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Steve had never been on the set of a music video before, but all of the excitement of the cameras and crew were overshadowed completely by Eddie.
Eddie.
They’d been together for years and still, Steve was so gone for him it was embarrassing.
He was sitting on a pew, one foot resting on the edge to bring his knee up to his chest in a way he hoped was hiding his erection. He’d been half-hard for what felt like hours, his throat dry despite how fucking wet his mouth was. Was he drooling? God, he felt like he was.
Eddie was as commanding in front of the cameras as he was on stage, his body serpentine in its movements. He usually dressed in the same old ripped jeans and loose black vests for their live shows. More often than not the vest would disappear by the fourth song, and Eddie would slick back his sweaty hair and tie it up with the hair tie he kept around one wrist. He was hot, so hot that Steve burned up every time he saw them live, but this - this - was another level entirely.
Eddie wasn’t wearing a suit exactly, but it was about as close as he’d ever come. Corroded Coffin were famous enough now that alt designers were chomping at the bit to style them. Eddie had the body for it, after all, tall and slender like the most famous runway models. And like most models, that coveted, wraith-like look came from an unhealthy diet of cigarettes, booze and maybe one solid meal every few months.
Steve liked Eddie a little plumper, when he was home off tour and finally eating properly, fed a steady stream of meals by Steve who had learned to cook just for him. He liked when he could grab the soft meat of his hips as he fucked him from behind, loved when he’d throw Eddie on his back and get his head crushed between cushiony thighs as he ate him out long and slow. But he liked this Eddie too, as much as he felt guilty for it. Objectively, Eddie was sexy as fuck, and his slender frame made his snake-like movements even more pronounced.
The long, black trousers helped too, beautifully tailored so that they clung to Eddie’s hips and thighs before loosening just slightly below the knee. They were high waisted, covering Eddie’s stomach, cinching him in at the waist. A perfectly straight line of small silver buttons down the centre were for decoration only, the real zip fastening hidden behind a flap of fabric to give the trousers a seamless look.
Eddie was shirtless, of course, but he wore an open black blazer that fitted him as perfectly as the trousers did. The lapel and chest pocket were lined with round silver studs to match the buttons on the trousers, and Corroded Coffin’s logo was embroidered over one side.
Something about the outfit had Steve sweating so badly he had to fan himself with a pamphlet of hymns he’d snagged from the front of the church. Because of course the video was filmed in a church, hundreds of burning candles giving the whole place a beautiful glow that lended itself perfectly to the song. It was more of a ballad than a rock song, though the guitars were still gritty and Eddie’s voice rough as he sang.
The band performed in the chancel, where they gained a little height. Eddie kept sauntering to the stairs, moving down and back up as he sang, hands gripping at his lapels, his hair, his throat. Without the need for a microphone, he had nothing to keep his wandering hands busy, and Steve was desperate to take over all that touching.
It was hot in the church, the scent from the candles and incense cloying. Eddie had a light sheen of sweat over his skin, making the dark ink of his many tattoos stand out even more than usual. His fingernails were also painted black, his usual mass of jewellery all silver to match the studs on his jacket.
Steve was crawling out of his skin.
He was grateful his parents weren’t religious. He had grown up a true agnostic, and even though he couldn’t say for sure that he didn’t believe in a God, he was pretty comfortable with the odds to have no issues in fucking Eddie in any area of the church they could find privacy. He even prayed for it, begging any deity who might listen to provide an opportunity where they could be alone for just a moment. At this rate, he’d need five minutes, tops.
“Alright guys, looking great.” Nigel clapped his hands loudly and the cameras stopped rolling. “Let’s take a break whilst I review what we’ve got and then we’ll shoot the outdoor stuff.
“Thank you Jesus.” Steve breathed, eyes rolling heavenward as his stomach jumped. He squeezed his thighs tight together, willing his cock to settle down as Eddie sauntered down the stairs, pausing to chat to Nigel for a second before finally heading to Steve.
“What do you think?” He asked, eyes bright and a touch nervous. On stage, and even in front of the cameras, Eddie was a true rock front man, full of cock-sure swagger and confidence; but the moment he wasn’t commanding an audience, the Eddie that Steve knew inside and out came back. The Eddie that was soft and sweet and always eager for his praise.
“I think you look amazing.” Steve replied without thinking.
Eddie snorted. “Yeah, but the video?” He pushed, nudging Steve’s foot with his boot. “What do you think of the video?”
“I think I need to get you somewhere private right now or I’m going to combust.”
Eddie’s eyebrows raised, his gaze surprised for a second before slowly darkening as he smirked. He looked Steve over, appraising the urgency of the situation and gave a low chuckle.
