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Eddie felt way too nervous walking into that bar. The moment the heated, sweat-stinking air assaulted his nose, he felt he was going to struggle to get out in one piece. Brawny, tattooed men with dark moustaches and bottles of beer gathered in one corner; bikers, if Eddie judged correctly based on their jackets.A small group of women that looked to be in their twenties sat at the cushioned benches by the door, dressed far too nicely to be in such a dim bar like this.Seated at the bar itself, a group of four men, three with long hair, all loose jackets several sizes too big and jeans draped over hips and bodies that were neither broad nor thin.There were three stools beside those men, and Eddie took the furthest away from them, not wanting to intrude. The bartender smiled at him, walking over and winking, tossing her dark hair back from her shoulders.“What can I get you, hun?”“Beer,” Eddie grunted, “please.”She grinned wider, tapping her hand on the bar as she turned around. Eddie studied the intricate tattoos that weaved over her pale skin, up the back of her neck and down both arms. Some were finely drawn floral patterns, others words he couldn’t make out. She turned back and set an open bottle of beer before him. He muttered a quick “thanks” and brought it to his lips.He’d already forgotten why he’d come here.The men next to him, who’d previously been chatting loudly and laughing, were now quiet. He resisted the urge as much as he could not to look across at them. His willpower didn’t last long, and he snuck a quick glance to the side. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw all four looking at him. One of the middle two got nudged by the on his left. Eddie took another sip of his beer.The men seemed to realise they were staring and turned to the one that got nudged. They spoke quickly and quietly, hunched together. Eddie took the opportunity while none were looking to study their faces. Furthest to the right was the only one with short hair, a prominent jaw and a clean-shaven face, next to him – the one they were now crowded around – had long, dark curls that fell over his back and shoulders, a moustache and goatee that framed full lips, beside him a man with long hair again, though lighter and wavy rather than curled, faced away from Eddie. The one furthest to the left and closest to Eddie had straight, blond hair, thick white sunglasses perched on his head and light stubble dusting his cheeks.They looked up at him again and Eddie hurriedly averted his gaze, downing the rest of his beer. When the bartender saw it empty, she slid back over. Eddie leant in a little to speak quietly. “Those guys here often?”She glanced over two them, looking back to Eddie and reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a stick of gum, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.“Pretty much every Friday and Saturday night.”“So, they’d be here tomorrow, then?”“I guess.” She shrugged and Eddie nodded thoughtfully.“Another beer, please.”<~><~><~>Chris saw the side door of the bar open, paid little attention until he saw who’d opened it. He normally wasn’t one to note the appearance of a stranger in the bar, but something about this man made his stomach flutter in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. There was nothing too remarkable about the man, small stature and a slightly protective stance, chocolate curls that fell about his face and shoulders messily, the barest hint of hair below his bottom lip. He wore a plain white shirt and beige jacket, with dark, loose shorts and boots, an interesting combination that Chris himself often sported.One of his friends punched his shoulder. He turned, annoyed.“What?”“Quit staring at him.”“Shut up, Stone.”“Man, you and Andy were together not that long ago,” Stone said. Chris looked to Andy on the other side of him. Andy lifted his sunglasses up onto his head and scrunched his nose.“Shut up, Stone.”Matt laughed from beside Chris, lifting his glass of whiskey to his mouth and taking a slow sip.“Your little crush is sitting next to us, Cornell.”Chris snapped his gaze over to the only spare seats at the bar, followed by the eyes of the other three. The man sat hunched, speaking quietly and being handed a beer that he took a decidedly eager sip from. Stone nudged Chris, more gently than before.“You’re staring again.”They all looked at Chris, smirks playing at their lips.“Why don’t you just go talk to him?”“He doesn’t even look gay.”Andy raised an eyebrow.“And that’s stopped you… when?” Stone muttered.“Shut up, Stone!” Chris whined, and Stone snickered. Matt and Andy struggled to hold in their own amusement at Chris’ expense. Chris found his gaze on the man once again, studying the shape of his nose and his rounded cheekbones. The man glanced across, and their eyes locked for a moment before both hurriedly looked away. Chris, utterly embarrassed to have been caught staring when the man was none of his business, went beet red and hid his face in his glass. He crunched an ice cube between his teeth, hearing but not listening as the guys chatted around him.As he downed the last of his whiskey, he felt a sway in his stomach, brows drawing together. “How many drinks have we had?”“I dunno man,” Andy snorted, laying his head on the bar top.Chris looked down at his glass, vision swimming enough to make him queasy.“Too fucking many. Damn it.”“Live a little, Chris,” Stone grinned widely.“I live plenty,” Chris grumbled. He looked across to his left, frowning when he saw the man was gone. “He’s gone,” he slurred. Matt wheezed a laugh.“Missed your chance, man. We told you to talk to him.”Chris swatted at him, sliding off his stool and stumbling to the door. He pushed it open, glancing from side to side as though he might spot that stranger. The back alley was deserted. He sighed quietly, closing the door behind himself and stepping out into the brisk breeze that twisted between the brick walls either side. He moved to the side to be out of the way of anyone else coming out and leant against the wall.He dug around in several of his jacket pockets until he found his cigarettes and a lighter. He pulled one of the former out and stuck it between his lips. He brought the lighter to the end, shielding the flame from the wind with his other hand and watching the end glow red. He shoved the lighter into the back pocket of his jeans, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke from his lungs, watching it be scattered quickly down the alley.He felt his thoughts clearing a little, just being out here, getting away from the stagnant, stale air of the bar with its alcoholic reek. He took another long pull of his cigarette, looking down at his boots, barely registering when the door opened beside him. He looked up after a moment, looking the man up and down.“Stone,” he murmured. Stone steadies himself with a hand against the wall.“We’re getting a taxi,” he slurred, “y’coming?”Chris took one last drag before flicking his cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath the toe of his boot. He followed Stone back through the bar, gathering the other two as they went and making their way out of the main door.One obnoxious, drunkenly loud taxi ride later, and he collapsed onto his mattress, passed out before he could even get undressed.<~><~><~>Chris woke Saturday morning with what might just have been the worst headache of his life. Whatever they served last night must’ve been stronger than he was used to. Pain bloomed across his skull, like someone was driving an ice pick through his head on either side. It felt like someone had poured sand into his eyes and mouth, the foul taste of vomit and alcohol still on his tongue. He groaned and rolled out of the bed. He stared at the number on his alarm clock blankly, brain not comprehending for a full minute.
