregnant. I don’t want anyone else. You’re it for me.”
“Stevie, I… I–”
In perfect fashion, Poppy started screaming her head off. Eddie set her bottle aside and cooed her comfortingly. He paced around the living room, hushing and singing her to sleep.
“Eddie–”
“I can’t talk about this right now, Steve.”
“Then when can we talk about it, huh? She’s a baby—she’s gonna cry! She’s always gonna be interrupting us! There’s no way around it.”
“Stevie, I-I really can’t do this right now.” Tears pooled on Eddie’s lashes. “Let me at least put her down for her nap.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course.”
“C’mon, peanut.”
Eddie sang her to sleep soundly, stepping out only when he heard her breathing slow. He carefully closed the door, narrowly avoiding his counterpart. However, Steve persisted.
“Teddy, I love you.”
“Stop saying that.”
“But I do!”
“No, you don’t!” A deafening silence flooded the room. “You don’t love me, Steve! You love that I gave you a kid. You love that I’m a hole to fuck. But you do not love me. Christ, you said it yourself… you didn’t love me until I got pregnant… you only think you love me because of Poppy, but you don’t.”
“Eddie, I… all I meant was that… that was the moment I realized I didn’t want anyone else. That you’re it. Even if you don’t love me back–”
“Of course I fucking love you, Steve! But I-I… we… shit.” Eddie buried his face in his hands and wept. “I have been biting my tongue for months… I’ve fucking loved you since you said you’d want me more after I had the baby… I actually felt attractive for once in my goddamn life. I just… we can’t lose this.”
“Lose what, Eddie?”
“We work like this—as friends… as co-parents. Dating would ruin all that.”
“Or make it better.”
“But what if we break-up?”
“But what if we don’t?”
“I guess we’ll never find out.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“Why are you blatantly denying yourself of happiness?”
“I’m not.”
“You are!”
“Steve, I love our life. I don’t want anything to change. Fucking sue me. I love you, yeah, but I don’t need a partner’s love to live. I need our daughter’s love and affection, and I’m happy.”
“Teddy–”
“Stevie, I… please…”
“But I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Fuck this.”
Steve grabbed Eddie by his shirt’s collar and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Eddie couldn’t fight it anymore—he melted into Steve’s touch, contently moaning as their lips moved in tandem. He carded his hands through Steve’s hair, trying to pull him closer.
“Mm, mm, fuck, Stevie… I love you so much,” Eddie mumbled between kisses.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Steve whispered, pulling away breathlessly. The pair rested their foreheads together, each silently sobbing.
“We kiss all the time,” Eddie sniffed.
“Not like that, Teddy… god.” Steve pulled the man in once more. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “Fuck, marry me.”
“Mm, what?”
“I-I’m sorry… that just slipped out…”
“Ask me again,” Eddie whispered.
“What?”
“Ask me again.”
“Marry me, Teddy.”
“Yes… a million times yes, Stevie.”
“Are we idiots?” Steve giggled.
“Probably… but I don’t care.”
“You don’t?”
“No… I’m just happy that you actually love me and our beautiful, beautiful daughter.”
“She gets that from you, y’know.”
“I beg to differ, Stevie.” Eddie gently kissed the tip of Steve’s nose. “She has your pretty hazel eyes, and all your pretty little freckles, and your pretty head of hair.”
“Okay, okay, we both contributed to the hair. Her curls are my favorite.” He twirled one of Eddie’s locks around his finger.
Eddie teasingly gasped, “you like her curls more than mine?”
“Absolutely,” Steve smirked. “Can you blame me?”
“Not at all.”
“Christ, when are you cleared to have sex again? I need you, right now, Teddy.”
“Where’d that come from?”
“I just… it just hit me that you love me, and how I stupidly proposed, and how you were even stupider and said yes. I need you, Eds.”
“It’s still another few weeks before you can fuck me again. Sorry, baby.”
“What about head?”
“Oh, yeah, I can give you head.”
“Not what I meant.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” he parroted. He nipped at Eddie’s neck, sucking a deep mark into him.
“God, Steve.”
“Take your pants off.”
“Now?”
“Eddie, please.” He fell to his knees, begging. He braced his hands on Eddie’s hips, tugging at the waist band, kissing along his hipbone. “Your stretch marks are so pretty, baby.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed along them. “Pretty little trophies for our pretty little girl.”