“Come with me.” He extended a hand, pulling Steve up from his pew and dragging him with little subtlety to the sanctuary, where a door was slightly hidden behind a pillar to the right of the building.
“Eddie, Jesus fucking Christ, you two better not be about to do what I think you are.” Gareth hissed, still sitting at his drum kit. Eddie and Steve ignored him, disappearing into the small room behind the door.
“Eddie!” Gareth snapped. “We’re in a church.”
“Just add it to my list of sins.” Eddie grinned devilishly at Gareth as he turned, yanking the door shut with a decisive bang.
Steve imagined that Gareth was cursing on the other side, but Eddie twisted the old iron lock, securing their privacy for as long as they needed.
Steve was thinking his five minute estimate might have just dropped to three, his cock now fully hard and straining just from the way Eddie looked at him.
“You gonna be a good boy and strip for me?” He asked sweetly, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it neatly over the back of a chair. It looked as though they’d come into some sort of office, the priest’s vestments hanging neatly on one wall, an overstuffed bookcase lining another. Steve fell back slightly and discovered a desk, the edge digging into his lower back. He barely noticed.
His hands were trembling as he rushed to yank his t-shirt over his head and start unbuttoning his jeans. His belt opened with a clink and Eddie sauntered closer, as poised and commanding as he was when he was warming a crowd. Long fingers found the buckle of Steve’s belt and pulled, the leather sliding free of the loops.
“Got you all worked up, did I, big boy?” He purred, folding the leather between his hands. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of Steve’s neck.
Eddie didn’t often take control like this. He was much more comfortable in a submissive role, preening under whatever attention Steve would give him; Steve himself was a big old switch, which was hardly surprising, he supposed. Eddie always joked that he was a typical Gemini, constantly straddling the line between one thing and its opposite. Steve liked taking control, but he also loved this - especially when Eddie was looking so at ease with it, confident and comfortable, dangling Steve like a puppet on a string.
Steve’s jeans dropped in a puddle around his feet and Eddie smirked, standing back to look him over. Steve was so hard, his erection curved up to his stomach, so that the tip peeked over the waistband of his boxers.
“Such a pretty thing.” Eddie cooed, beckoning with one finger. “Come here handsome, I’ve got a use for you.”
Steve trembled with anticipation, dizzy with desire. He walked to Eddie and sank to his knees when Eddie pointed to the floor. He looked up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. Eddie sighed, stroking a thumb across Steve’s cheek.
“Baby…” He whispered. “You can’t drop here, okay? We don’t have time to take care of you afterwards.”
Steve shook his head, forcing himself to focus and lose the dreamy look in his eyes. “I’ll be fine.” He said firmly, his eyes full of desperate longing. “Please Eddie, I swear I won’t drop.” He leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek into Eddie’s thigh and sighing happily when fingers brushed through his hair.
Eddie didn’t look convinced, but they’d played these games long enough to trust each other. Steve wouldn’t lie, and Eddie could read him well enough to know how much to give, and how much to hold back.
“Alright…” His hand moved down the sharp edge of Steve’s jaw, following it all the way to his chin. He held it firmly in his fingers and slid his thumb up and into Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s eyes rolled back as he sucked, his cock jumping, untouched and dripping. He went on sucking even as he fumbled with Eddie’s trousers, finding the hidden zip and lowering it so he could free Eddie’s cock, pulling it out of the tight confines of the trousers and letting Eddie’s thumb slip out so he could mouth at the tip of his cock instead.
“You’re lucky we don’t have much time.” Eddie said through a gasp, fingers finding Steve’s hair again. “Taking without permission, naughty naughty.” He ‘tsked, pulling lightly at Steve’s hair. He hadn’t been completely hard when Steve was undressing, but he was now, filling up in Steve’s mouth so fast that he went light headed for a second.
“Fuck, Steve.” His voice was rough, husky already, and Steve was so turned on he was aching.
Eddie unfolded the belt he still held in one hand and without a word wrapped the leather around Steve’s throat. It was buttery soft, but strong, and Steve moaned around Eddie before falling back. He tipped his head back, his eyes wide and shining as he nodded.
“Fuck yes, please Eddie…”
Eddie swallowed hard, his own lust sharpening until it cut like a knife. He pulled the end of the belt through the buckle and tightened it, just enough for Steve to feel it, but not enough to choke. They didn’t have nearly enough time to do that.
Eddie kept the tension on the belt just right and used the hand in Steve’s hair to pull him forward, pressing his cock past his lips again. This time, Steve swallowed him deep, eyelids fluttering as he sank over Eddie and took him right into his throat. He used to gag, but he’d long since gotten used to Eddie, which just made Eddie weak at the knees. He loved Steve, loved him so much it made him feel crazy sometimes.