One o’clock. Shit.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath as a wave of nausea swelled over him. He stumbled from his bedroom, grabbing the door frame for support as he reached the bathroom. He made his way to the sink, looking at his own pale face in the mirror and scrunching his nose in disgust. He leant down and splashed copious amounts of water over his face and through his hair. He stood straight again, raking his curls back from his face, grabbing his towel to soak up the excess water on his skin. When he leant to pick it up, his head throbbed again, and he winced and fuck he didn’t have any painkillers left. He groaned again, more annoyed than pained this time. He pulled on a shirt that looked somewhat clean and a pair of shorts.He made his way down the road slowly, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes on the pavement in front of him. The gas station was only a fifteen-minute walk from his house, and he figured he could use the fresh air. He spent the whole time getting there trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the night before, to no avail.He entered the small shop and moved straight to the register. A man stood behind that looked oddly familiar. Something about his light brown, frizzy curls, and the hint of hair below his lip made his stomach flutter, yet he had no recollection of ever seeing him before. “You new here?” He grunted. The man gave him a slightly quizzical look before responding in a startlingly deep, rumbling voice.“Just moved.”“Oh. From where?”“San Diego.”“You a surfer?”The man shrugged.“Yeah, I guess.”Chris nodded thoughtfully, muttering a quiet “huh”.The man cleared his throat, shrinking beneath Chris’ piercing blue gaze. “Uh, so… um, how can I help?”“Oh, yeah. You guys got painkillers?”The man bobbed his head, leaning down beneath the counter and pulling out a box of them. Chris handed him a twenty-dollar bill, taking the box and his change with a smirk. He glanced down at the nametag pinned onto the man’s shirt. “Thanks, Eddie.” He turned away and walked from the store.Eddie felt his heart flutter at the sound of his name on his lips, severely embarrassed by the crush he’d developed.“Ah, shit,” he muttered, feeling his face heat up.<~><~><~>“You really got that fucked up you don’t even remember him? Serious?” Andy wheezed, clapping Chris’ shoulder. Chris looked utterly bewildered, and Stone laughed.“Hey, any luck and he might turn up tonight. He was lookin’ at you yesterday. A lot,” Matt snickered. Chris raised his glass.“Here’s to that.” He drained the last of his drink and set the glass heavily back onto the bar.As if on cue, Eddie slipped inside the bar through the side door, taking the same seat as the day prior. Stone looked at Chris, and when he didn’t make a move to stand and talk to Eddie, shoved him roughly off his stool. Chris shoved him back, albeit less forcefully, but walked over and hoisted himself into the seat beside Eddie.“Interesting friends you got there.” Chris hadn’t expected Eddie to speak first and laughed.“They’re awful, but I love them.”Eddie snorted, watching as the bartender set a beer before him, looking between the two suggestively. Chris asked quietly for a bourbon.He looked at Eddie for a moment, taking a slow breath. “Apparently you were here yesterday, which I have no memory of, but those motherfuckers seem pretty convinced.”“Yeah, you all seemed pretty out of it by the time I left.”“Hm,” Chris grunted. He nodded his thanks as the bartender passed him his drink and took a slow sip.They chatted quietly for several minutes, until Chris felt someone walking up behind him, hands on his shoulders. He looked back to see Andy.“We’re gonna get a taxi, Stone’s got a thing tomorrow morning that came up. You ready to head?”Chris looked over to Eddie.“Wanna come back to my place for a drink?”Eddie grinned.“Why not?”<~><~><~>As soon as they were through Chris’ front door, Eddie had his suspicions of what exactly Chris’ kind of ‘drink’ was confirmed, Chris pinning him against the wall and kissing him hungrily. His hands smoothed down Eddie’s sides, settling on his hips, Eddie’s hands going around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Chris’ hands began sliding up under Eddie’s shirt, and Eddie broke away from the kiss.“Wait.”Chris went still immediately.“You okay?”“I just gotta warn you… I’m not- I… I’m trans,” he stammered, ducking his head and averting his gaze from Chris’.“That’s okay.” Eddie looked back up. “Can I still eat you out?”Eddie let out a surprised laugh.“Fuck, yeah.”