“I missed seeing you on your knees.”
“Good. Now, pants off.” He eased Eddie back into the nearest wall. Steve pulled Eddie’s pajama pants down, throwing them to the wind. “How bad is your bleeding today?”
“Just some spotting,” he sighed, “that okay?”
“Baby, I’d suck your pretty cock even if I’d be drowning.” He gently hoisted Eddie’s leg over his shoulder, and stared up at him. “This okay? Anything hurt?”
“I’m okay, Stevie.”
“Promise?”
“Swear.” He ran his hands through Steve’s luscious hair.
“Thank God. C’mere, gorgeous.”
He ran the tip of his tongue teasingly along Eddie’s over sensitive dick. Eddie shuddered at the contact, trying desperately to hold back his moans so he wouldn’t wake Poppy. Steve took his sweet time, peppering gentle kisses along Eddie’s thighs. Treating him the way he deserved to be treated.
When he finally wrapped his lips around his fiancé’s cock, humming contently, Eddie’s grip only tightened in Steve’s hair. His chest heaved as pathetic whimpers escaped his lips. Steve licked him up, devouring him like it was his last meal. Eddie bucked into his mouth, begging—pleading—for more.
“Stevie, I’m– ah, god, fuck, fuck…” Eddie breathed. Steve took Eddie’s cock between two knuckles and started jerking him off, only making him whine more.
“That feel nice, daddy?” Steve cooed.
“Mhmm… so nice…”
“Gonna cum for me?”
“Mhmm!” Eddie chewed on his bottom lip, muffling himself the best he could.
“How many times do you think you can cum on my tongue?”
“Don… dunno, hmm…”
“Feeling good? Nothing hurts?”
“No, no! Feels so good,” he cried, “please, please don’t stop!”
Steve smiled wickedly to himself, wrapping his lips around Eddie once more. The man gasped in pleasure, both hands fisting in Steve’s locks, forcing him to stay in place. Steve latched onto Eddie’s ass, pulling him in closer. It took everything in Steve not to even tease Eddie’s hole—he didn’t want to risk hurting him.
“Stevie, Stevie!”
“Shhh, gotta be quiet.”
“Stevie, please I’m so close.”
“C’mon, daddy, cum for me,” he mumbled against Eddie’s throbbing dick.
He bobbed his head, skillfully twirling his tongue around Eddie—like he was made for sucking him off. Within minutes, Eddie was clasping his hand over his mouth, trying to keep quiet. His hips thrusted against Steve’s mouth, legs trembling uncontrollably. He harshly pulled on Steve’s hair, only making him moan. The subtle vibrations were just enough to send Eddie over the edge. His whole body seized up, unable to stop cumming.
“Steve! Steve, God, Steve! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted.
When Eddie came down from his high, Steve planted wet kisses all along his thigh. Eddie’s breathing was shaky—uneven— hell, he wouldn’t have been able to keep himself upright if it weren’t for Steve.
“You okay?” Steve whispered. Eddie could only nod as he petted over his fiancé’s hair. “Feel good?”
“So good, Stevie.”
“Good.”
He placed one final kiss on Eddie’s trembling thigh before carefully lowering his leg. He peppered kisses along Eddie’s stomach, tracing his way up to his mouth. Eddie held onto him, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck, licking into his mouth—tasting himself on Steve’s tongue.
“I love you so much,” Steve sighed.
“I love you, too,” Eddie shuddered, “that was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Noted,” Steve smirked. “Just wait until you’re all healed.”
“Fuck, I can’t wait.”
“We’re gonna have to say a hope and a prayer I don’t knock you up again.”
“Wear a condom or shoot blanks, Harrington.”
“Teddy,” he whined.
“You said it yourself—you’re gonna have to start wearing protection again.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t rub it in.”
“Speaking of, do you want me to–”
“No need.”
“Stevie… did… did you cum in your pants?”
“We went from having sex at least twice a day, to not even touching each other for a month and a half. Yes, I fucking came in my pants.”
“Lucky me… to have such a pretty boy wrapped so tight around my finger.”
“Forever and always, Teddy.”
“You promise?”
“I swear.”