“That’s it…” He breathed, forcing himself to stay in character and talk to Steve how he knew he liked. “Such a good boy… Look how hungry you are for it… Love you on your knees like this, baby.”
Steve moaned around Eddie’s cock and pressed a hand between his legs, palm flat over his erection as he tried to stem the flood of arousal that threatened to undo him too fast.
“You close already?” Eddie chuckled breathlessly, stunned. He could read Steve’s tells easily now, and knowing he was getting off just from the scene, without even needing to be touched, drove Eddie wild.
“Go ahead, baby.” He thrust his hips, forcing himself deeper until Steve began to choke. His eyes watered, but Eddie could see the pleasure in them. “Get yourself off, the quicker you finish, the better.”
Steve made a strangled sound and his fingers curled around his erection, pushing his boxers down so he could jerk himself off. He kept his grip loose, so close already it would only take the slightest push to get him all the way over the edge.
He kept his other hand on Eddie’s hip, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of his dark trousers, the image of him performing for the cameras still burned into his mind. He softened his jaw, mouth practically hanging open to let Eddie fuck his throat, hips pumping at a leisurely pace.
“So good…” Eddie purred again, tugging on the end of the belt just enough to make Steve’s breath shorten. “You want to swallow it, or you want it all over your face?” He asked, his calm voice at odds with the way he was throbbing in Steve’s mouth.
Steve didn’t know how to answer. He was so close, his hand pumping rapidly now, chasing the orgasm that was rising inside him. He wanted both, couldn’t possibly decide, and he wasn’t willing to pull off long enough to give a verbal response.
Eddie didn’t need him to. He yanked on Steve’s hair, just how he liked, and groaned when Steve’s wail of pleasure was muffled by his full mouth. Steve came over his fingers, spilling white over his knuckles, so much that it dripped down to his wrist.
“Fucking hell…” Eddie bit out, taking in every last detail, his own cock twitching and jerking as he followed Steve over the edge.
Steve swallowed reflexively, throat working behind the leather of the belt. He let the first few streaks coat his tongue and then he pulled back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as the rest whipped over his lips and cheek.
Eddie cursed again, sounding wrung out and stunned. He released Steve’s hair so he could grip his length instead, stroking out the last few drops against Steve’s lower lip and watching with an awe-struck gaze as Steve’s pink tongue flicked out to find them, lapping against the tip of Eddie’s cock.
Steve was still stroking himself, gripping tight now to squeeze the last of his own seed from his tip. He’d made a mess of his hand and the floor, but luckily hadn’t got anything on Eddie’s boots or trousers.
“Good boy.” Eddie’s voice was soft and warm now, the rockstar façade melting away. “This is designer shit, I’d have got murdered if you jizzed on it.”
Steve snorted with laughter, trembling and giddy. Eddie carefully slid the belt free and checked Steve’s neck with his fingers, pleased to find it free of any bruises. He didn’t think he’d pulled too hard, but it was hard to think straight when he came hard enough to see stars.
There was a box of tissues on the desk and Eddie leaned over Steve to grab them. They cleaned up as best they could without access to water, tossing the soiled tissues into the waste paper bin.
Steve felt too weak-kneed to stand properly. He leaned against the desk, feeling wobbly as he pulled on his jeans. Eddie fed his belt back through the loops and then pulled on the ends, dragging Steve’s hips forward against his own. He kissed him, licking lazily into his mouth to taste himself on Steve’s tongue.
“You’re killing me.” Steve groaned when they parted, lips shining with saliva. Only Eddie could be so filthy and make Steve feel so hot. No one else had ever come close to turning him on the way Eddie did. Only Eddie could make him so crazy that he could spit right into his mouth and Steve would thank him for it.
“Not sated, baby?” Eddie teased when he saw the glimmer of arousal in Steve’s eyes. “Tough luck, that’s going to have to tide you over until later.”
Eddie stepped back to zip up his own trousers and retrieve his jacket. Steve heaved a long sigh and pulled his t-shirt over his head, the fabric uncomfortable now on his overheated skin. He would give anything to be naked and sprawled out in their hotel room, air conditioning blasting and Eddie preferably somewhere between his legs.
“Eddie? Steve?” A pounding on the door broke the last of the spell. “You two better be dressed!” The handle rattled and Gareth cursed. “Eddie, come on man! Wardrobe are waiting for you!”
“Wardrobe.” Eddie repeated, shaking his head with an amused smile. “Can you believe this shit?” Eddie had never gotten used to their celebrity status and probably never would. Steve was eternally grateful to the wardrobe team though and couldn’t wait to see the next outfit.
He didn’t look half as composed as Eddie as they left the room, but he only grinned at Gareth’s eye roll and went back to his pew, the picture of innocence as he flicked through a bible.