“Then I think that’s gonna be fine with me. Tell me if you need me to stop, though.”And with that, he hooked his hands behind Eddie’s thighs and hoisted him up. Eddie wrapped his legs around his waist instinctively, finding his lips with his own again. Chris stumbled to his bedroom, only running into one table along the way, grunting as the corner hit his leg.Eddie buried his hands into Chris’ hair, tugging at his lip with his teeth. Chris set him on his back on his bed, once again slipping his hands up under his shirt, running his fingers over his flat stomach. He pushed his shirt up further, watching his face for any sign he should stop, then slowly pulling it over his head. He ran his fingers over Eddie’s collarbone, noting the faint, but still visible scars below the muscles of his chest as his gaze travelled down. He traced his index fingers over them gently, leaning down to kiss along each one, hands moving back to his hips to keep him still.Eddie arched his chest up against Chris’ lips, tugging at his hair to try to get him to meet his own lips again. Chris finally moved back up, kissing Eddie’s neck and jaw softly, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip.Eddie moaned quietly, immediately cutting off the noise when he realised he was making it. “It’s okay,” Chris murmured, “let me hear you.”He moved one hand tentatively down to slowly unbutton Eddie’s jeans, making him shudder and moan again, slightly louder.“Take off your shirt,” Eddie grunted. Chris smirked and stood straight so he could pull it up over his head. He watched Eddie’s eyes rake across his chest and stomach hungrily, leaning back down over him and kissing his way down Eddie’s sternum. His lips brushed over his navel, hands pulling down his pants and underwear slowly. Eddie exhaled softly, feeling Chris’ lips and tongue on his inner thigh, fingers teasing just below his waist. “Chris,” he groaned.Chris hooked Eddie’s knees over his shoulders, sliding his tongue over his sensitive core, savouring the choked, desperate moan that reached his ears immediately. He licked slowly at Eddie’s clit, feeling the muscles in his thighs flexing in response.He kept up a slow pace, lapping gently at Eddie for several minutes, working him up to a point where he was trembling. “Oh, fuck, please- I’m so fucking close, Chris,” Eddie whimpered, pushing against Chris’ tongue, looking down just to see his face between his legs. Chris flicked his tongue faster, and that was the final straw. Eddie’s climax rushed over him with brutal force, knocking the air from his lungs and tearing a breathless, euphoric sob from his throat. His hips canted up into Chris’ tongue, heels digging hard into his back.He shook almost violently, yet Chris kept up his work, holding Eddie tight until the last aftershocks of his orgasm had faded out.Eddie fell limp on the mattress, skin damp with sweat and his chest heaving. “You might be the first guy I’ve ever met who actually knows what he’s doing.”“Bonuses of being into guys and girls, huh?” Chris said with a wink and Eddie snorted. Chris crawled up to meet their lips again, making Eddie moan at the taste of himself on his tongue. “You like that?” Chris growled, and Eddie nodded quickly. Chris rutted his hips against his thigh, letting Eddie feel the hardness in his jeans. “Any other surprises I should know about?”“Actually…” Eddie said quietly, and Chris raised an eyebrow. Eddie went bright red and averted his gaze. Chris moved back into his line of sight.“Eddie,” he began. Eddie bit his lip nervously. “Is it something embarrassing or are you just embarrassed?”“I’m just embarrassed,” Eddie muttered. Chris pursed his lips and thought for a moment.“Let me guess…” He continued thinking, “you’re a squirter?”Eddie went redder, hiding his face behind one arm, taking a deep breath.“Yeah,” he whispered. Chris’ face broke out into a wide grin.“Like… a regular thing, or…”“Only maybe… three guys have ever got me to.”“Oh, I am joining that list.” Before Eddie could do anything more, Chris’ face was buried against him once more, tongue pressing at his clit, one finger sliding into his slick heat. Eddie took a shuddering breath, whispering a quiet, incredulous “oh my god” as Chris’ finger curled perfectly inside him, immediately finding the perfect spot. Chris’ teeth grazed lightly over Eddie’s clit. Eddie arched up with a strangled groan, twisting his hips involuntarily and burying his hands into Chris’ hair.Chris smirked. “You like that, too?”Eddie responded with a moan, and Chris kept up the movements of his finger and tongue, driving him insane with all the sensations he was giving him. Chris sucked at his clit, the tip of his tongue flicking hard and fast, making Eddie whimper and squirm. Eddie felt pressure building in his core, pleasure shooting out in tendrils that sent shivers to the tips of his fingers and toes.“Oh, fuck, oh- Chris, fuck!” Eddie’s hips stuttered upward, feeling Chris’ tongue replaced by the thumb of his other hand as he dipped down to taste him properly. He knew Chris had got what he wanted even before it happened, felt the twinge in his stomach, the searing heat that built inside him for a few moments before it rushed out of him.Chris felt and tasted the sweet heat against his tongue and groaned. Eddie cried out softly, shuddering and moaning as his second orgasm rushed over him, aided by the intoxicating pleasure of what just happened. His walls clamped tight around Chris’ finger, keeping him there and stroking as he came. Eddie sucked in a deep breath, hands going limp in Chris’ hair, body sinking into the mattress below him. Chris pulled slowly away when he was sure he’d milked the last of Eddie’s climax from him. Eddie caught a quick glimpse of Chris’ chin, neck, and chest shining with his fluids before he reached for a towel and wiped himself off. “Chris?”“Hm?”“Fuck me.”Chris smirked and leant down, grabbing Eddie’s face and kissing him. Hard. Eddie’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and his legs around his back. Chris took his hands away from Eddie, tongue making its way from his mouth to Eddie’s as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor. He moved in closer to Eddie, feeling the tip of his cock brush across his navel. He pulled away from the kiss and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. He grabbed a condom quickly, tearing open the packet and rolling it on.He saw Eddie watching his movements and met his eyes.“Ready?”Eddie nodded quickly. Chris guided the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole. They both let out a quiet breath as Chris sank into him.Eddie tilted his head back, baring his neck to Chris enticingly. Chris took his opportunity and leant down to kiss at Eddie’s skin, sliding his tongue under his jaw. Eddie pressed his nails into Chris’ shoulders, exhaling softly against his ear. Chris rocked his hips slowly at first, steadily building into a rougher pace, one hand reaching down to rub at Eddie’s clit. Eddie whimpered quietly, dragging his nails over Chris’ back, making him pound ever harder.“Fuck,” he breathed. Chris began grunting softly with every thrust, the hand not pleasuring Eddie moving to his waist. “Tell me you’re close ‘cause I’m about to come again,” Eddie groaned. “So fucking close,” Chris panted, feeling sweat beading on his forehead.He redoubled his efforts, slamming harder into Eddie and circling his fingers faster over his clit. Eddie felt his abdomen twisting tight again, the need in his core building to be unbearable in the moments before he came, this time a little less intensely. Chris leant back, watching Eddie’s eyes roll back and his lips part with a gasp. As he came back down to earth, Chris moved both hands to his hips, jackhammering into him desperately. He finished with a desperate, broken moan that tore itself from his throat. He slowed his thrusts as he came, going still for a few moments while he caught his breath. He pulled out of Eddie slowly, slipping off the condom and throwing it away in the trash can beside his bed, then falling onto his back beside Eddie. “Was that okay?”“I don’t think I’ve ever fucked someone who actually cared about how I felt that much.”“I’m assuming that’s a good thing if I did,” Chris sighed tiredly.“Can I see you again sometime?”“’Course.”Eddie smiled to himself.
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“How was last night?”Chris looked up from the album cover he’d been mindlessly staring at, seeing Stone walking into the music store they worked in.“Huh?”Stone rolled his eyes, moving behind the counter and dumping his bag in the corner.“You went home with that guy, right?”“Eddie. Yeah.”“I presume you didn’t make him tea and biscuits and have a civil conversation, so, was he any good? You suck his dick?”Chris snorted.“Not quite. He’s trans.”Stone whistled lowly.“Well I know you like eating pussy so-“Chris reached back and shoved his chest halfheartedly.“Shut up.”“It was good, then?”Chris found his mind remembering Eddie’s sweet taste on his tongue and went red. Stone laughed and put both hands on his shoulders, shaking him back and forth excitedly. “Hey, good for you, man. Good for you.”Chris rolled his eyes.“Enough, we’ve gotta reorganise every damn vinyl in this place in the next hour, and you’re slow as shit, so I have work to do. You’re distracting.”“Mm, ‘kay,” Stone snickered.They were silent for five minutes as Chris moved to the shelves of vinyl records, and Stone sat on the counter, swiping at his phone. “You get his number?”“Before he left, yeah.”“You got your phone now?”“Mm.”“Can I message him?”“Absolutely not.”“Ple-ease?”“No.”“You’re so boring,” Stone whined.“Tough.”“Ugh.” Stone set his phone down and reclined back a little, almost overbalancing and falling off the counter, saving himself at the last moment.Chris moved a stack of albums on top of the shelves, eyeing Stone from the corner of his eye. “So was it just a once off? You hooking up, or is it more serious?” Chris sighed in annoyance.“If you’ve gotta know, we’re just hooking up.”“You want more than that, though,” Stone said. Chris’ hands went still.“Yeah,” he said after a long moment.Stone didn’t say anything to that, giving a small sympathetic smile and hopping off the counter as a customer walked in. “I’ll ask him to come over tonight,” Chris said quickly and Stone snorted.“Must’ve been better than good.”<~><~><~>Eddie knocked quickly on Chris’ door, licking his lips to moisten them, the dryness from the cold scraping against his tongue like sandpaper. He pulled his jacket further around himself as he waited, wishing Chris would open the door quicker, let him into the warmth behind that door. He desperately needed it to ease the ache in his ankles and knees from the frigid chill seeping up from the concrete beneath his boots.The door was pulled open quietly, and Eddie was pulled in by a hand on his shoulder.