Eddie disappeared behind a changing screen set up behind the cameras and emerged in scarlet trousers and black button up. He’d left the collar and top button undone, exposing the very top of his chest piece. He wasn’t wearing his necklaces any more, just one silver choker that glinted between the open sides of the shirt collar almost like a priest’s Roman collar.
Steve refused to look whilst Eddie sat on a stool and had his hair and make-up done by a woman who had joined them for several videos. Eddie didn’t like being treated like a doll, but he liked Sally too much to complain, so their manager was always sure to bring her in.
Steve liked her too, and maybe he’d had a conversation once or twice about how much he loved eyeliner on Eddie, and maybe she’d started putting it on him every time she got her hands on him.
“We bisexuals have to look out for each other.” She had whispered conspiratorially to Steve with a wink. Steve was truly blessed.
Eddie had his eyeliner done now too, artfully smudged around his eyes. His hair was pulled into a bun with some curls left loose to frame his face. He was wearing a silver ring in his ear now, with a cross pendant dangling from it, exposed by his hair pulled back.
The outfit was completed with a blazer in the same scarlet as the trousers, the Corroded Coffin logo on the breast just like with the black jacket. He fussed with the sleeves, tugging them down over his wrists. The black shirt was fastened at the cuffs with bat shaped cufflinks, a nice touch that would be barely noticeable on camera.
With Eddie the last to be made ready, as soon as he was done, the band were ushered outside where the crew were already set up and waiting. The sun was starting to set, casting long shadows over the cemetery. They had to work fast, before they lost such a perfect aesthetic, and Steve didn’t get a chance to speak to Eddie before he was hard at work again.
The red suit was as alluring as the black ensemble. It didn’t matter that there was less skin on show, Steve could picture what was beneath the suit well enough. He liked the way he could only catch glimpses of Eddie’s tattoos, peeking from the open collar, and perfectly visible climbing his neck with his hair out of the way. His hands and fingers were fully inked too; Steve had been there for every single one, as used to the noise and smell of a tattoo parlor now as Eddie was.
Steve found the tattoos incredibly sexy. He’d thought about getting some himself, if only to try and please Eddie, but Eddie insisted he liked him as he was. He’d stood with him in front of the bedroom mirror, both of them naked, Eddie’s chest to Steve’s back, and made him watch as he ran tattooed hands over his body.
He’d talked poetically about the contrast, how much he loved Steve’s tan skin, covered in dark freckles like constellations, and how his own busily tattooed skin looked against it. He’d wrapped those inked fingers around Steve’s cock and stroked him slowly in front of the mirror, whispering at him to keep his eyes open, refusing to let him look away until he’d come all over the carpet.
Steve shook the memory away, determined to get through the rest of the shoot without getting hard in his jeans again.
It was no easy feat, with Eddie walking between the headstones and singing, fingers rubbing over the beads of a rosary the same way he rubbed Steve’s nipples.
Despite his reputation for being chaotic, where the band was concerned, Eddie was a professional. Time was against them, the sun setting fast, and Eddie’s focus was admirable. No one would guess what he and Steve had been up to just moments before, all of his attention squared on the cameras and the instructions from Nigel.
Steve, who was supposedly the calming influence to Eddie’s chaos, was entirely restless. He chewed on his thumb nail as he watched, waiting impatiently for the day to be over. He wanted to get his mouth on Eddie’s throat, to lick at the dip at the base and pull on the silver choker with his teeth. It should be illegal for anyone to look that good, and the possessive part of him revelled in the knowledge that the fans were going to lose their mind when they saw the video. But Steve - Steve - was the one who got to take Eddie home and undo him afterwards.
They filmed into the night, catching some outdoor shots with candles burning on the headstones to add a spooky glow. By the time they were done, everyone was excited to see the final cut, but only Steve could see the exhaustion in Eddie’s eyes.
Eddie was at once an extrovert and an introvert. He shone on stage and in front of the cameras, soaking in the attention like he was born for it, but when it was all over, he would be left drained and in desperate need of a quiet place to recharge.
Eddie was determined to help the crew pack up, no matter how much Steve tried to insist they should head straight back to the hotel. Eddie refused, insisting it was only fair. It didn’t matter how famous they got, he always helped set up and pack up, lugging around instruments and set pieces with the roadies.
Steve couldn’t always be around when they toured, but even he was adept at it now. He could tape down cables and help build light rigs just as well as anyone else in the band, but he’d never helped on a video set before.
In the end, he mostly kept out of the way, helping Sally pack up the wardrobe pieces and chatting. He knew he wouldn’t be able to persuade Eddie to leave until he was ready, so he tried to be patient and not get affected when Eddie strutted past, suit jacket gone and black sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He was lugging a case of camera equipment to a van and he flashed Steve a grin, too busy to notice the desire in Steve’s eyes.