“Quick, you’ll let the heat out.” Chris smiled with enough warmth to defrost Eddie’s icy body immediately. “C’mon.” Chris led Eddie toward his bedroom. Eddie kicked off his boots and scurried after him, pulling off his jacket as he went and setting it on the couch as he passed it. He had his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, ready to pull that off too when Chris’ hand stopped him gently.He looked up to meet his gaze quickly. “Easy, we have time. Let’s get you warmed up first, hm?”Eddie nodded eagerly and Chris gave him that comforting smile again, pulled Eddie down with him onto the bed. There were more blankets and pillows than when Eddie was here last, and he found himself quickly burrowing into them, sliding beneath the thickest blanket. Chris did the same, curling around him almost protectively, taking Eddie’s cold hands in his own warm ones, squeezing his fingers gently.He skimmed his nose across Eddie’s cheekbone, lips coming to rest on his jaw, kissing gently. They lay like that for a full thirty minutes, time melding more into something entirely foreign and unreadable with each second that passed.“‘M I warm enough yet?” Eddie murmured softly. Chris’ hands left his, sliding up under his shirt and rubbing over his chest.“Mm,” he grunted. Eddie turned over so he was facing Chris and pressed their lips together. Chris’ hands, on his back now, skimmed down his spine, brushing over the top of his jeans. “Should we get these off?”Eddie nodded eagerly, and Chris quickly set to work unbuttoning and unzipping them. He shuffled down as he worked them off Eddie’s legs, turning him onto his back and making his way back up his body beneath the blanket. He kissed up Eddie’s thigh, up to his stomach, just to his ribs before the fabric of Eddie’s shirt stopped him. “Why’s this in the way?” He muttered to no one in particular.Eddie felt his heart flutter and sat up. Chris followed, lips finding Eddie’s jaw again, tongue tracing ever so slightly across it. He felt Eddie’s breath tickling his ear and quickly slipped his hands back up under his shirt. He brushed his fingertips across Eddie’s nipples, making him squirm and squeak softly. Eddie titled his head back, fisting his hands into Chris’ shirt and pulling him closer.“Chris,” Eddie breathed, one hand going to the back of his head.“Miss me, did you?”Eddie’s heart fluttered at that, a quick moment of fear that Chris knew he wanted more than this making him go stiff. Chris noticed and pulled back, because of course he did, and Eddie was quick to reassure him.“Sorry. I’m good.”“You sure? What happened?”“Nothing, I just… it’s all good, I promise.”Chris nodded and tucked some of Eddie’s messy hair behind his ear.“You wanna be on top this time?”Eddie dug his teeth into his bottom lip and nodded. Chris tugged at Eddie’s shirt. “Get this off.”He pulled his own shirt over his head whilst Eddie tossed his to the side. Chris pulled Eddie into him and laid back, rubbing his hands down his arms soothingly. Eddie shuffled down to lay between Chris’ spread legs, rubbing his cheek over the glaring bulge in Chris’ sweatpants. He touched his fingers to the head of his cock, rubbing them down the length of his erection through the soft material.He could feel the slickness between his legs growing as he dipped down to kiss at the fabric, mouthing up and down Chris’ dick. “You want it?”“Can I blow you?”“I’m not gonna say ‘no’.” Chris grinned. Eddie quickly pulled at the hem of Chris’ pants, pulling them down as Chris lifted his hips. He left them around his thighs and quickly took hold of his cock, caressing the base of it gently with two fingers. He kissed the tip softly, the slightest bit of precum spreading across his bottom lip as he did. His tongue darted out to taste it, his fingers sliding up the length of the cock in his hands to draw out more.Chris crossed his arms behind his head, watching Eddie lap gently at the head of his dick, coaxing more precum from it. Eddie dragged his tongue down the length of it, over Chris’ balls and back up again, wrapping his lips around the head as he reached the tip.Chris let out a satisfied, groaning sigh, one hand creeping down to wind it’s way into Eddie’s hair. He pushed his hips up ever so slightly, a silent plea for Eddie to take more of him in. Eddie slid his lips down a little, pulling back to spit on the head of his dick, then pushing his lips around Chris’ girth again. He got further with the added slickness, taking almost all of his cock into his mouth.One hand splayed out over Chris’ stomach, the other tugged gently at his balls, rubbing in time with the slow bobs of his head. “Oh, god,” Chris groaned, Eddie suckling gently at the head of his cock. “That’s good, fuck, baby.”Eddie’s breath shuddered at that, and he squeezed his thighs together desperately. Chris’ hips rolled upward a few times, almost pleading, though Eddie knew better than to call it that. He rubbed his tongue gently under his tip as he slid back down, sucking as he came back up. Chris drew a quick breath, tugging at Eddie’s hair. “Up,” he gasped. Eddie pulled off his cock, teasingly swiping his tongue across the slit for one last taste of his precum. Chris grunted and pulled Eddie up.They quickly found their lips together again, wet, pressing kisses in a halfhearted match for dominance. Chris’ tongue pushed against Eddie’s, up to press against his teeth and back past his lips. His hand smoothed down over his ass, hooking his thumb into his underwear and sliding them down slowly.He moved his hand between their bodies, slipping two fingers down to circle over Eddie’s clit. Eddie whined shakily, dropping his head against Chris’ chest and fisting his hands in the sheets either side of his body.Chris’ fingers moved down over his entrance, quickly gathering the slickness there and sliding back across the sensitive little peaked nub. Eddie rocked his hips against Chris’ hand, moaning when his fingers once again moved down, the middle one slipping inside him. He moved quicker against it, shifting his hips so that the tip of it rubbed inside him deliciously.Chris crooked the finger slightly to help him hit the spot harder and Eddie murmured a quiet curse.“Grab a condom,” Chris murmured, slipping his finger out of Eddie gently. Eddie turned and reached for the nightstand.“Top drawer?”“Mhm.”Eddie pulled open the drawer and took out one of the little packets, tearing it open and rolling the condom onto Chris’ cock. He reached back into the drawer for the lube he’d seen in there, quickly slathering a good amount onto his palm and spreading it down Chris’ length. Chris watched him quietly, waiting until he was finished so he could shove his pants completely off, then putting a steadying hand on Eddie’s hip as he crawled back over. He watched as Eddie slid the head of his dick over his entrance, dipping down tantalisingly, then rising back up for a moment. He sank back down again, halfway down, then taking a moment to breathe. Chris murmured quiet praise and reassurance, licking his lips when Eddie pressed further down. When his ass finally settled against Chris’ hips, they both blew out a sigh, Eddie doing his best to stop twitching around his dick as he adjusted. Chris watched Eddie’s face, watched the fluttering of his eyelids and the pure bliss that dusted his features. Eddie seemed to sense him looking and opened his eyes stark, blue on a paler blue for a few silent moments, broken by Chris when Eddie started to move and he moaned.Eddie’s hands rested gently on Chris’ chest, rubbing over the muscles appreciatively. He rocked his hips a little firmer, raising and lowering them only slightly as he moved. “You’re so fucking hot,” Chris groaned, an almost scary animalistic quality to his voice that made Eddie clench hard around his cock. “Oh, shit, Eddie.”Eddie whimpered weakly, reaching with one hand to rub at his clit, starting to bounce faster on Chris’ dick. The fingers on his hips tightened with their owner’s voice, more and more strained moans slipping past his lips.Eddie wasn’t faring any better, his body longing for release, cramps building in his legs from tensing them. He pressed his fingers harder into his clit, almost painfully, but just in the realm of the kind of pressure that made him shake uncontrollably and arch his back.“I wanna come so bad,” he whispered faintly. Chris smirked and grabbed Eddie’s ass with one hand.“Let me…” Chris began.Eddie nodded quickly.Chris slipped out of him, flipping Eddie onto his stomach and pulling his hips up. His hands re-settled on his waist as he pushed back into his body. Eddie moaned at the intense sensations of this different angle. “Kay?” Chris murmured.Eddie answered only by burying his face in Chris’ pillow and moaning loudly, muffled and erotic in his bliss. His fingers gripped the soft material desperately, toes curling up and more and more cries tearing themselves from his throat.He started pushing back onto Chris’ cock, roughly coaxing him to thrust harder, faster, and he did. Eddie moaned again. “Close, baby?” Chris asked breathlessly.“Mhm,” came Eddie’s muted grunt from below him. Chris redoubled his efforts, slamming relentlessly into him until he felt the quick, telltale spasms around his length. “Good boy, come for me, Eddie. Come on my cock,” he growled, throwing his head back and holding his breath in an effort to hold off his orgasm.Eddie whimpered with every gasp of air into his lungs, only a few before his climax thundered through and around him like a thousand humming voices, weaving together and vibrating in his bones. It felt like it sucked the life from his body, pulling at his limbs and dragging every possible fibre of pleasure out of him in one long groan that jolted with Chris’ thrusts.Chris followed soon after him, bending down and grunting into Eddie’s ear, his hair falling over Eddie’s neck. He rode out the last moments of his orgasm with a heavy, blissful sigh, slowly slipping his softening cock out of Eddie and pulling off the condom. He threw it in his trash can, making a mental note to empty the vessel, and grabbed the softest towel in the stack on the floor beside his bed.He used it to quickly wipe himself off, then gently rolled Eddie over onto his back, cleaning the slickness on and between his still-shaking thighs. He dropped the towel back to the floor and rolled himself and Eddie back up into the blankets. He pulled Eddie into his arms and reached for his phone, unlocking it and swiping through what felt like a thousand messages from Stone.
HOW WAS HE
CHIRS
CHRIS*
You there man???