“I’m friends with the designer, ya know?” Sally smirked at Steve, nodding at the black trousers and jacket which had been put into a dress bag for Eddie to take. “I’ll tell her they went down a storm. She’ll be delighted.”
Sally had a knowing glint in her eyes but Steve was utterly shameless as he nodded. “Give her a thank you from me.” He chuckled, earning a gentle shove from Sally.
“If my partner still looks at me the way you look at Eddie after fifteen years, I’ll consider myself one lucky woman.”
Steve’s grin softened and his eyes flooded with warmth. He looked at Eddie again, now trying to untangle a roll of cables, his hair falling out of his bun more and more with each minute that passed.
“I’m the lucky one.” He said softly, chest squeezing until his heart felt too big for it. “He could have anyone he wanted, and he still wants me, some nobody from Hawkins.”
Sally lay a hand on Steve’s shoulder, smiling. “Ya know, he once said the exact same thing about you.”
*
By the time they made it back to the hotel, it was late and Eddie was exhausted. Steve offered to run him a bath, and was reaching for the room service menu when Eddie slid up against him, arms circling Steve’s waist.
“Stevie…” He whined, chin digging into Steve’s shoulder. “Are you telling me I wore this suit the whole way back here and you’re not even going to fuck me?”
Steve was stunned for just a second, catching up quickly when he realised that he hadn’t been so coy with his glances after all. Eddie hated wearing formal clothes, even beautifully tailored, quirky ones like the suit; he should have known he hadn’t changed for a reason.
“I thought you might be too tired.” Steve chuckled, dropping the menu and turning in Eddie’s arms. “We have all night…”
“I’ve been waiting for hours already.” Eddie kissed Steve lightly on the lips. “Come to bed, baby…”
Steve didn’t need telling twice. He walked Eddie backwards, guiding him to the bed until it hit the back of his legs and Eddie sank down onto it. He tipped his head up, meeting Steve in a slow, searching kiss. Steve brushed his knuckles across Eddie’s jaw, following the line of it into his hair, both hands tangling through the curls until he’d managed to pull them all loose from the bun.
“You were amazing today.” He whispered, brushing butterfly kisses to Eddie’s cheeks, his nose, even his eyelids. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“I noticed.” Eddie grinned, relaxed and content, allowing his body to sag now they were alone and he could shed the rockstar mask. “Didn’t think you were so into designer clothes.” He teased.
“I’m into you.” Steve corrected, gently teasing Eddie’s hair out with his fingers until it was laying long down his back and over his shoulders. It had grown out a little more than Eddie would normally allow it, but Steve loved it like this. “But I’ll admit, it was nice to see you in something a bit different… something made to fit your body so perfectly…” Steve’s fingers trailed down Eddie's front, toying with his shirt buttons.
“I know something else that fits my body perfectly.” Eddie’s eyes twinkled and Steve laughed, shaking his head at such a cheesy line.
“You’re such a nerd.” He said fondly, leaning in for another kiss, capturing Eddie’s lips in his own. He kept it slow, even as their tongues touched. Steve used to pride himself on not using too much tongue, thought he kissed with finesse and girls always complimented him about it; but then he’d met Eddie, and everything became hungry and filthy and wet, and even almost two decades later, they still kissed like they were trying to devour each other.
Eddie opened up for him, sighing and making the sweetest, softest sounds of pleasure. He sat still, fingers curled over the edge of the bed as Steve carefully unbuttoned the black shirt. He spread it open once he was done, palms flat on Eddie’s chest, warming the cold metal of his nipple piercings.
Steve took control this time, peeling away each layer of the suit nice and slow, like peeling away the layers of façade that Eddie put up whenever he had to perform. He pushed the jacket off first, then brought Eddie’s hands to his lips one by one, kissing each fingertip as he unbuttoned the bat cufflinks.
Eddie watched him, his eyes tired but glittering, his lips parted. He whined when Steve sucked his finger into his mouth, tongue swirling for a second before he let his hand go. He pushed the shirt off his shoulders and gradually down his arms, fingertips following the curve of Eddie’s bicep, dipping into the crease of his elbow, tracing a vein to his wrist.
“I love you, Eddie.” Steve’s finger followed the outline of a small black heart, tattooed into Eddie’s wrist. The first tattoo he’d gotten after meeting Steve.
“I love you, Stevie baby.” Eddie grinned, shrugging his shirt off the rest of the way and dropping it to the floor. “Are you going to get naked soon or-?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “So impatient.” He scoffed.
“Says the man who just had to get on his knees for me in the middle of a church.”