Ugh cmon
Chris
Chris
Chris
Chris
Get your dick out of him and respond
By the way can I come over after work tomorrow
We haven’t hooked up in ages
I’m getting jealous of this eddie guy
Chris
“God he’s a pest,” Chris muttered.“Hm?” Eddie opened his eyes and Chris stroked his hair softly.“Nothing. Friend of mine is obsessed with the fact we hooked up.”Eddie laughed and Chris felt his heart melt at the sound.“Which one was he?”“The one at pushed me, long hair, pretty face.”“That doesn’t narrow it down.”“Fine, you know the record store a few blocks down from the bar?”“Mm.”“We both work there, you should come by some time.”“I might, then,” Eddie said with a grin.Chris buried his nose in Eddie’s hair, inhaling and sighing wistfully.
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“Ready?” Eddie called through Chris’ bedroom door.“Yeah, c’mon.” He heard the smirk in Chris’ responding voice. He bit his lip and opened the door, stepping in and pressing it shut behind himself. “Oh, holy shit,” Chris breathed. Eddie moved toward where he was sat on the bed, dropping into his lap with a grin.Chris ran his hands up Eddie’s body, the stockings that came up to his mid-thigh, up to where they were hooked onto thin, black panties. He dragged his thumb up Eddie’s stomach, slipping it below his matching black bra. Eddie licked his lips, drawing Chris’ attention to them.Chris surged forward, kissing Eddie hungrily and slipping his hands back down to slide along his thighs and ass. “Fuck, baby,” Chris growled against his lips, digging his fingers into Eddie’s skin through the thin silk stretched over it. He jerked suddenly, feverishly undoing his belt and jeans, shoving them down and re-settling Eddie on his lap. He pulled him around so they were chest-to-chest, moaning at the feel when Eddie slipped his legs around his waist, rubbing his crotch along Chris’ bare cock, just the panties separating them.Chris pushed a shaky hand down to rub two fingers between Eddie’s legs. Eddie sucked at his jaw, fingers pressing into his neck. He pushed his hips into Chris’ fingers, trying to grind against them. Chris breathed heavily into Eddie’s ear, whispering a quiet, incredulous word each time Eddie sucked at his jaw particularly hard or shuddered when Chris’ fingers pressed against just the right spot.“What do you wanna do to me?” Eddie murmured.“What do you wanna do to me? You deserve to be in control looking like that.”Eddie smiled against Chris’ neck.“Lay back, cowboy,” Eddie whispered. Chris pulled his shirt off, then leant back until his back hit the mattress. Eddie pushed the panties down and off, dropping them beside Chris. He moved up to straddle Chris’ chest, subtly grinding down against him.Chris laid his head back and moaned, gripping Eddie’s thighs again and hooking his fingers into the top of his stockings. Eddie put his hands on his shoulders, bending down to press his open mouth to Chris’.One final press, and Eddie pulled his face back, shuffling his hips forward again. Chris felt a rush as Eddie settled expectantly against his lips.He parted them, sliding his tongue slowly over Eddie’s clit. That earned him a quick gasp, and he smiled to himself. He licked again, feeling Eddie’s thighs pressing against the sides of his head. He hooked his hands under them, resting his hands on the tops and rubbing along his warm skin.Eddie rocked his hips a little in a silent plea for more, and Chris obliged. He pressed his tongue firmly over Eddie’s clit, circling it steadily for a few moments, then flicking it quickly over the little nub.Eddie grabbed Chris’ hair with both hands, pulling it hard enough to make Chris moan and dig his fingers into his thighs. There was a muffled ‘fuck’ from below him. Eddie smirked. “You have fun with Stone yesterday?” He moved back a little so Chris could respond, watched him lick the taste of him off his lips.“Two of you wore me out pretty good the last few days, I’ll give you that.”“Don’t blame us for you being so selfless in the bedroom.”“Thanks, I think,” Chris mumbled, pulling Eddie’s hips forward so he could kiss at his slick entrance. He felt one of Eddie’s hands leave his hair, knew Eddie now had two fingers rubbing over his clit while Chris’ tongue pressed into him.“Oh, fuck!” Eddie hissed, his thighs tensing so briefly around Chris’ head and with such a shake that Chris knew it was involuntary. Eddie started rocking his hips again, faster until he jerked back suddenly, taking his fingers away from himself reluctantly. “So that’s how you’re playing, tonight.” Chris bit his lip for a moment.“See how many times I can. How hard you can make me come in the end.”Chris nodded.“You remember what we did on Saturday?” It was Eddie’s turn to nod. “I want you to do that again. Ride me ‘till you do.”Eddie’s pupils blew wide with lust and he nodded again. He moved further back, grinding on Chris’ cock teasingly. Chris moaned more at the feeling of Eddie’s stockings rubbing along his sides, and he couldn’t resist smoothing his hands down Eddie’s legs all the way to his ankles once more.“You like these?” Eddie murmured, still sliding along Chris’ dick. Chris nodded reverently. “I started the pill last Tuesday… by the way,” Eddie mumbled self-consciously, “I wanna feel you inside me. Properly. Want you to come in me.”“Go on, then,” Chris said quietly. Eddie swallowed thickly, a mix of nervousness and excitement making his heart race. He reached down and stroked Chris’ cock gently, rubbing his thumb in circles over the head. Chris sighed contentedly, closing his eyes and squeezing Eddie’s thighs again.“You have lube?” Eddie mumbled. “Always. Top drawer.”Eddie bobbed his head and leant over to retrieve it from Chris’ nightstand. He poured some over a shaky hand and brought it to Chris’ achingly hard cock. Chris sucked in a quick breath as Eddie pumped his lubed fist along his length, easing just the tiniest bit of the thrumming tension in every nerve of his body. Once Eddie was satisfied, he lifted himself enough to get the head of Chris’ cock pressed against his entrance, pausing and taking a slow breath as he sank down.“Fuck,” Eddie said shakily.“Ed?”“Yeah?”“Do something for me?”Eddie looked down questioningly at him. “Don’t worry about me, I wanna see you make yourself come for me, ‘kay?”Eddie nodded and Chris grinned. Eddie blushed a little as he brought a hand to himself, his middle finger sliding slowly across his clit. He licked his lips quickly, taking a sharp breath through his nose and rocking his hips back and forth slightly.Chris took his hands away from him, crossing his arms behind his head and watching with a slight smirk playing at his lips. Eddie sighed quietly, arching his back and moving up and down along Chris’ cock slightly. He shuddered at the feel of it rubbing against the perfect spots inside him, sped up his hips just to feel it more intensely.He felt a sudden, familiar pull in his abdomen and gasped quickly.“Towel?” He squeaked. Chris twisted his upper body to reach down on the floor beside the bed, reaching for one and lifting it. He hesitated, debating where to put it for a few moments. “Chris!” Eddie whimpered, though kept touching himself, still desperate. Chris kept hesitating. He wanted to feel this, watch Eddie come undone in the most euphoric way possible.“Fuck it, I can wash the sheets,” he grumbled. Eddie’s knees dug suddenly into his sides, body going tense. He watched Eddie come on his cock, shuddering and whining, soaking Chris’ stomach and chest in the process. Chris felt it dripping down his sides, hot and wet against his skin. He drew a long breath in, propping himself up slightly onto his elbows to watch Eddie jerking and rubbing his fingers over his clit in quick circles to ride out every last remnant of his orgasm. He kept bouncing ever-so-slightly on Chris’ cock, shivering with the overstimulation after a few minutes. “Holy shit,” Chris breathed, putting his arms around Eddie’s shoulders when the other man put his hands on his chest and slumped forward.They lay there for several more minutes before Chris sat up carefully, keeping Eddie in his lap. He slipped his hands up to the top of the stockings that still adorned Eddie’s legs, sliding them down and off slowly.Eddie pressed their lips together, beginning to move again. His hands rubbed across Chris’ chest, over his nipples and through the mess he’d made. Chris grunted quietly, rocking his hips up into Eddie gently.Eddie moaned again with the overstimulation, instinctively shifting up and down for more pressure. “Good boy,” Chris whispered, the breathless rasp in his voice making Eddie’s heart surge.Eddie moved faster, feverishly kissing at Chris’ lips and jaw. He dropped his face to rest against Chris’ shoulder, bouncing harder on his cock and whining softly. Chris tugged at his hair, brought a hand down to run over his ass. Eddie’s rhythm stuttered slightly, clenching involuntarily around Chris’ cock. “Oh,” Chris grunted.Quiet whimpers and moans fell through the air around them, the soft sounds of the blankets moving each time Eddie rose and sank down, softer still their quickened breaths.They moved faster against each other, desperately chasing the teasing touches of their climaxes. Eddie tensed up as his approached, holding Chris tight and sinking his teeth suddenly into his shoulder. Chris jerked his hips up, leaning his face against Eddie’s head to muffle his moans as he came.Eddie swore against Chris’ skin when he felt him come, giving a few more weak bounces to draw out his orgasm as far as he could.He rose up off of his dick once Chris sighed out the remnants of the tension in him, kneeling beside him on the mattress and kissing him gently several times. Chris ran a hand over his cheek and smiled tiredly. He made Eddie stay for dinner afterward, both wolfing down a simple meal of eggs and toast, Eddie fighting to hold his tongue.“Thank you,” he muttered.“No problem.” Chris ruffled his hair and took his plate from him.Eddie chewed his thumbnail nervously, trying to stop his brain from imagining some pretty domestic life with Chris. One where he made them dinner each night, they could watch TV together and kiss each other goodnight.Fuck, that’s embarrassing. “Feeling okay?” Chris walked back over to where Eddie was sitting on his couch, close enough that their legs touched. Eddie looked down.“Mhm.”“Do you need to get home?”“Not really. I don’t like living alone,” he looked at Chris and smiled ruefully.Chris pursed his lips.“You can stay the night again if you want. It’s nice having someone here.” Eddie nodded.“I will, then.” Chris put a hand on his thigh and smiled, then pulled away and sat back, turning his gaze to the TV.Eddie tentatively drew his legs up, laying down on his side with his head in Chris’ lap. A friendly enough gesture. He relaxed noticeably when Chris put an arm over his waist, gently rubbing up and down over his shirt. Eddie woke to being carried and laid down on Chris’ bed, having fallen asleep on the couch. He rolled over when he felt Chris lay beside him, curling into his chest and sighing. Chris’ arms went around him again, and he dared to hope that he felt the same.