“It wasn’t the middle of the church.” Steve said casually, fingers brushing over all his favourite tattoos. “And you didn’t exactly complain.”
“But you worshipped so reverently, my love.” Eddie smirked. “How could I possibly complain?”
Steve’s skin tingled, the way it always did when Eddie phrased something so artfully. He tipped his chin up so he could kiss him again, sucking on his lower lip as his hands dropped to his trousers and worked them open.
Scarlet fabric pooled around Eddie’s feet and Steve dropped to his knees, pulling the trousers aside and then lifting each of Eddie’s feet to slide his socks off. He kissed the top of each foot, then each ankle, leaning up to get to Eddie’s knees and then sucked matching hickies into each thigh.
Eddie flopped onto his back, groaning quietly when Steve bypassed his cock - which had plumped up considerably - and kissed over his stomach instead.
“Steve…”
“I’m here, baby.” Steve nibbled at Eddie’s tattooed skin, his stomach slightly concave now he was lying down. “What do you need?”
“I need you.” Eddie’s arms were splayed above his head, one hand flopped over his eyes and the other bent over the top of his head. “Need you to fuck me already… been waiting all day…”
“Poor Eddie.” Steve cooed, getting to his feet so he could lean over Eddie and suck on one of his nipples, tongue sliding around the bar pierced through it.
Eddie groaned again, but didn’t push for Steve to hurry. It was funny how the tables had turned - he was fully aware that Steve had been itching for him all day, their quickie in the church doing little to quell his need. But now they were finally back at the hotel, Steve was annoyingly composed. He often liked to take his time, dragging out foreplay until Eddie was near crying with the need to be filled.
“I can’t wait this time.” Eddie warned him, pulling at his own hair. “Not too long… M’so exhausted Steve, I just wanna feel you.”
Steve took pity on him, releasing his nipple so he could kiss back to his lips. “You’ve got me Eddie.” He hushed him, gently pulling his hands out of his hair and lacing their fingers. “I won’t make you wait long, I promise. I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”
Eddie trusted him completely and he relaxed again, shuffling further up the bed until he could rest his head on the pillows. Steve stroked his hair out, fanning it over the white linen like a halo, scratching his nails gently over Eddie’s scalp until he purred low in his throat, content as a kitten.
They’d arrived at the hotel the night before, ready for the early start that morning, so the lube was already out of the suitcase. Steve had left it stuffed under a pillow, but he’d forgotten to put the do not disturb sign on the door when they left and housekeeping had moved it to the night stand.
Steve felt a little bad, and made a mental note to leave a hefty tip as he snagged the bottle and dropped it onto the sheets. Eddie’s legs splayed the moment he noticed, but Steve was forced to leave him for a minute so he could stand and undress.
Eddie watched him, eyes dark and full of desire. He smiled, one hand playing with the silver chain still around his neck, the other idly teasing his nipple. Just watching him had Steve thickening up and he shed his clothes as fast as he could. He hopped around for a second to get his socks off and Eddie sniggered at the sight.
“Steve Harrington, you are one sexy man.” He grinned, playful even though it was completely true. Steve could do a fan dance with a lettuce leaf and still be sexy no matter how ridiculous.
Steve knew he was being teased, but he grinned anyway. He re-joined Eddie on the bed, straddling one of his thighs as he leaned down to kiss him again, licking into his mouth whilst he grabbed the bottle of lube and pumped a hearty amount onto his fingers.
Eddie squirmed, over-eager, and tipped his hips up in invitation. The first finger sank into him easily, and Steve pressed in another after barely a second. Eddie made a soft noise of delight and pushed down against them, his muscles relaxed. He was used to Steve’s size and could take him easily, but Steve liked this part, he liked rubbing his thumb around Eddie’s rim, smoothing out the creases whilst his fingers hooked up against his prostate.
Eddie was content now he had what he wanted, moans falling freely from his parted lips. He lifted his arms, stretching them above his head so that his body lengthened, his nipples stiff as bullets.
“Better?” Steve smiled, rubbing his fingers against that sweet spot inside until Eddie began to writhe from the increasing pressure, pearls of come starting to drip from his tip.
“Fuck, Steve…” His head rolled against the pillow, eyes closed. He looked angelic, even with all the tattoos and the piercings, dark eyeliner smudged over his cheekbones where he’d been sweating as he worked. He was a fallen angel, like the Lucifer of Liege, breathtakingly beautiful and devilishly tempting. He was right when he’d said Steve worshipped him. Steve would pray at the altar of Eddie Munson morning, noon and night; there was no one more devoted to him than he.
“I love you so much.” He breathed, massaging Eddie’s prostate with motions that had been perfected over years. “I love the way you let me in.”
Eddie made a sound more like a sob than a moan, his muscles clenching around Steve’s fingers as he leaked come over his stomach. He tried to widen his legs even more, hips starting to ride against the motions of Steve’s fingers inside him.
The rockstar Eddie was gone, stripped away to reveal the soft core of Eddie the nobody, Eddie the freak, Eddie the man who Steve loved more than anything or anyone else in the world. This Eddie was gone for Steve, this was the Eddie who would call him up when they’d been apart for too long and sob that he needed him. This was the Eddie who Steve dropped everything for, sometimes flying for thousands of miles just for one night in his arms, before he was forced to leave again.
“Steve, baby… Please…” Eddie arched his back and grabbed at Steve’s arms, muscles quivering inside and out as he tugged. “Please, please, please…”
“I know, I know baby.” Steve kissed Eddie quiet, using his free hand to slick lube over his erection. He thumbed the tip, smearing precome, and then pressed against Eddie’s rim. His fingers slid free as his cock entered him, Eddie’s hole stretching wide for a dizzying moment as both fingers and cock filled him at once.
Eddie cried out, his erection jumping and spilling more ejaculate over his stomach. Steve entered him in one smooth thrust, pushing forward until he was as deep as he could get, held in place by Eddie’s muscles which tightened around him, as if desperate to keep him inside.
“Fuck, look at you.” Steve was mesmerised, his fingers sliding over Eddie’s torso. He could just make out a blush between the tattooed lines on his chest, the pink hue climbing Eddie’s throat and settling over his cheeks. He looked blissed out, his eyes rolling, his hands gone slack above his head as he moaned.
“Love you like this.” Steve began to move, keeping his thrusts deep, rocking instead of pumping. “Love how much you love it… Love being filled, don’t you baby?”
Eddie nodded, too cock-drunk to speak. It was such a sweet relief to let go after such a long day, to simply relax and let Steve make everything feel good. He was mentally exhausted, and Steve was the only one who could shut his mind down for a while.
“Eddie…” Steve said his name like a prayer, fingers curling around his thighs to lift them up and deepen his thrusts. He gripped Eddie’s ass hard enough to bruise, keeping him raised, spreading him open, his dark eyes watching the place they were joined.
Eddie basked in it for a while, lashes fluttering as he soaked in the pleasure. It was good, really good, but Steve was gentle and Eddie needed more.
“Steve… Stevie, let me… Need to…” He struggled to move, scrabbling at the sheets until Steve slid out and he was able to roll onto his front. Steve watched, speechless, as Eddie got to his knees and lifted his ass in the air. He pressed his chest against the bed, hugging a pillow beneath his cheek.
“Need you to fuck me.” He said as firmly as he could manage despite how dreamy he felt. “Need you to, Stevie. Need it so bad. Need it.” He was babbling now, muttering into the pillow.
Steve gripped his hips, hushing him and angling him just right. Eddie’s hole was pink and gaping slightly, muscles twitching as he waited. Steve couldn’t resist pressing his fingers inside again first, teasing him until he started to beg again.
“Alright, I’m here. I’m coming.” He soothed, holding Eddie’s cheeks apart with both hands as he lined up. He sank inside slowly, just so he could watch as each inch disappeared. Eddie gasped and whined, muscles clenching, and Steve was gone.
He knew what Eddie wanted, what he needed. Eddie had been so good to him in the church, giving Steve what he’d desired without argument or question. Steve wanted to repay him, wanted to give Eddie everything he could ask for and more.
He grabbed his hips, holding him firm as he began to thrust. He moved slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out and teasing his rim with his cockhead before pressing back inside. He loved to watch the way Eddie’s hole clenched, could fuck him like this for hours, but he’d need a cock ring and besides, Eddie wasn’t in any mood for a lengthy session.
Steve began to pick up the pace, building gradually, making sure Eddie rose through his pleasure like a lift rising up one floor at a time. Steve concentrated, listening to each beautiful sound Eddie made, so focused on his pleasure that he barely spared a thought for his own. He could feel it though, making his abdominal muscles flex and his balls grow heavy, his leaking cock mixing with the lube until Eddie was practically dripping.
Steve fucked him hard enough to make their skin slap, his fingers bruising Eddie’s hips. Eddie was wailing now, muffling his cries with the pillow. His hair was a flyaway mess, curls bouncing as Steve pulled him back to meet each thrust.
Eddie arched into it, mouth open and pillow growing damp as he drooled. He knew he must look a mess, but he didn’t care. Steve had him, Steve loved him, Steve would still kiss him afterwards and wipe the corner of his mouth with his thumb like he was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
Steve reached around him, fingers circling Eddie’s erection and pumping in time to his thrusts. His hand was still just slick enough with lube to ease the drag, and Eddie knew he was done for. He didn’t want to finish, he could have kept riding that high forever, but Steve was relentless - Eddie would have it no other way.
He came with a yell, face pressed tight to the pillow so he didn’t wake up the entire hotel. Steve kept going, fucking him through it until Eddie felt utterly wrung out, and even then he only let go of his sensitive cock and kept on thrusting into him.
Eddie turned his head, cheek pressed to the wet patch his saliva had made, and moaned breathlessly as Steve took his pleasure from his body. He tried to form words, to urge Steve to keep going, but his tongue felt too big for his mouth.
Steve didn’t need any encouragement though. He held Eddie’s hips in both hands and let the spasm of his inner muscles milk his orgasm from him. His hips began to stutter, losing their rhythm as his climax approached and Eddie deliberately tightened his muscles around him.
“Inside, Stevie.” He begged, his words slurred like he’d been drinking. “Come inside, fill me up.”
Steve came with Eddie’s name on his lips, his hips jerking to a halt as he pressed in deep. Eddie could feel him twitching, staying deep just like he’d asked. His own erection had barely flagged, dribbling a thin, pearly string that tethered him to the bed.
Steve felt like his brain had just been emptied out of his dick, and for a long while all he could do was pant and hold onto Eddie like a lifeline. Eddie didn’t mind, he could have happily fallen asleep with Steve inside him.
When he eventually pulled out, Eddie whined in protest, but Steve hushed him and gently stroked his back. He hissed as they separated, oversensitive and sore, and Steve gently used his fingertip to press the come that leaked from him back inside.
“Steve…” Eddie laughed quietly, eyes closed as he fought off sleep. He could feel Steve’s come dripping, and he grimaced slightly until Steve did something entirely unexpected.
Eddie’s eyes opened wide when he felt Steve’s tongue, hot and wet against his hole. He instinctively widened his legs, dropping lower to make it easier for Steve to lick at him, cleaning him up tenderly with slow swipes of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck…” Eddie squeezed his pillow tight, starting to pant again as Steve licked inside him, his hole stretched open wide enough that his tongue could swirl inside and soothe his aching muscle. He expected Steve to stop soon enough, but he just kept going, rimming Eddie good and slow, like they had all the time in the world.
Eddie buried his face in his pillow, blushing and sighing. It felt good, in a softer way than before. It didn’t feel like it would come to much, he certainly didn’t expect to come again, but Steve kept going until Eddie had thickened up again, his erection trapped between his stomach and the bed.
He was lying in a wet spot, but it did nothing to stop his pleasure as Steve licked and mouthed over his hole, working his tongue inside him with more deliberation when he felt Eddie start to clench again. He brought him to his second orgasm of the evening slowly, the first hint of stubble on his cheeks rubbing Eddie’s skin raw in a way he loved.
When he came, he felt it deep in his core, his spent cock barely twitching. He’d had dry orgasms before, but none quite as intense as this. He was left with tears on his cheeks, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t realised how much noise he’d been making, not until the last pulsing waves of his climax eased off and his brain re-engaged.
“Holy Christ on a bike.” He croaked, rolling onto his back when Steve finally let up. “I think I just met God.”
Steve sat back on his heels, looking smug. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the gesture so sordid that Eddie had to hide behind his hands for a moment. He was still quivering, his body confused and jittery. He’d thought he was falling asleep, he hadn’t been prepared to get so thoroughly eaten out.
“You are filthy, Steve Harrington.” He tried to sound disgusted but his traitorous voice came out adoring. “What the fuck was that?”
“You liked it.” Steve was like a cat with a canary. He didn’t look tired at all as he leaned over Eddie, hands pressing into the mattress either side of his head. “Are you going to be freaked out if I kiss you?”
Eddie scoffed. “One hundred percent.” He frowned, and when Steve hesitated he leaned up to close the gap himself, one hand on the back of Steve’s neck as he kissed him. He could taste the bitterness of Steve’s come, but it was nothing he wasn’t already used to.
They lay together for a while, kissing lazily, mindless of the amount of wet spots on the sheets. Eventually though, Eddie was so tired his kisses became little more than a pliant mouth, and Steve gently moved away to grab a washcloth from the bathroom.
He cleaned himself up first, standing at the sink, and when he returned to the bed Eddie was on his front, snoring into the pillow with his hair a mess around him.
Steve rolled his eyes fondly and cleaned him up as carefully as he could. Eddie didn’t stir, and only grumbled when Steve pulled the duvet out from beneath him and stripped off the white cover. He tossed the duvet back onto the bed and slid beneath it, smiling when Eddie rolled into his arms and lay over his chest, still snoring.
“I love you, Eddie Munson.” Steve whispered the words reverently, sweeter than any psalm.